Currently Listening Some Cities By Doves see related

A Dream.

So I have a lot that I want to write but I'm not in the right mindset for it, so instead I'll type this weird ass dream that I had last night.

It starts out that the old Ed Simpson group is hanging out. Pretty much the whole class except Megan and the Ashleys. Plus Scott, Hayely, and a token black guy (I'm not kidding, I don't even know his name.) I think we all got really bored and Lance was talking about how much he loved Trick or Treating and that he didn't want to wait till Halloween (Never mind that Lance is like 23). Also, it's late January and there is snow everywhere. Steve's like, screw Halloween, let's just trick or treat right now. And we do.

So we're going around Indiana knocking on doors, no costumes, and pissing off the town-e's. It's just fun. Meanwhile Mianna and I are hanging back and talking. She says "We never talk" and i say "Yeah, we kinda have different personalities" and we keep talking and really get to know each other beyond face value. i hear a Town - E yell he's calling the police. we scurry onto the next house.

Mianna isn't Mianna though. I don't have a secret crush on Mianna or anything. Sorry Xanga Gossip. She's the embodiement of every good thing I've ever liked about a girl collected into Mianna's body. As I'm thinking this, for some unknown reason, i'm standing on a town-e's lower roof, which Scott pushes me off of and into a huge pile of snow.  Everyone laughs, I'm cold and pissed. Mianna holds onto me to warm me up.

A Bell rings and I'm late for class. We, the whole group, run off to class, but we have to go through the bad part of town to get to class. The bad part of town looks like Philidelphia, not the street, the city. And this anger pizza guy attacks us for bumping him off his bike. Rob pulls out a sawed off shot gun and blows the guy away.

The guy's pizza guy friends then shot Rob in the arm as he tossed me the sawed off. I take out two more before we hear the police coming.

The dream becomes nearly impossible to follow after that. Something about going to spoon and fork class with Ice T (The rapper.) but failing the test cause i missed the first two weeks or class and Farina getting me a girlie drink to make me feel better.

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Paranoid

I feel like anything I say someone will hear it. Luckly, the majority of people believe Xanga to be dead , so I think I'm safe here.

Summer has got me down. Like a fat kid sitting on my back. My creative drive is shot. I believe that someday I will live in a box and years after I die in a puddle of blood, piss, and urine some asshole will find my stack of completed works (Plays, screenplays, books, poems, and art) , get them published and become famous, not because they're that good, but because he will make all the profits from my movie called Pensive: A Land of Doom, written by the Dead Hobo which high schoolers, high school drop outs and high school pedifiles will all go see because they'll think it's catchy and cool, but it's really not and they won't even realize that it's written about them (This movie is actually written) and entails just how stupid they are. In an attempt to prevent this asshole from living off of my dead hobo profit I haven't been able to drag myself to the computer/ sketch book to get any work done.

I am 90% sure I will be working at Subs N' Suds again. Why? Money. Why? Booze. Why? I'm Jack. Have we met? No? Good.

Scott has been up here for three days. He was supposed to stay for one and a half. I had already made plans to mope, over eat, and sleep for the other day and a half but Scott has taken back his mantel of "Kato the Jack Pisser Offer". He broke into my room last night by climbing onto the roof from my roommates window, climbing into my window, placing some creepy ass doll (Don't ask) directly in front of my face so that when i woke up that would be the first thing I saw, then climbed away to have a gay tussel with Brian Jones.

Susan and I fight more than we ever did when we were offically together. This could be going better. Thursday we watch Wicker Man, Friday we go to the Hulk, Saturday I retreat home to try to do what I've wanted to do for months now (Dramatic pause.) remember who I am. This is all of further I will be saying on the subject of Susan and I, sorry gossip whores.

I think that I've been the happiest I've ever been in retrospect. I wish there was a Philip K. Dick machine/drug that I could take to relive events as I remember them (Not how they actually were). Instead I will be going home to try to make new memories that will eventually be better or worse or at least ironic in retrospect someday.

Scott calls. Gotta hide.

P.S. Yeah, my new apartment is directly across from your apartment, Vikki.

Currently Listening Unknown Pleasures By Joy Division see related

I haven't written in so long that it took me fifteen minutes to figure out how to post again. Well, having noticed that at least Vikki and Hayely still use this thing I guess I'll update as well.

This'll be short till I get more time to update it. I'm on my way back to Indiana in a minute.

Been up so long. Two days or something. Everything seems horrible and sappy. I want vodka. I'll settle for sleep. I hate the sun light.

Wrote a new play. The Nail and The Screw. Hayley's due to direct. Fall or Spring. Not sure yet.

Good Night.

So hot.

Currently Listening Sawdust By The Killers see related

Back Home/ Update

A Really quick update.

In two shows;

Down the Road, i play Bill Reach a serial killer.

directed by brandon beale

also starring Tim Zeddies and Misty Ferster

Dec 3 at 8.00pm Waller Basement

A Christmas Carol, I play Bob Cratchet

directed by Robert B. Hockenberry

some of the folks in it are Ashely Whitesel, Susan Holliday, Will Weimer, Hayley Faight, Andy Venturella,  Scott Fetterman, Josh Claubaugh and a lot more.

I'm at home now. I go to see Josh,rob,and matt on tuesday.

Going to get a hold of Ash and Joanna today.

Susan is coming up to stay for thanksgiving on Wednesday.

I sort of don't like coming back here anymore. It's not that i haven't missed Ash and joanna. But, we've moved, in my opinion, even further into the middle of no where. I have no room anymore. i sleep on the couch. This is fine for Thanksgiving break, but what about Christmas. i just don't know.

been thinking about staying at iup, but i don't like that idea.

update