Life: what a whore
I have no more kleenex, so I keep blowing my nose on this one shirt.
It's a sick, sick world I live in.
no wonder i'm single.
Today's trajectory:
1.) shower and wash off the smell of boy and indian food
2.) write 5-page paper on the tempest in "Lear" as a metaphor for his internal turmoil as well as the political state of England; an exemplification of the birth of reason through chaos. barf.
3.) gouge out my left eye with a pointy stick
4.) write letter to Phyllis explaining why I wasn't at the School of Music scholarship student dessert
4.) go over "Midsummer" lines for Stage Combat
5.) go over "Uncle Vanya" lines for Acting V
6.) work on Italian IPA for Dialects project
7.) gouge on my right eye with a pointy stick
at least my classes for next semester are totally BANGIN
- Acting VI
- Argumentative Writing
- Existentialist Lit
- History of Hippies, Beatniks and Punks
- Studio Voice
and now a letter to myself.
Dear Me,
Well you've really done it this time you hooker. You need to exercise some self control and stop acting like 17th century Venetian prostitute when you go out. You may dress like one, but you may NOT behave like one. If you can clean up your act I will buy you that white, double-breasted jacket with the big brass buttons. And don't forget to call Mom.
Love,
Yourself
It's a sick, sick world I live in.
no wonder i'm single.
Today's trajectory:
1.) shower and wash off the smell of boy and indian food
2.) write 5-page paper on the tempest in "Lear" as a metaphor for his internal turmoil as well as the political state of England; an exemplification of the birth of reason through chaos. barf.
3.) gouge out my left eye with a pointy stick
4.) write letter to Phyllis explaining why I wasn't at the School of Music scholarship student dessert
4.) go over "Midsummer" lines for Stage Combat
5.) go over "Uncle Vanya" lines for Acting V
6.) work on Italian IPA for Dialects project
7.) gouge on my right eye with a pointy stick
at least my classes for next semester are totally BANGIN
- Acting VI
- Argumentative Writing
- Existentialist Lit
- History of Hippies, Beatniks and Punks
- Studio Voice
and now a letter to myself.
Dear Me,
Well you've really done it this time you hooker. You need to exercise some self control and stop acting like 17th century Venetian prostitute when you go out. You may dress like one, but you may NOT behave like one. If you can clean up your act I will buy you that white, double-breasted jacket with the big brass buttons. And don't forget to call Mom.
Love,
Yourself