Brown-eyed girl with a pet dragon. writer, activist, theater graduate, film junkie, sports fanatic, & perfume connoisseur. On my spare time, I dance 'cause I want to. And I leave my friends behind.
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Everything I do is big. Oh, so they don’t want me for the job? It’s cool. “I have a backup plan,” I tell people. “Yeah, I’ll apply for the Peace Corps. I have a recruiter I’ve talked to.” He sounded pretty confident about my past volunteer experience. I’m pre-tty positive I’d get chosen.
Teach English to needy kids? Yeah. Teach Theatre as my own side project? Fuck yes. Bringing art and creativity to a village where children need it the most? MY DREAM. Learn a new language in three months? I’d do it all. I’m down for Africa or something insanely out of my comfort zone. Except not certain countries in Asia where they eat cats or dogs or some shit. I’d sell my body before that.
When I sit back and think about it, I’m like what? Even my back up plans are big.
We’ll talk big money, I talk big homes. I sell out arenas, I call that getting dome