A Friend Like Ben
I was just sitting on my sofa reading a script and a mouse crawled up sat right next to me. I've seen mice before in my apartment scattering about whenever I put on the lights, but I can't believe one actually had the audacity to actually climb up and sit next to me. Who does this mouse think he is? Like he deserves a place on the sofa, watching old sitcoms, eating popcorn, and talking about our first crushes. My roommate attempted to "mouse-proof" the place by putting up mesh wire over the holes in the house but either the mice are trapped inside the apartment or there are getting in some other way. I just freaked out when I saw it there and I got up and started shaking my clothes thinking that the mouse might have ran into my sweat shirt. Well that was my excitement for the night... haha.
It's been awhile since I've written anything, I've been staying busy with classes, a new play I'm in called "Suburbia" in which I play an angst-ridden 21 year-old asshole. Although my credits total 20 now I'm surprisingly less stressed than you'd think I'd be. It helps that for at least half of my classes (for now at least) all the work is done is class. I've been spending my free time watching "Lost" and hanging out with some friends and partying so it's been fun. Well I better head out, I have scripts to read... and apparentely mice to trap as well.
It's been awhile since I've written anything, I've been staying busy with classes, a new play I'm in called "Suburbia" in which I play an angst-ridden 21 year-old asshole. Although my credits total 20 now I'm surprisingly less stressed than you'd think I'd be. It helps that for at least half of my classes (for now at least) all the work is done is class. I've been spending my free time watching "Lost" and hanging out with some friends and partying so it's been fun. Well I better head out, I have scripts to read... and apparentely mice to trap as well.