Strange Observation for June 29, 2012: I’ve been successfully carrying out a vow of celibacy for the last four months (ok fine, 3 months and like 26 days or something but who’s counting oh God I miss sex so much), and this is weird, but I have not come across anything that makes me want to break that vow quite like Los Campesinos!’s latest record does.
Just found out that even those of age are not allowed to possess alcohol in the building my Serious Actor Summer Camp is putting us up in. DANGER WILL ROBINSON
I wonder if I could get a job where someone would just pay me to talk about sitcoms all day. And then maybe I could write and act a little and get some Emmys. Can I do that? Because I’ve thought about it, and I think that would make me the happiest.
Today at the gas station, the price meter on the pump slowed down when it got to $7, since it knew I only had $8.03 on my debit card. It was then that the reality of being 21, a college grad, unemployed, and living with my parents finally hit me, and oh, what a pistol whip to the face it was.
In re: the lyrics from yesterday, I have a question for the class. How do we feel about it not being sung by Lead Girl in a dream sequence, but rather Lead Fella’s Roommate in drag after realizing Lead Fella is beyond fucked up and wouldn’t remember it the next morning?
Because I’m stupid, I decided that an extra super way to kill time would be to try and write a musical. Without getting into too much masturbatory nonsense about my ~*writing process*~, I’m writing the lyrics first and worrying about the book later. Obviously, American Musical Theatre is not complete without a couple at the center of everything, and romantic lead songs are way easier...
its-all-too-cliche asked: Yellowwwww!
firstnamekatie-lastnameford asked: Green!
i've never done one of these. why the hell not?
red: seven insecurities
orange: six dislikes
yellow: five turn ons
green: four life goals
blue: three fears
indigo: two weaknesses
violet: one thing you love
You know, Norfolk, I’d like you so much more if I could actually get a job or start a life in you right now, as opposed to when I come back from Super Serious Actor School in August. Unfortunately, as that is not the case, you’ve bored me. Gracious, how you’ve bored me. Can I go to New York now?
Broke down my 2 years at UVA for a friend as follows: “I drank a lot, had a decent amount of sex, and started doing musicals.” I think if I can keep that true for at least the next 15 or 20 years, I’m doing life correctly.
Today I learned that Crossfit is the ideal workout for those who are so COMMITTED TO FITNESS! that they have absolutely no qualms with crawling back home from the gym on their bellies because everything fucking hurts that much. FEEL THE BURN