Well, high school is over, and I think I'm finally growing up. Slightly. Since this signifigant chapter of my life has come to an end, I feel that it is time for my blogging days to end as well ( Read more... )

So it's 3 in the AM. I'm at the Katz's, really fucking tired, and can't sleep yet. I graduated today, about 5 hours ago? Meh. Not as life-shattering as I imagined. Think I'll go do. Stuff.

http://www.chick.com/reading/tracts/0046/0046_01.asp

Go. Go now.

This week, I will quit La Tavola.
This week, I will step into most of my classes for the last time.
This week, I become a high school graduate.
This week, I say goodbye to those I cherish and love.
This week, I move on again.
*emo tear*

And so the week ends. I can honestly say that this has been one of the most stressful and sleep-deprived weeks of my life. After this evening, the english video will finally be fucking done. That video was way too much work for a 20 minute glorified blooper reel ( Read more... )

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So, I'm sitting in Madison's basement, in the process of NOT filming that friggin' video. One of these days we might actually finishify it. Ummm, other than that, I got the Magic Mountain job, so uh, that's good, I guess. Mmmm, crunchy. So dinner is on it's way, so I guess I'll be off then. Meh.

So I'm sitting here, listening to the dumbass neighbor kids shoot each other with paintball guns. There is a constant rapping sound, punctuated every thrity or forty seconds by a loud scream, possibly followed by "fuck that hurts!" Its really only a matter of time before Dan goes out and starts screaming at them. At which point they'll yell "fuck ( Read more... )

Oh dear. It's been a while since I've had either the time or the motivation to write in this pesky thing. I doubt I have it now, so I'll just go through a quick update thing, and try to avoid tangents ( Read more... )

Tuesday morning, I awoke, expecting an ambush. In a moment of desperation, I sent Dan to assure that the cars were safe, and clear of any enemies. He headed out, and signaled the ok. Suspiciously, I rushed out toward the car, gun cocked and loaded ( Read more... )