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a good couple of days. today was my fifth day in a row of going to some type of performance. some were for class, some were for fun, seeing friends in shows and the heinz chapel choir. i've been walking a shit ton, and it hasn't hurt at all, it's really feeling good. i seriously must have walked 20 miles this week and i feel perfect. to and from cmu twice, to craig street and back from my homeland, to the point park playhouse thing and back, up from joncaire street carrying a bench. yeah for excitement.
the theatre party last night was fun. it was the last one of my four years here (not sure if my extra term will feel like it counts) so i stayed real late. there weren't too many people there, and the ones that were there were really nice. it's safe to say it was my favorite theatre party ever, but maybe that's just because it's the last one.
hmm, what else...the oresteia at cmu will make blood gush out of your eyes. see it. ahm...neko went home. (i love pretending there's people that read about my life.) i was wearing a bandana around my neck and joyce called me a bandit. slag. a bunch of us kinda got lost coming out of the pittsburgh playhouse. there were creepy stairs and i was like "whao!" i'm almost done with my term paper. i had a sandwich with dangerfield. i ran into kayla/lucy and a few of her people. we all went to mcdonald's. um...pony pulled an all nighter at posvar. my sister found a house. i fixed moonbaby. nobody's reading this. you all eat poop and it makes you feel better. i got to jj's a half hour early. my blood sugar's acting up. pete took scandalous pictures of me. lou taylor made me feel like worshipping him. lately i've seen so many shows for theatre crit that i've had dreams about the proper structure of a critique. i am so fucking not kidding either. spain is within my budget. i also dreamed about a convertible. i hope you have better things to do than read my livejournal. but if it's cold out it's ok. i love you people.
oh. yeah, in the dream like, i was sitting in this auditorium watching a spooky musical, and i had 8 1/2 by 11 papers in my hand, with my mostly finished review on them, and i was getting ready to be finished with it. and then i (this is the weird part, GET READY) I pressed Ctrl-X, and Ctrl-Z and copied and pasted PAPER. BUT THERE WAS NO COMPUTER. IT WAS FUCKED UP. like...my paper was LIKE a computer. okay. i'm gonna go eat stuff.
the theatre party last night was fun. it was the last one of my four years here (not sure if my extra term will feel like it counts) so i stayed real late. there weren't too many people there, and the ones that were there were really nice. it's safe to say it was my favorite theatre party ever, but maybe that's just because it's the last one.
hmm, what else...the oresteia at cmu will make blood gush out of your eyes. see it. ahm...neko went home. (i love pretending there's people that read about my life.) i was wearing a bandana around my neck and joyce called me a bandit. slag. a bunch of us kinda got lost coming out of the pittsburgh playhouse. there were creepy stairs and i was like "whao!" i'm almost done with my term paper. i had a sandwich with dangerfield. i ran into kayla/lucy and a few of her people. we all went to mcdonald's. um...pony pulled an all nighter at posvar. my sister found a house. i fixed moonbaby. nobody's reading this. you all eat poop and it makes you feel better. i got to jj's a half hour early. my blood sugar's acting up. pete took scandalous pictures of me. lou taylor made me feel like worshipping him. lately i've seen so many shows for theatre crit that i've had dreams about the proper structure of a critique. i am so fucking not kidding either. spain is within my budget. i also dreamed about a convertible. i hope you have better things to do than read my livejournal. but if it's cold out it's ok. i love you people.
oh. yeah, in the dream like, i was sitting in this auditorium watching a spooky musical, and i had 8 1/2 by 11 papers in my hand, with my mostly finished review on them, and i was getting ready to be finished with it. and then i (this is the weird part, GET READY) I pressed Ctrl-X, and Ctrl-Z and copied and pasted PAPER. BUT THERE WAS NO COMPUTER. IT WAS FUCKED UP. like...my paper was LIKE a computer. okay. i'm gonna go eat stuff.