let’s not forget ourselves girlfriend, i am flawed if i’m not free…

i wonder what i want to talk about.

tomorrow is my last completely free day, thankfully. i woke up at 3 today and haven’t left my house. watched alot of friends, edward scissorhands, and now raising helen. i read a short story by neil gaiman (an absolutely amazing writer), and have been incessantly checking my facebook. tomorrow i’m determined to do something productive. watch the chekhov movie i’ve netflixed, and hopefully get through my second reading of “the seagull”

i’ve got myself a new york public library card! it made me realize once again that i actually live here. it was a good feeling.

i’m distracted by raising helen. which, by the way, is a good movie. i like it when alot of good little kid actors are in a film.

i start training at applebees on monday at 11:30. i will be training with brandon. we’ll see how that goes.

“i had a dream that i made out with a bunch of gay boys last night.

story of my life”

aaahahahahahahahah. love it.

i want to go dancing.

a summer roommate moves in this coming week.

i am so excited to go home in july. it will be such a good week.

i wish my daily life had a soundtrack. i really think it would be so good.

i’ve been debating on writing something. a play, a book, a short story, just something. i should probably stop debating and just do it. amuse myself.

i want to see the statue of liberty. maybe i’ll do that on my next free day (not tomorrow, though. tomorrow i have plans to write my first novel and thus begin my plan of conquering the world).

i sit here, 1 in the morning, watching jennifer aniston on saturday night live, eating chunky monkey icecream, and playing on my computer.

i’ve been here since 5 o’clock.

at one point i stopped to treat myself to a vanilla bubblebath and katie’s version of a foot spa. it was fantastic.

i think i might want to be a supermodel. maybe after i graduate i’ll send in a video to america’s next top model.

lindsay lohans little sister has a tv show? what the hell? how does that happen?

i love when the extras on saturday night live look at the camera.

and with that, i end a pointless post.