Wow.
So. Life is a blur. It is now 7 am and I didn't go to sleep at all. Not that I was feeling sleepy and denied it. But just that I didn't feel the need to sleep. I'm prolly gonna end up sleeping most of today. I woke up saturday at like 12:30 and finally rolled my ass out of bed. Which upon further thought, is prolly why I'm still awake now. Haha Joey was hilarious on friday after he hadn't slept the night before. It was funny cause I was in his room playing halflife till like 4 am and even I felt sleepy round then. He told me a wonderful joke. You ready?
Q. What is the greediest fish in the whole wide sea?
A. The Shellfish.
Get it?!? Shellfish, selfish! Selfish, Greedy!
Hmm. Anyways, so I saw Friday after Next and the Fisher King again this weekend. Friday After Next was Ali's choice, and I can't say it was bad, cause it wasn't but it wasn't as funny as friday. The Fisher King was my choice, and I can't say I made him rent it for purely altruistic reasons (it'll help with my essay), though he did enjoy watching it.
Speaking of essays, there's this essay I have to write, right? haha write and right rhyme...anyways. I've been quasi working on this essay since 12 am. In between, I finished a bag of cinnamon graham crackers, ate a lot of circus animals, had some ice cream, and ate a salad. As well as keeping an eye on Scotty cause he was a tad drunk. I also finished reading all of the stories available on www.Tuckermax.com Wooohoo! Go me! I roxors when wearing soxors and boxors.
I need to finish the by monday though so I can skip class on tuesday and go home. the bad thing about skipping class is I have to finish the essay by 4 on monday instead of 4 on tuesday. Ehh. You win some you lose some right? I mean leaving by 12 on tuesday is awesome and earlier than most people because they have class on tuesday where their teacher is being mean and giving them a test or a quiz or something. My teacher's like you can miss class on tuesday, just turn in your essay early! Yay! Oh well, she's being nice, I can't complain. I hope I do well on this essay. This class is my best chance at an A.
I know I know. You're all saying, you fool! You're a theatre major in a theatre class and you're not gonna get an a in there?! I know I know. My life is a waste. But really. Is a B+ in a boring class that bad? I'm not going to become a screenwriter or a playwright or any such nonsense. That's milady's job, not mine. I mean I could someday help her by being zany so she can have ideas from which to draw, but other than that, not so much with the writing. I don't think I'll be able to pull off the 90 needed to get an A in Intro to Theatre class. Oh well. Tis not like Mr. Bengford's class where I could bullshit my way to victory. I think I got like 3 A+'s and 1 A in my 4 semesters of Drama at Westmont. And I don't even remember having to try. The only time I didn't get a flat out A+ was second semester Drama 1. Freaking theatre history project. Screw you tartuffe!
Funnily enough we read a play in intro to theatre class (which will furthermore be referred to as the itt class) that was by the same author, Moliere. Speaking of theatre, I was planning to audition for macbeth tonight, but I'm scared. I think I'll just work on the Feed Me song from little shop of horrors and audition for that musical megnagerie. For those not in the know, little shop of horrors is a musical but we're just doign selected songs from me and Feed Me is a song by a big plant, typically played by a Big Black Man. I think I could pass for a big black man, right? I'll prolly be in costume anyways though. Whatever. They don't want me to show my outer beauty, fine. Their loss.
Speaking of beauty, the scenery around here is awesome. It's cool cause at night you can see all the stars clearly and during the day there's lots of mountains and green grass and if you drive down to pismo you can see beach for miles and miles. But Pismo= Poop if you try to go to the dunes after 11. Day use only kids. We learned that lesson friday night when we tried to go to the dunes. We were there at 11:01. Stupid ranger wouldn't let us in and took 10 minutes to finally tell us the place was closed anyways. Avila beach is pretty cool though. We went kayaking there during wow week. Twas awesome! At first I was kinda scared of kayaking cause I didn't want to flip over, but it was really really fun. It's an awesome feeling when you come back in on the top of a wave in your kayak. I mean body surfing is fun and all but kayaking where it's at. Birds are cool and all but they can be quite annoying sometimes with their seemingly incessant chirping. Sometimes I wish I could pull a Fiona and sing the birds to death. They're not even cute birds.
Damn the air is nice and crisp in the morning. When I get a goodnight's sleep, which for those of you who know me, is very rarely, it's sometimes fun to go out for a run on mornings like this. If only I didn't have to finish this damn essay by tomorrow. Poop. Oh well, it's time to man up and finish it so I can get on with my life. I want to at least finish all the way to a conclusion before I even attempt to sleep. Think I'll make it? I'd say there's a decent chance. I mean I've pulled quite a few allnighters and after a while your body gets used to being awake and you stay in a state of hyper awakeness with this energy that your body is using to keep you afloat until you run out of course and then, at that point, you crash and need sleep like ice cream on a hot day. Either way, it's time to say goodbye everyone. Let me leave you with some words of whimsicality from... Arnold?
fr. the Secret Poems of Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger:
Poem to Howard Dean
London (1987)
You are a loser
A big loser
A really big loser.
With girlie-man titties
tribute to e e cummings
Rio de Janeiro (1985)
i like your poetry
but these small letters
make me feel
like one great big sissy girly man!
Where Have All The Flowers Gone?
Venice Beach (2003)
Where have all the flowers gone?
I don't know
And I don't care
Q. What is the greediest fish in the whole wide sea?
A. The Shellfish.
Get it?!? Shellfish, selfish! Selfish, Greedy!
Hmm. Anyways, so I saw Friday after Next and the Fisher King again this weekend. Friday After Next was Ali's choice, and I can't say it was bad, cause it wasn't but it wasn't as funny as friday. The Fisher King was my choice, and I can't say I made him rent it for purely altruistic reasons (it'll help with my essay), though he did enjoy watching it.
Speaking of essays, there's this essay I have to write, right? haha write and right rhyme...anyways. I've been quasi working on this essay since 12 am. In between, I finished a bag of cinnamon graham crackers, ate a lot of circus animals, had some ice cream, and ate a salad. As well as keeping an eye on Scotty cause he was a tad drunk. I also finished reading all of the stories available on www.Tuckermax.com Wooohoo! Go me! I roxors when wearing soxors and boxors.
I need to finish the by monday though so I can skip class on tuesday and go home. the bad thing about skipping class is I have to finish the essay by 4 on monday instead of 4 on tuesday. Ehh. You win some you lose some right? I mean leaving by 12 on tuesday is awesome and earlier than most people because they have class on tuesday where their teacher is being mean and giving them a test or a quiz or something. My teacher's like you can miss class on tuesday, just turn in your essay early! Yay! Oh well, she's being nice, I can't complain. I hope I do well on this essay. This class is my best chance at an A.
I know I know. You're all saying, you fool! You're a theatre major in a theatre class and you're not gonna get an a in there?! I know I know. My life is a waste. But really. Is a B+ in a boring class that bad? I'm not going to become a screenwriter or a playwright or any such nonsense. That's milady's job, not mine. I mean I could someday help her by being zany so she can have ideas from which to draw, but other than that, not so much with the writing. I don't think I'll be able to pull off the 90 needed to get an A in Intro to Theatre class. Oh well. Tis not like Mr. Bengford's class where I could bullshit my way to victory. I think I got like 3 A+'s and 1 A in my 4 semesters of Drama at Westmont. And I don't even remember having to try. The only time I didn't get a flat out A+ was second semester Drama 1. Freaking theatre history project. Screw you tartuffe!
Funnily enough we read a play in intro to theatre class (which will furthermore be referred to as the itt class) that was by the same author, Moliere. Speaking of theatre, I was planning to audition for macbeth tonight, but I'm scared. I think I'll just work on the Feed Me song from little shop of horrors and audition for that musical megnagerie. For those not in the know, little shop of horrors is a musical but we're just doign selected songs from me and Feed Me is a song by a big plant, typically played by a Big Black Man. I think I could pass for a big black man, right? I'll prolly be in costume anyways though. Whatever. They don't want me to show my outer beauty, fine. Their loss.
Speaking of beauty, the scenery around here is awesome. It's cool cause at night you can see all the stars clearly and during the day there's lots of mountains and green grass and if you drive down to pismo you can see beach for miles and miles. But Pismo= Poop if you try to go to the dunes after 11. Day use only kids. We learned that lesson friday night when we tried to go to the dunes. We were there at 11:01. Stupid ranger wouldn't let us in and took 10 minutes to finally tell us the place was closed anyways. Avila beach is pretty cool though. We went kayaking there during wow week. Twas awesome! At first I was kinda scared of kayaking cause I didn't want to flip over, but it was really really fun. It's an awesome feeling when you come back in on the top of a wave in your kayak. I mean body surfing is fun and all but kayaking where it's at. Birds are cool and all but they can be quite annoying sometimes with their seemingly incessant chirping. Sometimes I wish I could pull a Fiona and sing the birds to death. They're not even cute birds.
Damn the air is nice and crisp in the morning. When I get a goodnight's sleep, which for those of you who know me, is very rarely, it's sometimes fun to go out for a run on mornings like this. If only I didn't have to finish this damn essay by tomorrow. Poop. Oh well, it's time to man up and finish it so I can get on with my life. I want to at least finish all the way to a conclusion before I even attempt to sleep. Think I'll make it? I'd say there's a decent chance. I mean I've pulled quite a few allnighters and after a while your body gets used to being awake and you stay in a state of hyper awakeness with this energy that your body is using to keep you afloat until you run out of course and then, at that point, you crash and need sleep like ice cream on a hot day. Either way, it's time to say goodbye everyone. Let me leave you with some words of whimsicality from... Arnold?
fr. the Secret Poems of Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger:
Poem to Howard Dean
London (1987)
You are a loser
A big loser
A really big loser.
With girlie-man titties
tribute to e e cummings
Rio de Janeiro (1985)
i like your poetry
but these small letters
make me feel
like one great big sissy girly man!
Where Have All The Flowers Gone?
Venice Beach (2003)
Where have all the flowers gone?
I don't know
And I don't care