I think the most exciting part of my housing arrangements for next year is that the duplex is right down the street from Steak n' Shake and that means I can have milkshakes whenever I want. Or until I run out of money. Whichever comes first.

I want to know why the fucker who created Windows Updates thinks I don't deserve to have an Internet or a printer connection. All I ask is the ability to check WebCT and my email once in awhile. And the ability to print out my coursework. That's all. I promise I won't visit any other website excepting the aforementioned ones if my computer would ( Read more... )

To me, Valentine's Day is like the Arbor Day of love, so I'm not going to rail about it, but does anyone else notice that the initials are VD? This amuses me. Because I'm five.

Quote of the Day
Me: V poyezdye nyelcya pyut vodky. (You can't drink vodka on the train.)
Vanya: Oh, I think you can on this train.

Ok, I know I've been ranting about this for like the past eleventy billion weeks, but the more I find out about the Zoo District Company, the more awesome it gets. The music for "Nosferatu" is fucking amazing. Which means I'll probably force all of you to listen to it at some point.

Fuck my immune system.

Me: They'll probably ask you why you're better than other candidates, what you would do if the J school burned down, stuff like that.
Whitney: I'd say if the J school burned down, I'd cry and put the fire out with my tears.

I think there comes a day in every person's life when he thinks about just drinking until all memory of the previous few hours is erased. For me, today is that day.

So in 12 hours, I descend into the black hole of stage management. I'll see you all in March.

I know I still have about two more years of school left, but someday I really want to work with the Zoo District Theatre Company in LA. Like bad enough that I'd consider throwing myself into the breach that is acting to attain this goal.

All I can say about my British history class is at least it's the last history class I have to take. Come Thursday, I can wash my hands of the whole history department forever if I so choose. Ha, take that Lacey Baldwin Smith. You can bite me.