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| I haven't been doing anything worth writing about lately. I've been helping a drama camp at my old middle school for the last week. It's not bad. middle school kids are lame. I remember why I hated it so much.I found out I'm direting the Supper and Shakespeake festivities, the ones that made mad cabbage for the thespian troope, at cahs next year. which is sweet, cause I get control of who gets cast. bonus. Other than that I'm just doin summer reading and tryin not to go crazy while I have no schedule to base my life on. Yeah, I sleep 13 hours a day now. I rule.
later on guys, see ya when it's not so damn hot outside. | | |
| I'm doin what any good American would do on Bastille Day. Gettin drunk as fuck and playing tennis. WHOO! GO FRANCE! | | |
| I've been trying like crazy to think of what it was that kept me so busy during these last three months and I really have no idea. my memory only goes about two months back anyway and most of the summer has kinda been a haze of memory loss thanks to good ol' Mr. Blunt. all I really remember is that I went to europe for a week and a half. good trip, not the best one I've had across the pond, but fun. England, France, and Italy. not too shabby.
My folks had me spend 2 days in california with family the other week, as well. not the pretty part of callifornia, the ugly, L.A. part. what a shitty ass excuse for a city. dirty, smelly, dead, and plastic (and I'm the kinda guy who likes New York, so you KNOW it's bad). When I got home I heard for the first time the song mentioned above. sums the city up perfectly.shithole.
I'm goin stir cazy here in the Lumbus. my dude casey's out of town until august like 18th, my lady friend Gabby's off in pittsburg till the 4th or 5th, and everyone else I know decided to take on twice as many hours at work. and here I am at the back of the line for a very small job market. oh well. c'est la vie. 1 month down, 2 to go (not that I'm counting). | | |
| Goodness has it really been 3 months? wow . I must've been busy, cause I thought that hiatus would last maybe a week. wish I could remember what I was doing.
but whatever. point is I'm back... unless I find something to do. but the odds of that are pretty slim. nothin to say really. just poking my head in to show I didn't die.
you guys should check out Deat Cab for Cutie, Regina Spektor, and of course, the greatest band of all time: The Mars Volta | | |
| yeah, so I think I'm takin a break from Xanga for a while. I don't need it for what I got it for anymore. and I just don't have time anymore. Rehearsals, writing, wasting my life it's a busy schedule. I dunno, I'll write every now and then, but not for a long time. Ta Ta. You can leave a comment about this if you want, but I'm not gonna look at it. | | |
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