have a holly jolly christmas
1. tater tots.
2. pensivity slipping away
3. moreover:
It's that time of the semester where everything feels higgledly piggledly. I always forget that there ever was a syllabus, and good luck finding that. I should get an award for the most disorganized boy ever. I wish I had a filing cabinet in the shape of a ginormus high-heel.
In the theatre realm, I can't wait till 'A Christmas Carol' is over. While the project grows frustrating, because the director tells me she wants it to look like Courier & Ives, and I want it to look like a nightmare....So some comprimise will have to be reached. Art isn't safe, and she wants it to be. Of course, my natrual inclination is to resist the traditional beacuse it makes me gag, and milk commercials are so boring. But, she's Frau Direktor, and she has the final word. That doesn't mean I can't be sereptitious with Certain Things.
I can't belive I feel like I'm precariously perched on jumping in with both feet into a romantic thing. But I always want to, jump in without pinching the nose, because hey -- it's hard to resist those who are Evil Temptresses and are just fabulous by nature.
My appartment is in the front corner on the second floor of the building. The wind whips and howels around this corner, it may not even be the wind, but perhaps a banshee stuck in the eaves.
2. pensivity slipping away
3. moreover:
It's that time of the semester where everything feels higgledly piggledly. I always forget that there ever was a syllabus, and good luck finding that. I should get an award for the most disorganized boy ever. I wish I had a filing cabinet in the shape of a ginormus high-heel.
In the theatre realm, I can't wait till 'A Christmas Carol' is over. While the project grows frustrating, because the director tells me she wants it to look like Courier & Ives, and I want it to look like a nightmare....So some comprimise will have to be reached. Art isn't safe, and she wants it to be. Of course, my natrual inclination is to resist the traditional beacuse it makes me gag, and milk commercials are so boring. But, she's Frau Direktor, and she has the final word. That doesn't mean I can't be sereptitious with Certain Things.
I can't belive I feel like I'm precariously perched on jumping in with both feet into a romantic thing. But I always want to, jump in without pinching the nose, because hey -- it's hard to resist those who are Evil Temptresses and are just fabulous by nature.
My appartment is in the front corner on the second floor of the building. The wind whips and howels around this corner, it may not even be the wind, but perhaps a banshee stuck in the eaves.