i'm sitting on the balcony of this apartment. looking at the chrysler building. writing my screenplay. listening to death cab. my eyes are just welling up with tears ( Read more... )

but the main thing that i would like to report is that i've just hung my original the who's "tommy" on broadway poster purchased from a little, hole-in-the-wall broadway poster shop in mid-town.

it's fantastic.

i am sooo tired.

i officially sucked in my studio class today. i felt like such an asshole.

well. i just know that my projects need a fucking fuck load of outline planning, because i don't want it to go anything like my learning deal today. yeah. whatever.

erg.

(my birthday is tomorrow. yesssss)

okay. so this is what i'm going to do?

are you ready?

okay.

i'm not going to give a shit about grades this semester! yeahhhhhhhh!

omg. i have a freaking fuck load to do.

and this…

is why…

i am angry.

1. because i was supposed to have my apartment all set up when i came back to the city so i wouldn't have to worry about anything when school was starting. but no. someone had to really fuck up my life on that one. thank you, and fuck you ( Read more... )

ohhh my goooood ( Read more... )

so i have to go back to new york early! ahhhh! apartment things.

sweeeet baby jesus.

i also have gifts for some kids from kw. but... i have not seen them.

i also have books for school. they are fun to look at.

thhhheee end.

all those bitches who can pack up their cars with all their college-type things, drive to their florida college and unpack all in the same day. ddddammmmmnnn it!

ugh. i'm going to go get some coffee. wake up mizz bird!

i'm not sure what this is. i know i'm not stressin' over anything in particular, and i know i'm being generally positive about everything. i think this just might be a weird sensation of actual sickness ( Read more... )