throw some glitter, make it rain.

Sometimes instead of sleeping, I stay up late and stage Taylor Swift musicals in my head after imagining her Speak Now CD as a musical (spare me the “SHE CAN’T SING” “SHE SUCKS” “EW THEY CAST HER AS EPONINE” comments, unlike most of the Broadway community, that CD is what has gotten me through the past year.) I’ve got a plot line already in my brain, with choreography and scenes already being created in my mind. 

…While most normal 22 year olds are out partying and making bad decisions, this is what I’m doing with my life. And do I regret it? Nope.