[[all the people are so happy now their heads are caving in]]
i wrapped my big toe in duct tape.
it was adaquetly protected before i did that,
but i did it anyways.
today was terrible.
really, genuinely, terrible.
and brian galderisi didn't help.
although he was right i did have a case of the mondays.
i will call him and we will reconcile
and the world will be fine once again.
virginia was tons o' fun. my parents didn't find out.
and greyhound smells and is uncomfortable.
but still,
sometimes somethings are just the right thing to do.
i need a bath, i will tell you the truth when i call.
if i don't get over this writer's block soon i will kill.
and it won't be pretty OR grammatically correct.
AND
i had a dream about making out with a really hot twelve year old boy hiding in the curtains of a playhouse while the company put on a production of king lear. afterwards i needed to go home because i didn't want to go to the party, i had just found out that the boy was twelve and was a bit taken aback, so mr. ernest garcia (the man who taught me about xeno's philosphy and plato's cave) tried to drive me home but he died half way there. i broke down because i hadn't seen him in years and wanted him to adopt me and put me through college. then luke (megan nicolay's boyfriend/kateryan's english teacher/biting enthusiast/all around good guy) and a very drunk sorority girl picked me up from the side of the road and drove me home, then they went to the party.
it was adaquetly protected before i did that,
but i did it anyways.
today was terrible.
really, genuinely, terrible.
and brian galderisi didn't help.
although he was right i did have a case of the mondays.
i will call him and we will reconcile
and the world will be fine once again.
virginia was tons o' fun. my parents didn't find out.
and greyhound smells and is uncomfortable.
but still,
sometimes somethings are just the right thing to do.
i need a bath, i will tell you the truth when i call.
if i don't get over this writer's block soon i will kill.
and it won't be pretty OR grammatically correct.
AND
i had a dream about making out with a really hot twelve year old boy hiding in the curtains of a playhouse while the company put on a production of king lear. afterwards i needed to go home because i didn't want to go to the party, i had just found out that the boy was twelve and was a bit taken aback, so mr. ernest garcia (the man who taught me about xeno's philosphy and plato's cave) tried to drive me home but he died half way there. i broke down because i hadn't seen him in years and wanted him to adopt me and put me through college. then luke (megan nicolay's boyfriend/kateryan's english teacher/biting enthusiast/all around good guy) and a very drunk sorority girl picked me up from the side of the road and drove me home, then they went to the party.