Ah yes, another wonderful friday night. This one was actually alright. I go to sleep until about three today, had an amazing rehearsal session with Dr. Garcia, which left me feeling very good about my performance piece in general, and then went to see a play that night. A day full of theater is a day that anyone can enjoy. However, theater and drama are not the same thing. Like anything I post here, the post about my previous relationships came back and bit me in the ass. Well, not too hard, since I was done with lunch and simply left, although I was oddly fascinated with rubbing my fingertips together very quickly. It's all about realizing motion people. Other then that I am pretty much very very boring. I sit around in my room, by myself, and play video games. Every now and then Jon shows up, and he is more boring then I am, because he shows up in the hopes that I will be able to think of something for him to do. That never really happens, unless I need to go somewhere, and then he gets to drive his car, which seems to be enough entertainment for him. I have yet to figure out what I am doing for Halloween, but trick-or-treating in the bible belt probably isn't the best idea. Oh I just remembered, I will be hanging lights from nine in the morning until five in the evening that day, so I will probably just come home, do some russian homework, get turned on by the incredible sexiness of the language, and pass out. But at least I would be getting something done that way. And because of that it will be a good day! This is of course a drastic departure from what I usually say, about how days where I do nothing are good days, and those are still good days as well, however, it feels much better to get something done. Especially when it's something you like to do and have to do, and will be graded on, and all of the classes you ever want to take in the future have doing electrical work of some kind as their prerequisite, although any makeup job that requires electrical knowledge I, as an actor, would shy away from, because that just sounds painful.

Having successfully completed GMing my first game of Paranoia, I am left with a craving for more. I suppose that is a good thing. Introducing Thomas was a good idea, he added a nice bit of chaos to the otherwise still all too cooperative troubleshooter team. I am worried slightly that I may have given them too much information, but they took some prodding to get moving in the direction they were supposed to go. Other then that, I think it all went pretty well. Now I just have to get my ass in gear and whip out another campaign for everyone. So I predict the next game of Paranoia will take place in a few years, because we all know that when I really set my mind to do something, it still rarely gets done anytime soon.

Well, I made it through the day, although it didn't quite go as I planned. I slept for a few hours after I got out of performance, and then was hoping to run a Paranoia game, but Aaron couldn't pull himself away from City of Heroes. Damn that game and it's being so very good. Not only did I miss out on a chance to do a very large mission I've been wanting to do for a while, but there was no gaming of the tabletop variety either. Hopefully tomorrow, and I'll be all set and ready to go as soon as everyone shows up. Excellent. So now I'm off to bed, it looks so inviting and warm, it's going to be wonderful.

Man do I love living here. I may have mentioned it before, but I really do. Today I walked outside to have a cigarette and talk to the few people I know that live far far away, and there are just a couple of guys sitting across the road, playing jazz. It gave such a wonderful atmosphere to the whole night. Of course I ran back inside and grabbed my camera, because they just gave off such cool silhouettes there in front of the psychology building. It was excellent. Other then that the day was pretty uneventful, on account of the fact that I slept until four today, which wasn't a very good idea because I probably could have used the review for my Russian test on thursday. Oh well, it will probably be alright. Tomorrow is also Paranoia day! Ah, the great joys of running a game of your own, the entertainment, the power, the getting to know what is going to happen and laughing with delight when your players wander into a trap, and of course the power. I have decided to stay up all night tonight, because I need to write a production review for my performance class, and also because I'm simply not tired, and this is the only thing I know of that actually fixes that problem. So we shall see how today goes.

So the spontaneous bitchification of all my ex-ladies continues unabated. From what I can gather from the situation, they were all just putting up with my obnoxious personality and in-your-face humor, possibly because I'm just so damn sexy, or possibly because it was easier. Either way, it seems yet another friendship is slowly and painfully making it's way toward the end. Wonderful. Interestingly enough, on this scale, my best relationship to date would be the one with Aubrey, which I considered for a long time to be merely something I did because I was feeling cocky enough to put the moves on her. That and to make fun of Joe. That is always worth doing almost anything. But anyway, this post will continue the up and down nature of my blog over the last few weeks. It seems I am not allowed to have more then one or two happy posts in a row. That would just not be okay. As we all know (or don't, whatever) this will hardly be the last discussion about this subject, since I am just too damn stubborn to give up, and I still place at least a little value in the year or so that we spent together. Anyway, I have to get ready for performance, so I'm going to go put on some fancier pants and look over my lines, I just had to get this down before the damn IRS kicks in and rationalizes things away to the point of not being able to explain them properly.

Ah yes, the joys of Bruce at night. Random food left out in a wondrous display of community sharing, random strange people wandering the halls at all hours, and of course, the main course of any late night session of smoking out back, the drunks. They will gladly eat the food you hadn't given a second thought to, and entertain you with their rambling stories and physical comedy. Whether or not any of this is intentional adds a certain element of mystery to the entire equation, a wonderful, general confused feeling is sure to be shared by all. The laughter the overtakes everyone as they attempt to open the one and only door that remains locked at all times, and blank stares received after everything that is being said. Replace this blankness with genuine over-excited interest, followed by another story arcing away in a radical tangent, followed by more maniacal laughter as a member of this merry band of entertainers has several bits of cold quesadilla thrown at them, followed by a hungry consuming of said fake mexican staple. This my friends encompasses the joys of living at Bruce, at least at night. During the day all the normals come out of their beds and yell into large metal items to make sure you cannot enjoy the precious few hours you get to dream of something else, such as good old times, or the random hot chick you passed on your way to class the day before. All grows quiet as a lone saxophone lays down a cool track for your walk to the library to pick up more music to 'temporarily store as a backup on your harddrive' or stumble back from your recent 'donation' at the plasma bank. And what is it all for? To simply enjoy a few nerdy laughs over some comic books or perhaps an entertaining game of the tabletop variety. Yes, when you learn to appreciate these small things, the world truly is a wonderful place to live. And people say nothing ever happens after last call.

Yet another friday night spent in the usual way, sitting around trying to figure out what to do, and then everyone crashing out early, leaving me sitting here in my room, listening to music by myself. I seem to remember doing more then this in the past, but I'm not entirely sure what. Oh well, I guess this is a good time to go over my Paranoia book and take some notes on the next session. But first, it's time to go outside and get some fresh air. And have a cigarette (yeah, I know, they kind of cancel each other out, but hey, better then smoking in here.) I have been blacking out several pages of the player's section that I have decided to give to my citizens, seeing as how they have just achieved the glamorous security clearance of RED. That entitles them to a little bit more information to help their confusion. Get worse. The player's guide is nice, it saves me from having to answer a bunch of questions, and really sets up the mood of carnage that I am looking for. Can't wait to see what will happen in the next session. Anyway, I'm off to the outside, because sharpies hurt my brain.

Woot, Walmart. Finally got something to drink, I now have five cases of water sitting by my fridge, so I think I'm set for a while. Also, delicious and smooth soy milk, I like the way it runs down my throat, I could probably just drink the whole carton at once, but that would be wasteful. I also decided that since I have never been very good at ordinary Trivial Pursuit, I should give the 90's edition a try, since hey, I was around for all of the nineties. Excellent. Other then that the day was a waste, although I am about to go to an emergency first/last rehearsal for something I have to perform tomorrow. That should go well. Anyway, don't wish me luck (since it's bad luck, for those of you who don't know) and I shall see you when the curtain closes once more.

So I haven't posted in a while, and I was looking through some of my older stuff, and I realized that a lot of my posts begin with the word so. I wonder why? I guess I just feel like in between my posts there has been a lull in the conversation, and the way to start that up on a new subject is to begin with so. Excellent. Today I ushered for Another Part of the House yet again. Three nights in a row of ushering is nice because it gets them out of the way, but it is a lot of time to have to kill each night. On the plus side I managed to read the entirety of The Catcher in the Rye last night, which was an excellent book. Unfortunately being in the theater building for so long means you invariably run into someone who just keeps talking about themselves. That's what happened tonight. So I'm sitting there just trying to memorize my lines, while some chick at the concession stand just goes on and on about how great your old community college was, and how much harder the classes were, and how many shows she's been in, and she just loves working with kids, and she stage managed everything she wasn't cast in. Fantastic. You like it so much, go on back there, and quit taking up space and rolls here. I later on had a conversation with her outside while smoking a cigarette. It wasn't really much of a conversation though, it was just here telling us stories of everything she has ever done, and how much she loves gay people, and all her friends back in Houston. Blah blah blah. Man, I really hate theater people. At least the shitty ones, because there are, of course, some very cool theater people. Unfortunately they seem to be in short supply around here. But low and behold, when something ruins your day, something else will come along to make it a bit better. I was sitting in my room listing the precious few things I have here on eBay in an attempt to make up for my inability to donate plasma this week, and I here a group of women coming down the hall singing their hearts out. Naturally these were the same loud women that I had known for some time now, gallivanting around the hallways making a general nuisance of themselves. So I pop my head out to say hello, and they stop by and chat for a bit, which was nice. I may be going crazy and just reading into things too much, but it seems like a lot of women are either putting the moves on me, or just being real nice. Anyway, one of them seemed real nervous and shy, which is strange, because I talked to her all the time last year in movement, and even a few days before that. Perhaps she just remembered how drop dead sexy I looked when I ripped my shirt off and giggled the entire room. Not entirely bad, at least I was using the whole space. I'm quite proud of myself, the intro to this story could have easily shot off into a tangent about why I can't donate plasma this week, but I managed to stay on task. So now it's time for that story. I wake up on Wednesday with terrible pains, pains that I know all too well as punishment for having a big cheeseburger the night before. So I writhe in agony in my bed for a while, which doesn't really do me any good. I put on some pants and went to the wellness center, and they put me on those wonderful pain meds, which made it very hard to convince my muscles to do what I was telling them during Yoga in performance that day. Alas, they are a morphine derivative and therefore would come up as a big positive on an opiate screening in the plasma center, so I am out about eighty bucks because of this whole thing. It was a damn good Ultimate Cheeseburger though. And now I sit here, half memorized for my rehearsal tomorrow, trying to get Jon to get out of bed, since it is only midnight, and take my to Walmart like he should. Lazy bastard, I need several bottles of water and a stapler. Oh well, I can always go and play some video games that I haven't beaten yet.

Oh yeah, a big Happy Birthday shout out to Tim.

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THE SEXIEST MAN ALIVE!
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Everyone here on the internet was thinking it, I'm just the first to say it. Congrats buddy, one more year till fun becomes legal, and then it's not really fun anymore is it? The only thing I have to say to you is keep your senses up for a package soon to be slung your way. Live life the fullest man, or at least do all that crazy work you seem to always be doing.

So... Very.... Close.... I have recently signed up my brother for a freeipods account (of course he doesn't know, but I'm sure he'll be alright with it) So I am now a scant one referral away from finally having a sweet piece of hardware to sport around school like all the cool kids. But seriously, by now it is really just a matter of proving that it does indeed work. So onward to more/less important things. Due to my habit of taking a nap around six every evening, I woke up at eight this morning, and actually got some things done. It wasn't so bad at all. Built a bad box to send Tim's birthday present in, and put up my rear speakers, then knocked them down several times. I went to a staged reading that was unfortunately completely unattended, for the most part, and then got out of a rehearsal because the third member of our little band of thespians had a bad lunch break, whatever that means (women, could be anything) I also recently got my prints in the mail, so if anyone wants something semi-decent, not to toot my own horn, to hang on their wall, head on over to my prints gallery and pick up something nice. Well, I have made it this far despite being up for so very long today, but I think it's time to move all the crap on my bed somewhere else and crash out. Woot.

Another week is almost over. Well, not really, it is only Wednesday, but when you look at the class spread throughout the week, most of them are finished with. I have recently taken up the habit of strolling around campus late at night and taking pictures of things, probably mostly just to use my new remote. Wonderful piece of equipment, although it would be nice if it worked from any direction as opposed to just from the front, which is where I usually don't want to be, because if all I took pictures of was myself, my photography would get really boring really fast. So anyway, it turns out I am a major sucker for comics, and can usually be convinced to buy several more books then I originally intended as long as the right person makes the recommendation, and so far, he has yet to steer me wrong. So my box is quickly filling up, and my plasma money goes very rapidly from Biolife, to me, to Treasure Aisle. The circle of life continues. Well, it's way too late and I have a literature test tomorrow, so I'm going to go crash out.

Ah yes, another sunday to monday all-nighter. This one isn't so bad, because very loud thunder and rain began right around four in the morning, which would have made it hard to sleep anyway. I come before you today to urge everyone to join the National Association of Railroad Passengers. Now, I know we are all very poor, but it's for such a damn good cause. So yeah, check it out, maybe write a few letters to get your local train service some nice goverment dollars, and join up with these guys, and we'll all take the train to a happier place. Anyway, here is the link again.

So in an effort to get more pointless internet attention, I have decided to upload some of my photography to deviantART. It is a great site, you just have to ignore a lot of goth/crappy photography sometimes. But there is some excellent stuff on their otherwise. Have a look here. I have once again stayed up all night, but it doesn't really matter it's the weekend. I'm out of here now, but take a look, it's a good site to just browse around on. Never know what you'll find.

The rain crashing down wakes me from my uneasy slumber, pounding on the windows. The room is hot, too hot, the air conditioner having given up on cooling and instead insists on giving the noise of the downpour a way into the room. A few people huddle around the door, a futile attempt to stay dry. As I stroll around campus, the emptiness is very real, a few shadows move in the hazy distance, but turn out to be nothing but the wind playing with the shadows. The slight drizzle runs down my back and rivers of water flow from the brim of my hat as a cloud of smoke floats into the troubled red sky. I circle around the building, taking in the sights on this night where I own the world. The doorstep is empty when I return from my trip, the people having retreated inside into their warm beds. I open the door to my room, and the beam of light from the hallway illuminates my typewriter, sitting quietly under the bed. I smile as I peel off my dripping clothes, and hop into the warm embrace of my bed and drift off to a wonderful dream.