I think I know now how Jacques feels when he begins, "A fool! A fool! I met a fool in the forest!" I just saw a black bear trundling across Walker St, which I sometime run in the morning. And it was the last thing I expected . . . and yes, yes indeed, my lungs did begin to crow like Chanticleer.

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Caroling was fun. Zach, though he was kind when he looked at my hands as I freaked out about frostbite, was something of a jerk to me ( Read more... )

Friday night, I leapt into the arms of Zachary Reath Schoepflin and then hugged my night-clad Fair Sun, who came to see me as Lady Macbeth. I almost got in a fight with my mother before the show, but just before all hell broke loose, my father shooed me away and I went and sat on the dressing room stairs and cried because it hadn't been even a ( Read more... )

Sometimes I just feel like such an Asshole ( Read more... )

I spent a long while tonight trying to convince myself not to purchase West Side Story from iTunes.

I failed.

'Kay, I'm just gonna say it:

rEdiculous irks the shit out of me.
It is ri
di
cu
lous.

Hoo. Okay. Sorry about the spelling bitch. She's gone for now.

In honesty, I have been having a CRISIS of the SOUL the past few days ( Read more... )

While sitting in my airless kitchen, filled to the brim with muesli, chocolates, peanut butter, milk, & honey, listening to the somewhat shallow-sounding banter in the other room, attempting to type out a review for a piece of theatre I really enjoyed but would rather not review for a class I've grown to genuinely dislike, I have stumbled upon this ( Read more... )

Dear Journal ( Read more... )