Nother Day

Cast in the Homecoming show. Yippee.

I guess this is what I get for actually setting my sights on a particular role this time around. I don't know why this is bugging me so much. Get over yourself, shithead. Maybe I am too cocky for my own good.

But what great timing to get a British English Professor, when I'm working on a dialect for a show. We're actually reading in that class. A lot. This is actually quite strange, believe it or not. Especially in a "research and composition" class. I wonder about the guy, really. I might just have to pick up some of his stuff, to see if I like it. Apparently he writes ghost stories. Weird, I know, a published author teaching a gen ed english class at Po-dunk University in the Dairy capital of the Southwest. Guess I shouldn't be a writer if I ever want to get out of here.

Standin in line to see the show tonight and there's a light on, heavy glow

I'm tired of trying to find places to put shit, and I'm tired of living in a room thats crammed with random shit and boxes. The den is cleared though, and I actually have shit on the walls now. I don't feel like I live in a sanitary white box anymore.

Allegra is a wonderful thing. I felt so much better today.

The guitar is improving. I never really noticed it happening, but when I think about where I was, even at the beginning of the summer, I'm amazed at how much I've improved. I guess sitting around with nothing to do but play with myself all summer--er, thats play guitar with myself--has paid off. Hehe, get it? Play with myself...hehe...paid off...hehe.