April 2010
Darkness drains and light will come again
Swing open your chest and let it in
Just let the love, love, love begin.” —
Everybody - Ingrid Michaelson (via carefreehighway)
NO BIG DEAL, but Ingrid Michaelson just played at my school.
my emotional trauma is either over or not even started yet. i told him i liked him. now i can get over it. which is one of the few healthy things i do well.
Snaptown. I’m doing the same in the next three weeks.
Today, the theatre department at my university (namely, our costuming assistant professor) threw a candy hunt for all the theatre kids.
I have so many plastic eggs, and soooo much candy, I’m pretty much a kid again.
a) Friends, b) The X-Files, c) Castle
a) Either Arthur or the The Daily Show, b) The X-Files, c) Doctor Who.
a) Buffy the Vampire Slayer, b) The Daily Show/The Colbert Report, c) House or Glee
The Rockafeller Skank, by Fatboy Slim
Very interesting indeed.
Right now, I’m sitting in a Cybercafe debating as to whether I should pull an all-nighter.
Pro: I’ll hopefully retain some information
Con: I’ll probably feel more sleep-deprived than usual.
Pro: More time for more material.
Con: I have class tomorrow morning. And I have to paint realism.
Pro: I’ll feel studious.
Con: I wore a memorable outfit today, and I don’t think I could break such a critical fashion rule by wearing it a second day in a row.
Pro: Sometimes there are cute boys in the cybercafe. And it smells like coffee.
….
I might hang around for a bit…?
I’ve had a crazy busy week, and I have to be up and ready (aka looking socially acceptable) by 11 am so I can grab brunch and then usher a show. Why am I not asleep right now? Probably because tumblr is this ridiculous creature that consumes my brain.
Cool.
so sick of this recovery time from surgery. i just wanna feel better again and go to the gym and stuff!
oh an aside: i wanna stop having crushes of guys who legit think of me as just another dude, so every guy i’ve ever known.
I feel your pain a lot. And stuff. Besides the recovery time. Well. Maybe a little.
I think it’s rather humorous that on this fine Saturday night, at one of the most notorious party schools, I went out for tea with my friend, headed over to our friends apartment to play “zoo” (this is the sexual version, which we didn’t play, lol), and then I came back to my room to write cues into my production book and basically do homework.
Dreamworld, by Robin Thicke
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Earlier this weekend, I was a light board op for a dance show, and on of my friends did a really great dance to this song. Stuck in my head ever since!
THIS IS SO TRUE. EVERYONE NEEDS TO WATCH TWIN PEAKS NOW.
Creator, by Santogold.
This song is effing crazy.
My friend Dave
This kid leaves me beautiful voicemails. I wish I could describe how monotonous he sounded.
3×5 by The Infamous Stringdusters
originally by John Mayer
(posted by bunkercomplex)
I like, really really like this.
(via fadetoblack-)
WAS JUST WATCHING THIS WHILE EATING KOSHER DESSERTS IN MY FRIEND’S ROOM! AWESOME!!!!
FIRST & LASTS.
EVERYONE HAS THEIR FIRSTS:
FIRST REAL BEST FRIEND: Keelin O’Reilly
FIRST SCHOOL: Darcey Preschool
FIRST CELL PHONE: A large, boxy $30 LG POS.
FIRST FUNERAL: Baba Zima (Grandma Zima)
FIRST PET: An albino african clawed frog named Buttercup “Frogboy”
FIRST BIG TRIP: Greece! When I was 16!
FIRST FIGHT: Fifth grade, behind the football field underneath the bleachers.
FIRST CELEBRITY CRUSH: Johnny Depp. Like, I knew about his kid’s and stuff. Creepy.
FIRST TIME OUT OF THE COUNTRY?: Canada, 2004
FIRST JOB: Babysitting, I was like 13.
FIRST FACEBOOK FRIEND: Jackie Ajello. Awesome.
EVERYONE HAS THEIR LASTS:
LAST PERSON YOU HUGGED: Annie Stauffer.
LAST CAR RIDE: Driving back up to school with Shire kids.
LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: Gosh, um… maybe like during winter break?
LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED: Razing Appalachia (documentary yo)
LAST FOOD YOU ATE: Ben and Jerry’s (dinner!)
LAST ITEM BOUGHT: Lime green wallet
LAST SHIRT WORN: Tie-dyed shirt from junior year chem
LAST PHONE CALL: Matt Jenks. We got dinner. :)
LAST TEXT MESSAGE: This one.
LAST KISS: Ted Nagel.
LAST THING YOU TOUCHED: My nose. Tehe.
LAST FUNERAL: Uncle Mickie