Oh, LiveJournal. You're so last year ( Read more... )

I'm never going to have a college education from anywhere better than a community college.

And here I thought I was just so much smarter than everyone who made minimum wage their entire lives.

At least it's not raining.

When did it become 5:30? Or Thursday? Or Novemeber, even ( Read more... )

Last night, two hookers showed up at my door. They were looking for someone else.

Story of my life.

Right. Here's the thing. An eon or so ago, I stole three icons, and like the smart I am, forgot to give credit where credit was due. I swear I'm not a bad person (at least in that sense); I was really just temporarily a moron. So here's the deal: I'll use them a bunch, and if someone somehow sees theirs, let me know, so I can fix it, and not ( Read more... )

Self Accusation[s] finally ended last night, and to my surprise, I feel the same way about it that I usually do when a production closes: Relieved, to be certain, but also slightly empty. I suppose that when you invest that much of yourself into anything, even if it's something you don't particularly love, you're sad to see it go. All in all, ( Read more... )

It's not all bad, I suppose.

I woke up this morning, with a feeling inside me that I can't explain,
Like a weight that I've carried has been carried away...I did, too. I felt rested, I took a cool shower, I reveled in my frappuccino, and I was okay with the way I looked when I left the room. I think I bombed my chem test, which almost had me ( Read more... )

The chem exam of death was so postponed until Friday. This is good for two reasons: One, rehearsal made it impossible for me to go to recitation, and two, I slept until 9:03 this morning ( Read more... )

Why was I just in rehearsal for six hours?

And why doesn't Zach dress up more often?

What a fucking day(s). Someone kill me.

The first chapter of Hardly Appropriate is now available by request.

Questions, comments, concerns, and general peeing are all welcome.

Yours very sincerely,
J. Peers.