Stream of Consciousness, XXIII

Conan is so damn funny.
“Name that tune”…wow…LOL. Playing only crappy renditions of songs in order to avoid lawsuits…wtf. HAHAHAH. so funny. soo sooo funny.

I can’t help but feel scared. Anxious. In about a mere 13 hours I’ll be at Bea Hive either helping around at the front desk and then later stretching out the boys for auditions. How the hell did this happen…haha. I remember vividly when I first auditioned for HHA, I didn’t know anybody except my friend Jennifer that I forced to go with me (Hi, btw, if you’re reading this), and a couple familiar faces from M3 like David and Kevin L. I remember learning “Who Is She” by Kris Mark taught be Andy for the audition piece. I remember being freaked out I was in the last group with Jasper because he was a returner and I thought it was totally not fair to be paired up with a returner. Ahhh the memories…
Now the tables have turned. Literally speaking, I am on the other side of the table. Judging, evaluating, and enjoying the potential talent of the newbies.

Adding on to this plethora of emotion, in 19 days I’ll be moving into my dorm at UC Irvine. Living on my own…what is this madness. I’m barely at my parents home anyway, either being at ORG or going out to eat, or partying it up(jk…), but I’ve never truly been “alone.” This will be a very interesting experience.

I need a job. Sigh. Sigh.

And a phone.

I need a phone first….I can’t even attempt to get a job without a cell phone they could call, lol.

Yay for streams of consciousness.