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This isn’t what I intended.
I wrote a post earlier, detailing the extent of my solemn woes in a sarcastic and all too familiar fashion, but I’ve decided to shrug off what I originally planned for my post tonight. Yet, for the sake of the cliché, “don’t let something go to waste”, I’ll bring you up to speed…
I hate piano class. I used a couple big words so consider me sophisticated. Laugh at this, cause I thought it was pretty silly when I wrote it. I hate piano class. Why is that Warren kid banging on the keys? He’s so god damn annoying. Improv show is tonight. I need more sleep. I hate piano class. Laugh at this.
There you have it; essentially, these are the cliff notes for my former post that will now forever be lost in the pages of history, and maybe one day, 1000 years later into the future, they’ll find my neat penmanship on that little piece of notebook paper and marvel and awe. If nothing else, at least they’ll know that fucking Warren kid sucks, and that’s all that matters.
Improv was tonight, and I invested a lot of time to ensure that the show would at least be decent. For awhile, it was brutal, but now I’m a grizzled veteran and remain unaffected by shiftless and silent audience members. Tonight’s show went off very well overall I’d say, although very few people were into the opening sketch I planned. Unfortunately, I envisioned something completely better in my mind, but I’m proud of what we did. It’s so much better when you’re this old and you really know it’s not about making people laugh, just having a good time. So, moral of the story, even though I failed this time around with the sketch, I’m so eager to take another shot at this comedy writing thing. It's NEVER the audience's fault for not laughing.
I had a wonderful time with those kids tonight quite honestly, and that’s all there is to it for me. Those kids have so much talent and you see it if you’re around them long enough. But enough about that, more about me. I want to end up on the ASU improv stage like my brother. I feel confident enough that I’m pretty capable of such an undertaking, but it feels so weird to be that nervous again about improv auditions. For awhile, it was like sophomore year where deep down, I was pleading with myself not to audition to avoid the risk of making an ass of myself in front of all the older kids. Well, the older kids always knew I was kind of a fag, so now my brain just says, ‘you got nothing to lose, kid’.
My new car is amazing. The headlights pop out of the hood. Wow. The only choice I had upon the new car’s arrival was to grab my Sinatra CD and soak in this little town, which sadly remains my world, while driving with the air conditioner on full blast so I can pretend it’s December outside the windshield. Oh, I appreciate so much with the Chairman of the Board singing the blues over the speakers and the blue black all around me. God damn, I love these nights. Life is good to say the least.
Just needs to get cold, that’s all.
I wrote a post earlier, detailing the extent of my solemn woes in a sarcastic and all too familiar fashion, but I’ve decided to shrug off what I originally planned for my post tonight. Yet, for the sake of the cliché, “don’t let something go to waste”, I’ll bring you up to speed…
I hate piano class. I used a couple big words so consider me sophisticated. Laugh at this, cause I thought it was pretty silly when I wrote it. I hate piano class. Why is that Warren kid banging on the keys? He’s so god damn annoying. Improv show is tonight. I need more sleep. I hate piano class. Laugh at this.
There you have it; essentially, these are the cliff notes for my former post that will now forever be lost in the pages of history, and maybe one day, 1000 years later into the future, they’ll find my neat penmanship on that little piece of notebook paper and marvel and awe. If nothing else, at least they’ll know that fucking Warren kid sucks, and that’s all that matters.
Improv was tonight, and I invested a lot of time to ensure that the show would at least be decent. For awhile, it was brutal, but now I’m a grizzled veteran and remain unaffected by shiftless and silent audience members. Tonight’s show went off very well overall I’d say, although very few people were into the opening sketch I planned. Unfortunately, I envisioned something completely better in my mind, but I’m proud of what we did. It’s so much better when you’re this old and you really know it’s not about making people laugh, just having a good time. So, moral of the story, even though I failed this time around with the sketch, I’m so eager to take another shot at this comedy writing thing. It's NEVER the audience's fault for not laughing.
I had a wonderful time with those kids tonight quite honestly, and that’s all there is to it for me. Those kids have so much talent and you see it if you’re around them long enough. But enough about that, more about me. I want to end up on the ASU improv stage like my brother. I feel confident enough that I’m pretty capable of such an undertaking, but it feels so weird to be that nervous again about improv auditions. For awhile, it was like sophomore year where deep down, I was pleading with myself not to audition to avoid the risk of making an ass of myself in front of all the older kids. Well, the older kids always knew I was kind of a fag, so now my brain just says, ‘you got nothing to lose, kid’.
My new car is amazing. The headlights pop out of the hood. Wow. The only choice I had upon the new car’s arrival was to grab my Sinatra CD and soak in this little town, which sadly remains my world, while driving with the air conditioner on full blast so I can pretend it’s December outside the windshield. Oh, I appreciate so much with the Chairman of the Board singing the blues over the speakers and the blue black all around me. God damn, I love these nights. Life is good to say the least.
Just needs to get cold, that’s all.