I am afraid that the theater is dead. i don't mean "I'm afraid" condescendingly or even lightly....I am afraid. After all, I'm banking about 40 thousand a year on the assumption that its not only alive but is willing to give me a job. What a silly thing to say, now that I've said it, but then I've said it. Stanislavsky seemed to make the largest ( Read more... )

wap, we're back. just for fun, cupcake.
see: night at the museum, children of men
don't see: apocolypto (partly because of mel gibson. who should lose some money. second, because this is the first movie in a long time that has been so bad, it's made me laugh. fuckin'... there's a spanish GALLEON at the end. end of movie. thank you, go home.)

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i've decided that the next best thing to self-respect is euro-pop.
Come pick my Roses!
Roses are red and
Violets are blue
Honey is sweet,
but not as sweet as you.
It's invisible but, so touchable
And I can feel it on my body,
so emotional.
I'm on a ride, on a ride
I'm a passenger.
I'm a victim of a hot love messenger!

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http://youtube.com/watch?v=5g7zlJx9u2E
please watch this; it's a little frightening, and a little disturbing, but just stay aware of what's going on. if there hadn't been students in the library with the intelligence (and balls) to film it AND keep it anonymous probably nobody would hear about it. read the newspaper, try and find out what happened, ( Read more... )

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aaaaand we're updating twice in a week. awesome.
i can't wait to go home, eat dinner, see themhimher, go to The Dance. that's what he called it.
i have this insidious, kinda dangerous desire to be brilliant. not perfect, but genius; everything i do has to be the best it's ever been done, by anybody, ever. everything i do has to be rebel rockstar well ( Read more... )

i think something might be wrong. i'm not sure quite what's up with my head right now; i've never been through a period of my life where my brain worked independantly of me, without letting me in on where it's going. i feel like i've been given selective corpus callosotomy, but between my brain and...my consciousness? sometimes i'll be doing ( Read more... )

so let's talk about how severe my peter-pan complex is. i'm wearing green tights and when i'm alone i crow.
i am currently writing the bitchin-est essay i've ever written; four pages of big words and actual thinking that i started two hours ago and plan to turn in in about 12. but this is what college is about, right? doing whatever the hell you ( Read more... )