Mope Rope

Oct 13, 2005 01:40

It's a real problem. Always bringing the train down to a slow chug. You know, I'd like to rely on another person to keep the steam up and to keep me looking ahead, but then I'd be relying on someone else to solve my problems. The more I deal with the rapier in Stage Combat, the more it reminds me of high school's dark corners. Remember when your Project Charlie leader gave you the warm fuzzies (which were just cotton balls glued to googly eyes and feet) and told you to punch a pillow? Well, I did karate. I learned about guns, knives, and swords. I know how to work them, I know the moves to forms, and I know other things. This has created a division in me; one where I am nothing but smiles and jokes, and another where I just want to eradicate everything. Whatev. At least I positively use my anger and negative emotions to educate myself. Thank God I'm an actor, because then I can pretend to be whatever I want! YAY, HAPPY!

I just want to get out of this university with a degree right now and goto New York and kick Keenan in the balls and become a member of SNL. Because, a new wave of comedic genius is coming up. It's going to be my generation, with fast minds and sharp wits. END? NO. COMCO. OLDEST AND BEST COCKHAT. And The Laramie Project is preventing me from doing even that. It's kind of degrading, watching the people doing umpteen characters run the whole play while you just interject now and then, saying "Hey, I'm still here and I'm still gay." Absolutely fantastic. I think they should've kept the original concept.

I hope I get a call from some hott girl wanting lovez this weekend. That would make everything about par.
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