Get Some Rest

Apparently, all my body needed from today was a gigantic nap. I went to sleep this morning somewhere around 1:30 (all I know is that I didn't get to see the re-airing of last night's Colbert Report). I got up today about 1 PM. I never sleep that late. Pretty much ever. Not even during the school year when I don't have a rehearsal on a Saturday (safely falling in the rare-to-never category). Anywho...

I'm ready to move back to Shorter. Ready to have my senior year and graduate. My biggest worry for the next year? My capstone reception. See, I'm not really a receiving kind of guy (moving on from the obvious jokes). Instead, I kind of want to go out with the ten people I really enjoy and have a kick-ass post-show dinner filled with compound adjectives. But, bowing to social norms and the fact that I'll in all probability have a private show, that is almost certainly out. So, my family, living 250 miles away, won't be able to plan said reception. So, I get to do it. And that's what pisses me off about the whole affair.

I think I might just kick a shit ton of pasta and call it a day. I've never been to a reception at Shorter where they served pasta.

I am slowly filling up my latest pen and paper journal. It's almost done. I finally broke down and bout some real pens the other night because I couldn't write in red anymore...it looked like I was the Marquis de Sade from Quills...and I was only writing about the screwed up lives of myself and my friends.

This blog, starting when I get back, will begin to be my Shorter experience log. Doing it right in pseudonyms.

Now, I'm off to work on the massive monologue book (Lisa, when I get it to a reasonable level of being done, I will most definitely send it to you).