Samantha

HI THERE AND HELLO.

I’m Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam. I even introduce myself to people as Sam, so I’m not sure why I bother with saying Samantha. Maybe it’s because when I say “Hi! I’m Sam!”, people often ask “Oh, short for Samantha?” No, it’s short for Samalamadingdong, have you never read a baby book?

I’ve been into online journals for a long time, mostly so I could talk about how in love I was and how much I hated science fair projects. Most of them were hosted at Livejournal, but I also had my own website from 7th grade to 9th grade and it was called ultra-icing.net. I know. Sometimes I want to headbutt my former self as well.

I never really kept a written journal. Mainly because I was born in 1988 so their heyday was just about over when I was old enough to stop shitting my own pants. I tried to keep one. I really did, but when you’re in the second grade and one of your assignments is to identify the homerow keys, it’s hard to write with one of those PENCIL THANGS. Or the fact that I can type a million times faster than I can write, BUT THAT’S BESIDE THE POINT.

I started this journal for the same reason a lot of people start their own space, I guess. I want something that is mine. Something I had complete control over, something I could send people to, something I could be proud of (BY GOLLY, WOULD YOU LOOK AT ALL THOSE PREPOSITIONS. It’s a preposition party up in hurr!). It’s also a major comfort having an online journal. I’ve written a lot of things since I was 13 and I’ve deleted very few of them. When I look back, I’m reminded of the girl I was before I experienced heartache and worry and “the real world”. The girl who wasn’t afraid to say what she thought, the girl who was proud of the person she was becoming. And then I see the girl that was withdrawn and confused and upset because of things she couldn’t control like boyfriends who get the last say and grieving parents. And I see the girl I am now, the girl who’s trying to find her way and make some dreams come true. And in five years, I want to look back at her and tell her “Dude, what’s with all this freaking out? I wish I could tell you that YOU’RE GONNA MAKE IT AFTER ALL.” PS. I can’t write much without throwing in a theme song lyric or movie/TV show quote.

I’ve wanted to be an actor since I was three and that passion has only grown since then. Sometimes I get confused and wander around in cornfields making crop circles, but I know that acting is what I’m supposed to do. I am supposed to be an actor. I am going to be an actor. It’s the one thing I am 100% sure of, the one thing everyone has always supported me in and the one thing that keeps me chasing these dreams every single day.

Other Random Facts:
- My zodiac sign is Cancer and by God, if you read any list of personality traits for a Cancer, you might as well read THIS IS SAMANTHA DARBY, THE ZODIAC GODS HAVE SPOKEN.
- I share a birthday (July 9th – my favorite color is green, I like chocolate, books and movies) with Tom Hanks, Courtney Love and OJ Simpson. A birthday FULL OF WIN, PEOPLE.
- I idolize Lucille Ball. She is the epitome of the actor I want to be and her movies and television shows are the ultimate source of comfort to me.
- I am a middle child, with an older sister, Jamie and a younger brother, Tyler. I have severe middle child syndrome. EVERYONE IS ALWAYS IGNORING ME. Also, I like to stop fights and make sure everyone feels equal.
- I’m half British (thanks Mom!) and have dual citizenship. This means I’m only half civilized. JUST KIDDING. Georgia is kind of civilized.
- I work in a liquor store. It came with my Struggling Actress Kit.