-Type up tech theatre resume ( Read more... )

ok, I'm too lazy to catch up on my friends page. If anything special happened between my last post and now that you feel you need to tell me, comment ( Read more... )

I may or may not have successfully guilted my Dad into coming to the show tomorrow... I dunno. He's so damned iffy all the time.

I can't type for shit right now. I promise I'll post more tomorrow, when I'm coherent.

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So my dad found out about the Mr. Unbelievable guy... I went to get food and I left my phone at home...and he called, my dad didn't answer, but he checked the message. Get this, my dad is proud of me. "You need to get a piece of ass!" OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH creepy ( Read more... )

... FUCK!!!!

I hate lucky shots.

I love playoff season, not just because the games are consistently more exciting, but because there are all those great powerade commercials that make hockey players look like clumsy dumb asses. They're so funny.

So I'm flamingly pissed about rehearsal today. Like duuuude. She could've called to say she wasn't gonna show up... dammit we needed a long rehearsal, we needed a fucking director. If she doesn't show up tomorrow EVERYONE better be prepared to stay late. I'll make sure we rehearse our asses off. I'm sick of her saying we aren't dedicated ( Read more... )

I am now the proud owner of a bright yellow t-shirt that reads "When Clinton Lied"(front) "No One Died"(back). I also bought a small shifty eyed dazed/confused toy soldier as a visual aid. He has a "why am I still in Iraq?" expression on his face ( Read more... )

My dad and I just had one of the most passionate arguements ever, and neither of us raised our voice. This was more likely than not because I'm too tired to yell, and he had food in his lap. At anyrate I won said arguement with a simple statement. "Dad, It's my life."