Mental Prostitution

Did I post this one already? I definitely might have. But excuse me. I'm exhausted. The show opens Friday. Tech Week is giving me AIDS, that's how much it sucks. I was right in my prediction: musical tech week is a lot tougher than drama tech week.

SO EVERYBODY CAN COME TO THE SHOWS:
TICKETS ARE $5 IN ADVANCE, $8 AT THE DOOR
FRIDAY AND SATURDAY'S SHOWS START AT 8:00 P.M.
SUNDAY'S SHOW STARTS AT 3:00 P.M.
WE'RE COLLECTING DONATIONS FOR THE PAJAMA PROJECT, AN ORGANIZATION THAT SUPPLIES FOSTER CHILDREN WITH THE NECESSITIES THEY MAY HAVE LEFT AT HOME IF THEY WERE TAKEN OUT IN AN EMERGENCY SITUATION. WE'RE COLLECTING BEDTIME NECESSITIES, SUCH AS PAJAMAS, TOOTHBRUSHES, TEDDY BEARS, ETC.
THANK YOU.

I love this line so, so much. It's by Say Anything; the picture is of Corinne's window.

I'm tired now. Later.

Leave Undeserving Him

Alright, so this one is an eensy-weensy bit emo. Just a little

Hey, I warned you. But you looked anyway. Anyway, these are the lights of Manhattan as I was walking over a bridge to get to a party in Brooklyn. Lyrics are from The Starting Line.

The End.

Killing

I haven't really felt like posting for you unattentive losers in a while, so this is why I'm posting now, rather than every day.


Oh, this was a fun day. Corinne and I were ill-chilling on the upper field. I was Squanto and she was Pocahontas. I built the teepee while she went hunting, as pictured in this photograph. The lyrics are from a song by Say Anything.

w00t

Everybody Cries

It's a little bit really depressing that nobody has read this yet. Perhaps I'm too impatient.

This one, I must say, I really, really like. The picture is of the hangglider ride at the fair, you know the one. And the lyrics are from "Everybody Hurts" by R.E.M. I wish they were all as appealing to me as this one. Because this one, like, really really is.

We Are The Fury/The Audition/Head Automatica/Jack's Mannequin concert last night rocked.