pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street.
seriously, there were like four of them.
i told you i'd update.
nothing so much new. except i'm driving more. and i got joe jackson's greatest hits off of itunes. but the best part of today was:
convincing my dad that reading (and buying) plays was kind of like summer reading for acting, so we went to barnes and noble, where i got selected plays by tom stoppard (five of them) and modern classics/masterpieces/i-forget-some-pretensious-title. (nine of them). my plan is two a day, which should help me get through this week. today i read "arcadia" by tom stoppard (infuckingcredible) and "the real thing" by "tom stoppard". ("pretty awesome, not as amazing as 'arcadia', though.")
i'm still pulling the mood-swingy teenager shit, but i've been on the good potion of that swing for a while today. wait, here's an idea, i'll write something cryptic that i intend for only me and one other person to understand, but in reality, only i'll understand it. and i'll use glittering generalities, using words like "us" and "one" instead of "I" and "me". what was i talking about? ah, yes:
funny, isn't it, how the strangest and smallest things bring us comfort.
yes, just shake your head and sigh, and move right down your friends page.
god, i love that silly joe jackson.
edit: i shouldn't update while i'm tired. i end up sounding like that ^. yikes. and a good night to all.