Wednesday, November 30, 2005

[ im feelin this: Stressed ]
[soundtrack to life : Seven Swans, Sufjan ]

ok so here is the dish: I got a new puter, its Mac Attack! I got myself a nice 12" cute li'l mac, in fact that is its name. If you were interested. I know what you are thinking, oh great another mac-er. Well not the case, my PC friend. I just wanted a new puter cuz my old one fried, and i thought well i've been dreaming of a mac, so i got one. Now I have to pay it off. I am in need of monetary funds, like whoa. I have a credit line for my puter, but its pretty much maxed out, and i need to get headshots, yes thats right, headshots. I am going to try and get them done before the semester breaks, but that leaves me with 3 weeks to do so. I am not opposed to getting them done in Jan, because I'll be in ny in jan and maybe have a credit card to put them on. So here's hoping the credit gods are looking out for me.

School has been kicking my ass. I have been directing, acting, typing, dancing, and working 3 jobs, so if you read this at all and are wondering why i havent updated in like 3 months, well there is your answer. Right now i am in the process of memorizing 4 monologues, all due by thurs, yeah tomorrow. So i have a lot on my plate. I also need to finish my MMWW journal which i need to get to peter by next week. I'm hoping to have it done by monday, but i also need to have a new directing scene picked out and really put together, which i am not good at. Ugg
So anyways. heres to new computers, jobs, crazy life and video podcasts, yeah best idea ever!
Yoga free on my itunes updated weekly, yeah i can deal with that. My cuzin found me on myspace, utterly ruining my time on that site, so that really sux. I can't fill out any moew surveys or put up bad language junk. i hate it, it was literally, my space, and now it's like my parentally conscious space.
Fuck that! Ugg again ends my paragraph.

ok well lots of luv

in love with love and lousy poetry


Kindel blogged at 1:27 PM


love and lousy poetry
"Rely a bit to heavily on alcohol and irony. Get clobbered
on by courtesy, in love with love, and lousy poetry.
And I'm leaning on a broken fence between Past and
Present tense. And I'm losing all these stupid games
that I swore I'd never play. And it almost feels okay
"-the weakerthans

this honey bee
leave some pollen behind
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