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2003-12-15 08:45:41 ET officially i'm staring down at a crap load of writing to do and a very fucking scary final. i've read the material and the instant i read it, it leaves my brains. then i reread it. and its gone again. i think something is up. its really pretty outside and quite blue. i'm very tempted to go run around all day at the beach. considering i'm not so far. went to rent last night with carina, joe, and brian. which was entertaining in its own gay rock musical way. brian put it perfectly when he said, "it's like an activist wrote a musical and then the producer from saved by the bell decided to produce it". which is beyond true. although this time the vocals weren't turned up so loud and you could barely hear them. so it was hard to follow along. i'm suprised how many people didn't want to go. considering the seats we had we really nice orchestra seats. plus it didn't help with about three people flaking out. it would have been nice to have been able to give the extra two tickets we had to someone who would have enjoyed it. after rent the joe, carina, brian, and i headed to fred 62's where much french toast eating commenced. thank god for french toast. headed back towards brian's place, he dropped me off and went into work. i proceeded to crash into his bed. i couldn't remember what brian and i had did saturday but i realized that we didn't do anything due to waking up at about two. i hate it when the entire day is practicaly wasted. blah blah blah. and that's about it. |
