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Hawaii was amazing.
Now that I'm back I've been focusing on theater. Been teching for Children of Eden and organizing Evil Empire: Genesis with the pimp daddies. I've been pushing 10 hour days and have had hardly any time to gather myself. I have a lady friend, she's nice, and cute, but I don't see it lasting, but I'll give it a shot anyway because I'm in need of emotional stability. I wish she'd talk more, sometimes it feels like I'm talking to myself. But...whatev. Balh blah blah.
During tech today, I ripped apart a cup and began attaching the pieces to myself. I don't know why I did that, but the pieces stayed on me for about an hour. The stage manager told me to stop making the stage hand laugh because everyone who's on a headset can hear him. I totally ignored her. I enjoy dancing back stage.
I drew an interesting picture just now. It's a pizza shaped triangle with half a face inside it. The pointy tip of the triangle is connected to a suit-and-tie type body. In the left hand is a briefcase. The pants are all wrinkly, but the jacket is pretty crisp. It might have some deep meaning to it, but no, anything from me has really no meaning except, "WTF?"
I want to write a musical. And a play. And everything. I want to do everything. And it doesn't help that the last two books that I've read were about people with interesting lives. They've done more than me in one day that I'll probably do in a lifetime.
P.S. Too tired to spell check so kiss my ass, then lick your lips, and enjoy seconds.
Now that I'm back I've been focusing on theater. Been teching for Children of Eden and organizing Evil Empire: Genesis with the pimp daddies. I've been pushing 10 hour days and have had hardly any time to gather myself. I have a lady friend, she's nice, and cute, but I don't see it lasting, but I'll give it a shot anyway because I'm in need of emotional stability. I wish she'd talk more, sometimes it feels like I'm talking to myself. But...whatev. Balh blah blah.
During tech today, I ripped apart a cup and began attaching the pieces to myself. I don't know why I did that, but the pieces stayed on me for about an hour. The stage manager told me to stop making the stage hand laugh because everyone who's on a headset can hear him. I totally ignored her. I enjoy dancing back stage.
I drew an interesting picture just now. It's a pizza shaped triangle with half a face inside it. The pointy tip of the triangle is connected to a suit-and-tie type body. In the left hand is a briefcase. The pants are all wrinkly, but the jacket is pretty crisp. It might have some deep meaning to it, but no, anything from me has really no meaning except, "WTF?"
I want to write a musical. And a play. And everything. I want to do everything. And it doesn't help that the last two books that I've read were about people with interesting lives. They've done more than me in one day that I'll probably do in a lifetime.
P.S. Too tired to spell check so kiss my ass, then lick your lips, and enjoy seconds.