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
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.
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.
My friend Dave
This kid leaves me beautiful voicemails. I wish I could describe how monotonous he sounded.
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