Hello. Nikki. That's me. Eighteen. American. I'm a writer, it's my calling in life. I'm a HUGE theatre nerd. I'm obsessed with movies, music, T.V. shows. I'm a major fangirl. I'm pessimistic and sarcastic, I have a twisted sense of humor, and I like to think I'm overly friendly. I'm quite random. I laugh at anything. So...welcome to my blog? Mkay! Nice to meet you over the interwebs.
- I’m currently directing a one act play that I wrote myself.
- I got wait listed for NYU.
The first one is pretty exciting. I’ve been waiting for this since my freshman year, when I found out that I could write plays and then direct them and put them up for an actual audience. Auditions happened pretty fast, and so will the whole process because we’re really cramped for time, because of awkward conflicts with UIL stuff. But, hey, it’s happening.
We have affectionately called my play “The Vagina Play” or “The Vagina Monologues: Part 2”, because my cast is all girls. I had written in a boy, but not enough guys auditioned, so I had to gender swap that character. Not that I’m complaining. It’s going to be a ton of fun.
As for the second thing, I know it’s not an acceptance, but the fact that I got on the waiting list and not flat out rejected FROM NYU is pretty fucking great. It’s a slim chance, but I might get in.
However, even if I do get in, I probably won’t go. No matter how much my heart will hurt. I mean, we don’t have ANY money for New York and I’m already committed to U of H, and it’s paid for and the playwriting program there is incredible and I’m comfortable(ish) on the campus. (It’s not home quite yet, but it could be.) And the people at U of H are excited to have me. One of the head people there was our judge for one of the competitions and when she was giving the cast critiques, she saw me and she said “Hi, Nicole!” And then she announced that “I was going to U of H next year.”
So, that felt good.
Either way I go, I’m good…right?
I got an acceptance letter to the University of Houston’s playwriting/dramaturgy program. It’s super elite. They only let, like, four people in each year.
And I was one of them.
So, that’s a win.
shut up, yahoo.
You know what I hate? The Yahoo! articles that say, “College Majors That You Should Avoid”. It gets on my fucking nerves.
I mean, I know they’re trying to be helpful, but many times, the college major that I’m going into (English/Theatre/Liberal Arts/somewhere in that area) is on one of those lists. And it makes me kind of upset because it makes me feel like the choices that I want to make in MY life are inferior to other people’s choice to become a doctor or a lawyer or what have you.
Yahoo! should really retitle those articles or get rid of them all together because it’s not fair to the people who feel strongly about their chosen major and whether it’s not a “good financial plan”.
You know what? Fuck the Yahoo! headlines. Fuck what everyone else is telling you to do. It’s your life. You do what you want to do. If they don’t like it, they can get out.
Hater’s going to hate.
So, I haven’t told you guys yet, but last week, I got my first acceptance letter to SHSU. It was exciting.
And just now, I have received post informing me that I have been accepted into University of Houston’s creative writing program (which is kick ass. It’s one of the best in the country.)
I just…I’m happy, believe it or not.
i pressed the button.
I have now officially applied to the University of Texas, University of Houston, and Sam Houston State University.
Oh, my God.
It’s over. It’s done. I can breathe. (For awhile.) I just, I can’t wrap my head around it, you know? I just fucking applied to college.
Now, I just have to wait.
My college app just asked me the question, “What are some of your life goals and objectives?”
It’s taking everything I have not to answer like so: “Well, I’m going to invent a real flux capacitor and put it in a DeLorean and a certain Doctor will be so impressed that he will come to my house with his TARDIS and swoop me up and show me all of time and space.”
I need help.
I FINISHED MY LAST ESSAY.
Why am I not at UT? WHY?
My news feed is all like, blowing up about how Ryan Gosling (RYAN FREAKING GOSLING) is like, hanging around campus being all sexy and gorgeous and shit.
While I’m here, trying to finish my homework, and being miserable.
damn you, tumblr.
I was supposed to keep on my college search, but that clearly isn’t happening tonight.
Why must I always be so distracted?