There's always that moment when you say, "Hey! I've had too much to drink!"
But by that point it's too late.
Damn.
A Three In The Morning Thought
Something I thought about today.
No matter how many times you're in a show, the pre-show jitters always make you question why you've decided to act in the first place.
There I was tonight, not knowing anyone in the audience, standing backstage and trying not to pee my pants. And then it was my cue to enter and all of my lines erased from my mind. Then I was on stage, sitting and it was too late and I just wanted to run off sobbing while thinking about choosing another major. But then the lines came to me like they always have. And the audience disappeared and it was just Matt and I on stage in a little restaurant making small talk. Wonderful how it happens, really.
After the show, John, Karin and I went to Casey's and got some munchies and then played a round of pool. During which, Ethan and Hulk called and begged us to go to Taco Bell with them. Before hand, there were shots and John was absolutely hilarious. And then the Taco Bell was delicious (even though we had already had munchies) and Andrew came by and there was crazy talk and a lot of, "Well, feel MY abs!"
And then we all were at the BSEO house dancing and being ridiculous whilst drinking some brew and then John and I left and here I am in my room, writing a stupid post about almost nothing at all.
Friday the 13th was officially (or not so officially) two months. Some days it feels like we've just met and some days it feels like we've known each other forever.
If there's anything I've learned in the past year, it's to a.) let go, b.) make peace, and c.) cry whenever the hell you feel like it because it's good for you.
No matter how many times you're in a show, the pre-show jitters always make you question why you've decided to act in the first place.
There I was tonight, not knowing anyone in the audience, standing backstage and trying not to pee my pants. And then it was my cue to enter and all of my lines erased from my mind. Then I was on stage, sitting and it was too late and I just wanted to run off sobbing while thinking about choosing another major. But then the lines came to me like they always have. And the audience disappeared and it was just Matt and I on stage in a little restaurant making small talk. Wonderful how it happens, really.
After the show, John, Karin and I went to Casey's and got some munchies and then played a round of pool. During which, Ethan and Hulk called and begged us to go to Taco Bell with them. Before hand, there were shots and John was absolutely hilarious. And then the Taco Bell was delicious (even though we had already had munchies) and Andrew came by and there was crazy talk and a lot of, "Well, feel MY abs!"
And then we all were at the BSEO house dancing and being ridiculous whilst drinking some brew and then John and I left and here I am in my room, writing a stupid post about almost nothing at all.
Friday the 13th was officially (or not so officially) two months. Some days it feels like we've just met and some days it feels like we've known each other forever.
If there's anything I've learned in the past year, it's to a.) let go, b.) make peace, and c.) cry whenever the hell you feel like it because it's good for you.
All The Bitches On Me
Took this with my camera phone while bored at work.
Some people here are mega bitches.
I'm getting a cold.
I'm in a Grateful Dead mood.
I want to go to the Sasquatch Music Festival.
I can't wait for spring break.
I can't wait for Valentine's Day wine and cake.
I can't wait for Matt's show to be over.
I wish my play analysis was already finished.
I'm starved.
I'm especially lucky to have my lover, Noodles.
how dulce to vive occult to mortal eyes
- I miss London. (Hence, the ridiculously old photograph.)
- Outside is absolutely beautiful. A walk would be amazing.
- Sometime last night I bit my lip.
- I gave Addie a lap dance and it was hilarious.
- I love the songs Earth to Bella and Oil and Water by Incubus.
- Pink eye is going around. I'm concerned and a little nervous.
- Pibb zero is revolting but it's all I have to drink.
- My phone works again.
- John and I are working on a new song. An original that spawned from my horrible guitar playing.
- I'm almost finished the application for a themed house. Yeah! (We're still looking for another person.)
- Bonnaroo tickets are ON SALE.
I Was A Pirate
I've been spending a lot of time thinking about how I'd like to be creative. Haven't done much about it, minus spending the time to record this nugget of a good song with John. It's a cover of 9 Crimes by Damien Rice. Enjoy.
In The Bushes
Some relatively cool things:
- I slept through all of my classes today. (And lunch. Bummer)
- I applied for a job at St. Lukes from the computers at work. I was really bored.
- I mourned the fact that I ate all of the white candy hearts and began consuming the purple ones.
- I get homemade LASAGNA and ROOT BEER FLOATS in the writing center in 15 minutes!
- I miss my camera.
- I have been without a cell phone for over a week. I do not miss it.
- I am buying my tickets for BONNAROO in 3 days.
- I am getting better at playing pool.
- I am also getting better at drawing. Not good enough to post examples, however. I am considering taking an art class next semester.
- Valentines Day is soon. Argh.
It's A Small Crime
If I hadn't of met him, I probably would have gone back to you.
It's always interesting to think of what might have been.
It's always interesting to think of what might have been.
