It was my metaphorical bachelor party, my last stand, before I gave the rest of my life to you.

Before I gave the rest of my life to you.

I try my hardest not to make this into a game, but there are two opposing sides vying for first place. If it isn't a game, its at least a competition. Even the pregame was full of sides; people placing wagers their bets on who they believe will be crowned champion. Others were trying to encourage players not to play, others were encouraging players ( Read more... )

As a follow up to my previous entry:

I started writing shortly after. Perhaps about 4 A.M.
At 11:45 P.M., I ended with a 127 page script.
Go me.

I'm miserable.

Now, as the epitome of incompleteness, I set out to record my losses in epic form ( Read more... )

EDIT: Tim actually wrote the following. About himself.

i am gay. thats it. im gay. sitting here watching monty phyton's the meaning of life. drinking wine....being gay.....Tim Cruz is the coolest kid ever...i am gay for tim.

Not just about feminism! As Sarte's life-long lover, de Beauvoir was also into existentialism.

(Feminism + Philosophy = ???)

LOL!

The arrival of the New Year would not have been the same if TJ wasn't standing three feet away from me screaming at the top of his lungs (which can surprisingly reach a very high pitch). Or so I thought it wouldn't be the same until I realized that nothing will ever make New Years more to me than 2004+1, or x+1 for that matter. Its just another day ( Read more... )

I decided that I hate live journal and I should probably quit writing in it and looking at others'. But, then I thought, "What would become of your life?" Chances are, I'd be extremely bored ALL the time.

Wait a second... That's a lot like now.

And so I attempt to write another live journal entry and fail miserably. Again. Oh well.

Its about time I give the LJ a good thrashing. Its been a while -- almost so long I forgot how to type. As expected, now that I am in Wilkes-Barre, I have done absolutely nothing worthwhile. Yesterday was productive, I guess. If that even was yesterday. I'm not sure. But, I drove my sisters to Philadelphia and back, got a few other things done, and ( Read more... )

The only moment I have enjoyed in Wilkes-Barre thus far was when Craig and I talked about Stanislavsky, Chekhov, Pirandello, and other dramatists for about 20 minutes without taking a breath. We should have talked slower, it would have lasted longer ( Read more... )