I'm so...terribly busy these days. I...really need some me time. Yet I think back to all those wasted weekends, waking up at 4 in the afternoon sometimes, accomplishing nothing, gaining weight, and feeling miserable...and well...I don't want that. But why does it have to be one or the other? This...this is why I need a job I'm passionate about. ( Read more... )

I submitted a play to the Peanut Butter radio show, and they're going to perform it tomorrow night at eight o clock. I'm nervous. I have class when they rehearse, so I can't be there to make sure the actors don't read my lines wrong. Of course they're probably professional and can make any line work, but I'm still nervous everything I wrote will ( Read more... )

What a great fucking night. Dinner, dancing, Animaniacs, Ice cream and chilling with my peeps. It's like I'm making up for the Freshmen and Sophmore years of being a creepy shut-in ( Read more... )

I just had sex! And it wasn't in a chatroom! And she was actually attractive! She came at me like a cheetah!

Thank You Ratatouille!

This morning, while driving home from a party where I was this close to being anally raped (you don't want to know), that "Blackbird singing in the dead of night" Beatles song came on the CD in my car. It was skipping. I looked down at the cd player and sighed. This does not bode well for the new year.

Me: "Fuck, I've got Ghosts! Is there a Ghostbuster in the house ( Read more... )

Wooo another good dream! This one about a giant whale monster attacking the city! It could fly. And I was chilling with the cast of Lost in the hatch. I had told them I had to go back for this girl I knew (unknown to me now in real life, apparently I loved her in the dream) but Jack was all being his usual dick self and saying that I couldn't go ( Read more... )

I literally just woke up. I should be ashamed of myself, and I promise I will be later, but I couldn't stay awake, not when my dreams were this good. I can't remember the last time my dreams were this bad ass ( Read more... )

"It's time, Ben."

"Time? Time for what?"

"The orgy."

"What?"

"Three guys, no women and a long, lonely night."

"...Yeah...that sounds kind of...gay."

Everyone! Drop what you are doing! Go see The Mist! And bring tissues!

No, not for THAT. Yeesh.