Had a mood to write poetry last night. Decided to drink rum & Cokes until the mood went away.

Slightly hung over now and feeling abused.

There's a way to abuse oneself? I mean, besides the obvious.

I'm not terribly good with words but I know a good design when I read one. I can rearrange what someone wrote and make it sound *really* good (I should, it's half my job).

I'm really not that great at acting, my classes were taken with an eye on getting them overwith. But I know how to arrange things on the stage so that it remains the interactive communion it's supposed to be.

I really and truly suck at drawing and painting and sculpting and such but I know what "evocative" means and I know how to achieve it with the right resources.

maybe I'm just making excuses.

Very few of my personal dreams and goals are at all different from any other dellusional little girl's who's going to use her art to save the world...and then buy herself a palace and a pony. Okey do the palace is for my mom and the pony is actually a decent car, but you know what I mean.

arg...self-effacement. Now, there's something I'm good at.