Hmmm....
Everything about being here feels so unnatural...silly, almost.
Tonight I am going to the town of Sleepy Hollow (for real) with a group of not that interesting but friendly people.
I've done some stupid stupid stupid things...mostly out of boredom...and I need to stop.
Synedoche New York blew my fucking mind...I can't get over it. I wish I was a film maker...or atleast studying to become one.
I convinced my professor to let me write my 1968 proscriptive theory paper about Lou Reed and the Playboy mansion, and I am oh so happy
Tonight I am going to the town of Sleepy Hollow (for real) with a group of not that interesting but friendly people.
I've done some stupid stupid stupid things...mostly out of boredom...and I need to stop.
Synedoche New York blew my fucking mind...I can't get over it. I wish I was a film maker...or atleast studying to become one.
I convinced my professor to let me write my 1968 proscriptive theory paper about Lou Reed and the Playboy mansion, and I am oh so happy