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Haven't updated in awhile but felt like a needed to just write, you know?
School's going pretty well though I feel different everyday. Some days I think I shouldn't even be here (life's too short, you should be traveling, you know those "flight" thoughts) other days, I'm here for a reason.
And some days, I'm just so damn tired I go to bed at 8:30 p.m.
Like last night.
I've written a sketch comedy act do hopefully do Thursday for the CCS talent show. It should be a lot of fun, and for some reason just thinking about it makes me laugh. Not my sketch, but the idea of the talent show and everything. I'm just excited. "Hey, if you're going to try something might as well do it in front of people you don't know yet see everyday." That way, if you fail, it'll be really weird, and people will point and laugh saying, "hey there's that guy that failed." Ha, so don't fail.
Also, I want to say how much I hate written word compared to spoken word. I really don't care what anyone says about that. I think it's all about how you say something opposed to what you say.
What else is there? Ever since I got back to school I think a lot about Summer break. I really like the idea of break even though I'll be working full time. But here, I can't really relax. I don't really have a "space" I can go to to play music or say practice this sketch thing for Thursday. I miss the days of solitude in my garage where there was no audience. But I know how much being in Detroit is causing me to grow. Just some days, Virginia sounds great.
Now I know college is a ton of freakin work (art or publice or what have you) but does anyone ever feel like they have to work so much that there's not much time for social gatherings? And the time you do have, you spend just resting by yourself because you just need that?
I'm really thankful for my roommate, Scott. He's a damn good guy and we keep each other sane. Plus, my neighbors are pretty hilarious.
Oh, and I'm going to see Jerry Seinfeld this Friday (my big Christmas gift) and I could just about poop my pants.
...I mean I couldn't have just pooped my pants.
...I mean, there's poop in my pants.
School's going pretty well though I feel different everyday. Some days I think I shouldn't even be here (life's too short, you should be traveling, you know those "flight" thoughts) other days, I'm here for a reason.
And some days, I'm just so damn tired I go to bed at 8:30 p.m.
Like last night.
I've written a sketch comedy act do hopefully do Thursday for the CCS talent show. It should be a lot of fun, and for some reason just thinking about it makes me laugh. Not my sketch, but the idea of the talent show and everything. I'm just excited. "Hey, if you're going to try something might as well do it in front of people you don't know yet see everyday." That way, if you fail, it'll be really weird, and people will point and laugh saying, "hey there's that guy that failed." Ha, so don't fail.
Also, I want to say how much I hate written word compared to spoken word. I really don't care what anyone says about that. I think it's all about how you say something opposed to what you say.
What else is there? Ever since I got back to school I think a lot about Summer break. I really like the idea of break even though I'll be working full time. But here, I can't really relax. I don't really have a "space" I can go to to play music or say practice this sketch thing for Thursday. I miss the days of solitude in my garage where there was no audience. But I know how much being in Detroit is causing me to grow. Just some days, Virginia sounds great.
Now I know college is a ton of freakin work (art or publice or what have you) but does anyone ever feel like they have to work so much that there's not much time for social gatherings? And the time you do have, you spend just resting by yourself because you just need that?
I'm really thankful for my roommate, Scott. He's a damn good guy and we keep each other sane. Plus, my neighbors are pretty hilarious.
Oh, and I'm going to see Jerry Seinfeld this Friday (my big Christmas gift) and I could just about poop my pants.
...I mean I couldn't have just pooped my pants.
...I mean, there's poop in my pants.