ah, these ridiculous issues
The show I'm doing opened the other night. We're the first college in America to get this show, so I was excited. I still am excited. I really like this show, and I think we are doing an amazing job. We had the ACTF respondents come last night, and they really pissed me off. These people have no idea how much blood and sweat went into this show, how much we toiled and they just come in and question every choice we make.
We went out to dinner to cool off - ended up hanging out with Jen and Beth at my house, watched SLC Punk and that made me happy again.
Before we left Chili's, I ran into Jeff Saginor and Pat Randall, it was really cool to see them. It was like I was in highschool again, no worries, no bullshit, no responsibilities. Just from seeing two people. I really needed to escape back into that world of driving around at 17 with forty bucks in my pocket and going to see a pop-punk show in Hamden, getting Wendy's with my friends and going to play video games until 2am. My brain breathed an audible sigh of relief.
The other night, Saturday, after the show I went to my buddy Frank's bachelor party. It was a fun time, he rented a hotel room after and we just chilled until late.
Things on the girl front have sucked lately. I'm back in the theatre department, so that means I can't trust anybody and I can't tell if a girl is flirting with me or practicing a scene. I really think I have a crush on this girl, Noel. Beth asked me 'what are you planning to do about it' and I said 'probably nothing, story of my life'. What bullshit. She totally made me realize how ridiculous I am. I bitch and whine about not having a girlfriend and what do I do about it? Nothing. I expect things to fall into my lap.
I guess it comes from being so motherfucking emo for all of highschool.
I have to go to work soon, and then I'm coming home and going straight to bed. I don't want to be awake when I don't have to be anymore.
And this motherfucking guy, Quentin, this freshman, keeps stepping on ALL of my lines in this show, because he's a fucking showboat little asshole and thinks that every scene is about him. BECAUSE HE IS LOUD. LISTEN TO QUENTIN. HE CANNOT MAKE A POINT IN A SCENE WITHOUT YELLING IT. I hate bad actors. I especially hate the ones I have to share scenes with.
I hate winter. I owe 300ish dollars for a month of propane, just so I don't freeze to death. Not to be comfortable, to stay alive. I'm still in debt to CALS, the loan foundation for my first semester here. And I owe money on credit cards, to my grandma and to some of my friends.
Kill me.
We went out to dinner to cool off - ended up hanging out with Jen and Beth at my house, watched SLC Punk and that made me happy again.
Before we left Chili's, I ran into Jeff Saginor and Pat Randall, it was really cool to see them. It was like I was in highschool again, no worries, no bullshit, no responsibilities. Just from seeing two people. I really needed to escape back into that world of driving around at 17 with forty bucks in my pocket and going to see a pop-punk show in Hamden, getting Wendy's with my friends and going to play video games until 2am. My brain breathed an audible sigh of relief.
The other night, Saturday, after the show I went to my buddy Frank's bachelor party. It was a fun time, he rented a hotel room after and we just chilled until late.
Things on the girl front have sucked lately. I'm back in the theatre department, so that means I can't trust anybody and I can't tell if a girl is flirting with me or practicing a scene. I really think I have a crush on this girl, Noel. Beth asked me 'what are you planning to do about it' and I said 'probably nothing, story of my life'. What bullshit. She totally made me realize how ridiculous I am. I bitch and whine about not having a girlfriend and what do I do about it? Nothing. I expect things to fall into my lap.
I guess it comes from being so motherfucking emo for all of highschool.
I have to go to work soon, and then I'm coming home and going straight to bed. I don't want to be awake when I don't have to be anymore.
And this motherfucking guy, Quentin, this freshman, keeps stepping on ALL of my lines in this show, because he's a fucking showboat little asshole and thinks that every scene is about him. BECAUSE HE IS LOUD. LISTEN TO QUENTIN. HE CANNOT MAKE A POINT IN A SCENE WITHOUT YELLING IT. I hate bad actors. I especially hate the ones I have to share scenes with.
I hate winter. I owe 300ish dollars for a month of propane, just so I don't freeze to death. Not to be comfortable, to stay alive. I'm still in debt to CALS, the loan foundation for my first semester here. And I owe money on credit cards, to my grandma and to some of my friends.
Kill me.