Thirty-one hours. That was the final tally of how long I managed to stay awake, without so much as a five minute nap, even during the worst, most boring portions of performance. After a nice eleven hours of sleep, I am back on top of my game, and plan on having another wonderful night's sleep tonight. If anyone is looking for an excellent comic book, I highly recommend The Losers, it's very good. I read it last night, because for some reason around ten thirty I was no longer tired, so I decided to quickly take some Alluna and pass out before I lost the ability to do so. I recently purchased Tim's birthday gift, so now I just need to mail it, and to everyone else, ha, I beat you to it, so find something else to get him. Anyway, it's about time to go bleed for money while trying to memorize a few more lines for tomorrow's scene work.

So I decided to stay up all night to make sure I went to voice class, and of course, I didn't need to be there today. If only I had gone on Friday to pick up the schedule of individual work times, I would have known that. So now I am sitting here, quickly fading away, with much too much aggression flying around the room. Unfortunately, my original plan was to go to sleep earlier tonight, in order to get some work done and return to a normal sleeping schedule, and thanks to the incessant yelling of my roommate, and Jon's ever present afro of red, that should carry through, although it won't be very comfortable, seeing as how even know I can feel my fingers growing weak and losing sensation. Now I can break them without having to feel it. Yeah! What other fun things can we think of while asleep, but for some reason still typing? How about going to Performance? Yeah, that sounds good. I'm off to Performance.

So everything is going great, I'm going to bed at a reasonable hour, although a slight worry crosses my mind as I realize that Aaron hasn't come home yet. Oh well, turn out the light and hit the sack. Three o'clock rolls around, and Hey, I'm Aaron, I'm short and Jewish and loud. Let's go smoke several cigarettes and stay up playing City of Heroes for a few more hours until we all pass out and don't go to class the next day, and the day after that for the same reason. Luckily that didn't happen, so here I am, wasting time (in City of Heroes) until Voice. I am also slowly going insane, which always adds an extra layer of fun to the wacky world of theatre.

So yeah, all weekend I was down in San Antonio, which was fun, and somewhat uneventful, which is a welcome change of pace from all the crazy garbage I usually have to go through to travel anywhere. Also, Sky Captain is the most badass movie ever. It definitely ranks up there among my favorite movies ever. So everyone go see it, hopefully I will go sometime this week, and everyone is invited. Exquisite. Then a rousing game of Adventure, which gleefully also included zeppelins, followed by some sneaking around and comic book purchases. Got to see Rob for a while, which was great because he was so messed up all he really did was tell me some story about how "getting super blazed" is better then "sex with bitches," all the while snapping his fingers all over the place, just to flaunt his fantastic abilities to snap his fingers. A nice long sleep and some yelling shrouded in the mystery of dreary afternoon rousings from the bed, some dinner, a short stroll along the airport terminal, and I return to my home here in Denton, only to find that the Soviet flag has once again fallen off the wall in my absence. Fear not, for as heavy as a hammer and sickle can be, a small tack can easily lift them up to their glorious position above my computer. Goodnight you workers of coal mines, you faceless soldiers of the red army.

Once again it has been a while, but I have been so very busy lately. Classes take up lots of time, then the work for those classes (there is a lot of it if you actually do it) and then the mandatory sitting around and doing nothing, which doesn't really result in the best blog material. I did however run into an interesting gentlemen the other day, who was very excited about eating dinner on sunday night. He kept jumping around and saying things like: "I'm gonna eat the shit outta that pasta!" He then proceeded to load up two plates of food and skipped off happily to scarf it down, and then he returned and once again got much too excited considering it was just old cafeteria pasta, served on a slow sunday night when there are no other options so you can't really complain, because if you do, you may actually have to pay for your food that night, and no one likes paying for things when they could get it for free. I will accept almost any inferior product so long as it's free. Why not right? Now the one area this doesn't always apply to is women. Free women are sometimes much easier then women who are not free, and who are we kidding, we all love a challenge every now and then right? Right. Well, not always, but hey, women sometimes bring out rather strange sides in us all. Especially other women. To quote my new favorite professor, Dr. Garcia, or Lorenzo (and yes his name should be italicized) "You have to be a real fucking bitch, get up in their face and smash it in" Then he kicks over a chair and instantly puts a big smile on his face. "Ohkay? Right." So very entertaining, it makes performance have that extra in your face side that keeps me awake for the ungodly long two and a half hours I have to spend there, when all I really want is a nice nap. And maybe some new comic books, those are nice. Well, I have another barrage of classes to stand up against early tomorrow morning, and seeing as how I spent most of my free time today doing the work for these classes, I am going to bed so that I get up early enough to go to them. Hurray for learning!

In my ongoing quest for a chia pet I ran across this little web page. I will take responsibility and properly dispose of my chia pet when the time comes.

Ah yes, the weekend, a time to relax and waste time, do a little catching up on homework, or build up a multi-million dollar transportation network. All admirable tasks, although that last one has kept me going all night, and when victory finally came I took a stroll outside to calm myself and prepare for a wonderful slumber. Much to my surprise there was a woman sitting directly outside of my door reading a book. The man in me immediately came up with several very intriguing situations where this could be turned to my advantage, however, the kinder, gentler me won the inner-monologue battle and I decided to simply wish her a good night upon my return to my chambers. The flag is now up, which brings a nice touch to the room that it has been missing, since before then the walls were completely bare. Plasma donation is wonderful because it supports all of my nerdly habits, such as City of Heroes and comic books. Also, it may eventually result in me purchasing some Paranoia material. Oh yeah, make sure not to read any of that though, that would ruin all the of carnage-filled fun. Tomorrow it's off to the library to get some actual work done, and I should probably rearrange all of the trash I've put on Aaron's bed so that he won't see it, or at least be able to curl around it to get some sleep. Sleep. That does sound good. Mr. Hoppy!

Oh the weary weeks continues. Monday off was nice, although all it did was prevent me from going to all of my theater classes (you know, the ones I'm actually here for) more then once this week. Far too little sleep, but it's been good. Had a cool conversation with a fellow PC game lover just now, and it has rekindled my love of great games. The kind of stuff that sends chills down your spine and make you yell at your computer until everyone thinks your completely insane. Well if it's insane to celebrate the retaking of the homeland, then by god, everyone should be insane! I shouldn't even be here now, but I'm all excited and not too sleepy, so I figured I would come here and share that wonderful feeling with everyone. The assassination game begins soon, so watch your back, for in the end, there can be only one. And it won't be me, but I'll take down a few of those bastards along the way. My free Ipod comes ever closer, and now I just need one more person, so Tim, if you see this, your my man. You go out there, go long, and I'll make sure you score with some cheerleaders after the game. Besides, Kristen will be all liquored up on her birthday, so I'm sure she'll agree to it. Exquisite. Pictures coming soon of the madness of free buritto day. It just piles up. I sure do love it though. The pile is such a basic form of anything, so natural, so chaotic. Almost sensual. Well, not really. Piles of stuff doesn't usually bring about my more amorous side. There are some very bad piles out there. Now for tea and wonderful sleep.

Well, lots of ups and down lately. So here is the final game plan: I will go to San Antonio, using some of the money ACAG is getting. That's about it actually, not quite sure why that needed clearing up, but anyway, now no one will have any questions. So I spent several glorious hours today sitting in the basement of our wonderfully huge library studying acting and Russian. And what have I learned from it all? First, acting is what I will always do. It's a part of my life, and it is a part of everyone's life, they just don't realize it. Second, Cyrillic is a badass alphabet. Russian is going to be a lot of fun, because I have picked up being able to read it in about two hours. Of course, the vocabulary is also important, but I'm in this 110%, and our best 5 year plan predictions indicate the quotas for learning will be met. Victory to the red party!

Be fearful of the falling leaf! For surely if it can crush this mighty concrete on which we plod back and forth each day, it can decimate your puny head full of foolish ideas!

So I've decided to go to San Antonio anyway. How you ask? By taking the cost of a plane ticket out of the money I was going to give to ACAG. They can simply work for the rest. Besides, it's still more money then they had. And this way I get to go down there. Excellent. Of course, I will probably here about it in the form of complaints now, as opposed to thanks earlier, but eh, it's a price I'm willing to pay.

Illness is truly a terrible thing. I woke up this morning a mess of clogged openings, except for my nose, which chose to randomly let stuff out every now and then. Wonderful. After a grueling six hours of class all in a nice little row, I went home and simply passed out for a few hours. That was fun, aside from the odd flashes of spider web being shot around the room and way too much super hero lingo. And because of this terrible feeling I couldn't go buy new comic books today. And I happen to like comic books. Oh well. I'm going to go to bed, thankfully I only have one class tomorrow, and should be done before eleven, and then it's off to bed again. Crazy weekend lifestyle, here I come. I hope you have some cough syrup for me.

So I've decided that I can't afford to go down to San Antonio in the next few weeks even with the plasma money. But it's alright, doesn't seem to make too much of a difference to anybody. It will be strange, since I tend to go down there for any excuse I can find, but it just doesn't seem as urgent anymore. There will always be the next break, and it's not like anything will be any different, so there is no rush to do anything. Been hanging around the back of the building a lot so I have been running into all kinds of strange people. Which is nice, at least everyone is pretty cool around here. I have a few random stories about the crazy music students that just blew me away with their crazy music theory discussions. Until then, another glass of the best root beer ever, and I'm off to bed for my early class tomorrow.

Here we have my exquisite meal, fueling my never ceasing quest to sit around and do nothing.