Dave

Your Linguistic Profile:

50% General American English

35% Yankee

10% Dixie

5% Upper Midwestern

0% Midwestern

Seems pretty accurate. Sunday was a road trip to Des Moines, ghost-capital of Iowa. Poison Control Center, Tilly and the Wall, and Of Montreal followed. It was a nice concert and a fun trip. HP is hopefully coming soon. As is the end of school. As is...my birthday.

What am I going to do tomorrow? No class Wednesday is here.

I was on the radio today, it was a good time. I totally tricked Mark into playing a song not written buy a whiney guy in tight jeans or a woman from Iceland.

I've been thinking it might be time to make some sort of goals for the summer, y'know? Perhaps I'll invoke the list method. I've got a few ideas. We'll see.

That it? Yeah pretty much. Any other questions contact my attorneys.

We should all go around the table and say what we're thankful for. I'm thankful for:

PBR: Nobody on this earth rocks my shit so consistently and with such vigor.

Learning Logic CD-ROM: Without you, I'd have to pay attention in class. Well done.

Tom, my roommate: You made Louie shut up this morning when I was trying to sleep. Props on the halfshell for you.

Iowa New Play Festival: Because of you, No Class Fridays is now also No Class Monday and No Class Wednesday.

Laptop: Because it remains to be seen if I'm going to get out of bed today. You make this possible.

Bob Spiotto, summer boss: No, just kidding, I already dislike you although we've never met. Thanks for being even less on top of your shit than I am.


Man, that's not a whole lot to be thankful for. Whatever. I am lazy.

My parents' sense of irony and timing is to be admired, lauded even. What children. Goddamn children.

Group Piano
Singing for Actors
Theatre Movement
Fiction Writing
Interp of Lit
Elementary Latin

Have you ever woken up as someone else? Looked in the mirror and been surprised by your features? Felt as if you were merely an obersver of the passage of time and its occupants? It's not a sadness, or even a melancholy, although it comes with a bluesy sountrack.

Sometimes I wonder if my upbringing and constant desire for extreme independence has made me incapable of being anything more than mildly considerate of others. What is going on. In other news....yay for playing bass.

Night 4 - ( Music for my soul )

Night 1 - Adventure abounds.

Tired....so tired. What else is there to tired? Vague.

10" pancakes, holy grails, and girl fights oh my!

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A good day. No class Friday was its usual success with no classes. A good round of filming. More random HP fans. A good movie. And a new album purchase. And friends. A good day indeed.

( The best picture I've ever taken. Seriously. )

Honestly, what is it with people? A pretty good friend of mine got hit by a car today, and when I spoke to her she said she was initially shaken up but now she was fine and was even joking about it. So naturally my level of concern is not as much as it was when I got her message. So now supposedly I wasn't showing enough emotion about her well being and I don't communicate my feelings, because she was telling me things that I didn't really know how to respond to. I mean, she had a totally unique experience that is almost 100% foreign to me, how am I supposed to commiserate with that other than listen to her and at least care that she's upset? I'm sure I've done something wrong. But being told what to feel or that I don't feel enough, what a fat load. I won't buy it. In any case.

This cold has been pretty frustrating, sometimes I feel as if I'm close to being over it and then I get hit in the head again. Hopefully I'm better by this weekend for PBR remote show and other supperhappyfuntimes.

HP Episode 3....'nuff said. What's benn especially good about this experience is that for the first time in a while I've set my mind to something and done it, this gives me great hope for being extremely productive over the summer.

Ack, to bed with me, I have a class to skip tomorrow!

A good day indeed. Easy classes, got my job situation sorted out, released a new episode of The HP, saw an OK concert, actually studied for a test. There are some stories...but I typed them out on AIM and they took a long time and most everyone who reads this knows them anyway. So there. I'm out of juice.

Ahhh, Mondays...rebirth. A weekend and then some worth of interesting discoveries, experiences, and goings-ons - more or less for the better, or at least for the more interesting. Some things stick out more than others....:

I'm really happy with the way the HP is going. It's the first thing I've done in a while that I'm really proud of, probably since high school improv. I'm excited to see where it takes me, because I think the experience is going to help me out a lot and perhaps take me other places.

I'm having serious doubts about persuing acting, or at least persuing it as a focus of my education. There just aren't a lot of parts out there for people who look like me - and for once that's not a self-deprecating remark - and I'm not doing myself a lot of favors by not focusing on things where I can succeed regardless, such as writing and improvisation. That, and the recent thoughts that I've had a couple of amazing moments, but I might just not be that good. I'll always love doing it, and hope to have it be part of my future in the arts, but right now worrying about not getting parts and stuff is just a major distraction. Maybe I'm just overreacting to the disappointement of seeing a round of productions that I'm not a part of. Meh.

Umm..had a good weekend of getting to know people better and having some real conversations, starting Thursday night and throughout the weekend. Again, more for the better...

I believe that will about wrap it up for now. Expect a new HP episode in the near future.

Bah....nighttime is a bitch on my mind. WHO KNOWS WHAT IS GOING ON CERTAINLY NOT I?

A break from depressing myself before tomorrow's logic exam...I've done the program that teaches you the material and got all those examples right, but now I'm doing the program with a lot more examples and getting them all wrong. Fuck.

Anyways.

At this point, I almost wish I had something else troubling me. My consistency of neuroses and issues is pretty damn tedious and grates on my soul.

Last week's week of "new" music was a splendid success. I am now thoroughly in love with Van Morrison, especially Astral Weeks, and even thoroughly in love with CSNY, especially Deja Vu. The Band is pretty damn sweet too. Plus I feel the dual success of having accomplished something I set out to do.

What a lame way to end an entry.

Shit, a speech to give tomorrow as well.

Shit.

Welcome to me, from me, to LiveJournal, from Xanga. It's been a long time coming, I think. At least that's what the cool kids tell me.