Sometimes, I feel like I need to stop all of this (nonsense) and get a real job. Go make some money, climb the ladder, get security, stability, etc., etc.

But I'd never do that.
I lack better judgment.

One more year.
One more year.
One more goddamn fucking year.

Ah, Sunday in Thibodaux.

The quintessential
lazy
small town
down home
southern breeze
Sunday.

Like the calm before the storm.

(NYC in two weeks. omgomgomg.)

Being locked up in Hatcher with a bunch of sick people doesn't exactly make it easy to stay healthy. Yesterday, I thought I was going to die. My fever broke at about 6 pm. I feel a little better today. I still ache everywhere though ( Read more... )

Valentine's Day is on Wednesday.

Ew.

I haven't been up this early in forever ( Read more... )

I'm feeling inadequate again.
In life. In everything.
This happens every semester, and I suppose it will for as long as I'm doing this.
This. This school thing.
This theatre thing.

Blegh, I can handle it.

Just have to lay off the pot for a while.

I finally named it, y'all.

Everyone, meet
Perry Rubenstein.
Say "Hi," Perry.

...

He can't talk right now.
He's takin' a smoke break.

I have these random dreams sometimes where I intentionally physically hurt people whom I really love, and when I wake up, I feel this extreme, intense guilt. This is no way to start a day.

But you can't control your dreams, right?
Ugh, guilt. And I have errands to run.
Damn it.

This has been a most fulfilling vacation ( Read more... )

Well, I'm finally here ( Read more... )