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I really like writing. I wish I did it more often.
Unfortunately it really feels like 2 AM is always the best time for it.
Oh well. I'll just type and hopefully some actual substance will result.
So Halloween is Friday, as is Mobiloxyschlock. Now, those of you who've known me long enough will remember the debacle that was Halloween '06. Well, I feel a lot better about it this year. I feel like I'm a better improviser and that improv isn't just about making people laugh and being silly, it's about exploration, experimentation and FUN. And working with the kids for Improv Olympiiix has seriously been one of the most profoundly inspiring and enlightening experiences of my entire college experience.
I dunno, it's also fun to make sex and fart jokes.
I'm really kind of proud of the amazing, weird, funny little person I've become. That may sound self-centered, but trust me, if you go back through my old journal entries (which I welcome you to do) you'll see that, given how miserable and lame I was for like twenty years, I'm due a little pride and self-centeredness. It's just a passing phase, I assure you. It should level off in a week or two.
Or when this percocet I'm on wears off. You know, whatever.
Unfortunately it really feels like 2 AM is always the best time for it.
Oh well. I'll just type and hopefully some actual substance will result.
So Halloween is Friday, as is Mobiloxyschlock. Now, those of you who've known me long enough will remember the debacle that was Halloween '06. Well, I feel a lot better about it this year. I feel like I'm a better improviser and that improv isn't just about making people laugh and being silly, it's about exploration, experimentation and FUN. And working with the kids for Improv Olympiiix has seriously been one of the most profoundly inspiring and enlightening experiences of my entire college experience.
I dunno, it's also fun to make sex and fart jokes.
I'm really kind of proud of the amazing, weird, funny little person I've become. That may sound self-centered, but trust me, if you go back through my old journal entries (which I welcome you to do) you'll see that, given how miserable and lame I was for like twenty years, I'm due a little pride and self-centeredness. It's just a passing phase, I assure you. It should level off in a week or two.
Or when this percocet I'm on wears off. You know, whatever.