I woke up this morning whisper-screaming "Fuck" because I couldn't get back to sleep at 5:30 AM after thinking about all the shit I thought would just sort itself out that kind of isn't doing much sorting out. Actually, that's a lie: I knew full well that I wasn't going to make everything that is happening work, but I said I would anyway. I always ( Read more... )

Giant pile of comics GET.
I am now legal.
finished one of my college essays.
success, all around.

This morning I overheard my two grandmothers having an uninformed conversation of general judgmentalness. (Also "uninformed" looks a lot like "uniformed." It's not like it's not noticeable, but it just kind of struck me now. This really has nothing to do ( Read more... )

 It seems that when I actually have slightly interesting things happening in my life, I'm too busy having a life to blog about them. If, say, not sleeping and being at school every day of the week doing theatery things constitutes a life. So I lied about the whole life thing. Doesn't mean I'm not having trouble getting the sleep I have the ( Read more... )

But most importantly: don't do things ironically. They come to bite you in the ass. I now actually talk like a character on a high school sitcom written by a fifty-something-year-old hermit who has never seen a high schooler since he himself was in high school. I am not proud of this.

Bad idea: using a circle saw while your mouth is open.

My daily sawdust intake is remarkably high today.

If you have rusty hands and get a cut on your hand and someone tells you that in order to heal it, you have to rub the rust deep into the cut do not believe them. They are lying. Congratulations, you are gullible.

It is pointless to try to teach physics to eight-year-olds, on account of their being eight years old. Do not attempt again.

Why is it that time moves so quickly when you've got a day off in the week and you don't do anything? I mean, school takes forever, and when I have crap to do on weekends, that takes forever too, but on a day of nothing like today, it's already past 6PM, and I've done nothing. And I'm tired-ish, which is not something I should be if I woke up on my ( Read more... )

 -in library, about to reserve some comics on the computer-
Girl Who I Fence With: Hi Alissa
Me: Oh hi.
GWIFW: Are you almost done with the computer?
Me: Yeah, I just have to reserve a book. (Go away, go away, go away, please go away)
GWIFW: What book?
Me: (Fuck.) Spider-man.

Daddy I don't want to apply to Carnegie Mellon because my dream is to work for Blue Man Group ( Read more... )