I like having my head inside this one. 

Shoot that thing in the head. 

Aorta declares jihad on student's body

Fudge-rockers,

I fear that my heart has turned agin me. Strange pressures and periodic pounding dizzy spells lead me to believe that something may be athwart in my ticker. I will probably get it inspected at my local retailer at my earliest convenience.

Got my car re-fluided and lightly-inspected today. New serpentine belt, baby. Mah! Mah! Mah serpentine! Ah! I wanna make you scream! - GNR, although I can't remember if it's scream or bleed. Whatevre, same differential.

So I've been reading the blogs of Others. A foolish endeavor, and one that should not be practiced by anyone at anytime. It seems that many of my theatre student peers are often filled with fear and despair. A desire to figure out the world, achieve great things, and obtain true happiness seems to run rampant through these individuals. Which makes me think- perhaps the early 20's are the time when people feel discontent as they writhe upon the newly discovered firey coals of adulthood. By the 30's, people have obtained direction and security, by the 40's family and experience, by the 50's perspective, by the 60's bone density-reducing ailments. It's a natural sequence. So perhaps we 20 somethings should embrace our fear, loathing, and blatant ineptitude. Who's ever head of a 20 year old president? Your fucking goldfish, that's who! Shit! Shit! Fuego! Shit!

True to form,
Apple Dapple

I am disinclined to accept your bovine excrement

Fine morning, son.

I really don't want to work on my Zequilibrium paper for "The Role of Emotions in Performance" class. The entire class got a five day extension, and yet I've managed to flounder the time away with dastardly tactics like: sleeping. Flarn.

So what's now? Well. I'm trying to give up caffiene again. My sources tell me that it's giving me heart palpitations. I don't really know if that's accurate, but life is probably greater or equal to coffee.

I've been concerned about my future of late: I'm not thrilled with my studies/career at this point in time. That makes me part of the majority I'm sure, but for some reason I feel that I should always be in an ideal place. Entitlement complex I suppose. I guess that one's career never sorts itself out into the best-case without a bit of hard work and sacrifice of personal time and emotional effort. Manz. Don't get me wrong, I'm in a good place right now. But I want to be in a better place. I was born on the same day as Julius Caesar, there's some sort of ambition connection in there somewhere. More! More!

Now I've worked myself into a tizzy. Goat damnit.

My improv comedy group needs a name, any suggestions?

Jekyll, you're all talk and no results!

M

This Tikka Masala is DELICIOUS!

I just said that out loud b/c it is so good.

I believe that Indian food keeps me healthy. An absence thereof is akin to an absence of white blood cells. Indian food binds my free-radicals and pokes asunder any viral carapace that dares to traverse my blood stream.

Boooohahahahahaa!

YaMothah

I want my favorite dish! Ah - Fish! Thanks. Guhcockle!

My beloved DESTRUCTICON has graduated from college. She is now a grownup in the world of the adults!! I, however, remain carefully hidden in the fallopian folds of the womb of academia. I suck off of the auburn colored teet of the system. Mmmmwoooaah!

Watching my darling and her/my friends graduate today put me in a strange state of mind. What am I doing with my life anyway? The man behind the podium (after biting the head off a chicken) seemed to say that we should pursue our dreams and hopefully they will yield us money and nuclear disarmament of our nenimies. All I could think of was that I truly want to be an improv comedian. I want to be the next Ryan Styles. But stumpier. More junk in the dashboard. Hubba hubba.

I'm going to miss my girl terribly. This is going to suck. SUUUUUUUUCK. We've done the long distance thing before, but this is different b/c I'm in a HARD program now that demands my blood at frequent intervals and she'll be working in a REAL job where they bust your face if you skip. Oh the agony! Oh the pathos of true love! These are not bad problems, they're good ones to have. A bad problem would be like when the government calls you up on the phone to test out their new super-sound that kills whoever hears it. It sounds like this: REEEEEEEEEE--!*

*Actual supersound misspelled to avoid occular hemmoraging.

Fuck a spoon you pervdog!

You can't get THIS on the Canadian side. 

Gastro-Intestinal Atomic discomfort

So!

I'm recovering from some mysterious food poisoning. I was up until sunrise last night booting and sweating, tossing and turning. By 10am I was shivering with fever. Fortunately, by noon my shakes had stopped and I determined that I would not need to radio out for help. I don't mean for this entry to be a big complain-a-thon, but being sick can really suck. We truly are at the mercy of our bodies.


Blagh....

moooooo

Chris Walken Impressions are Back in Style

Solar Power Cells,

Today is my first morning back in Columbus after my two week tour of "A Midsummer Night's Dream". It is wonderful to be back home with my own space/stuff/nematodes. I like not having a roomate (not that my roomie on the road was bad, I just like to chill without having to consider the requirements of others). On second thought, it was kind of nice to have another human to interact with in my down time. Eric (my roomie) is a quiet guy who allowed me to vent my baleful spleen (test out any musings that came to mind) and didn't give me much trouble about it. He was akin to Kian in that respect.

Tearful goodbyes: Due to shared cabs and flights, it took the cast several hours to finally separate. Despite this length of time, everybody seemed to be constantly saying goodbye to each other. It was endearing and sentimental, but my cold coffin of a heart didn't really allow me to get into it. I liked the people that I worked with but, for the most part, I didn't really forge eternal friendships. Peter Cutts was cool, as was Michael Fisher and Guy Balotine and Regina (even though I didn't really hang out w/ her).

Swinish Knavery: I got hammered on one of the nights in Virginia. It was monsterous. I told Christina that I my mistake was that I was "trying to drink until I become an optimist." It's a little creepy and stupid. I wound up talking to some Canadian Scots in a Scottish accent (which apparently offended them) and, of course, vomitting all day in the aftermath. Terrible times. Taught me a lesson.

On Playing Giant Houses: It's really exciting to step into a multi-thousand capacity theatre and know that all of those seats may be filled to watch something that you're a part of. I reccomend it to every actor because the experience is validating. The funny thing is that even though the stakes are higher, its still the same performance that you used to give in dress rehearsals - it's still just lil' ol' you out there on the planks. Perspective and framing is everything.

Kristine Kearney rock my socks off. Coolest costume designer ever (sorry Cindy/Joyce) And she knows Dana (Master Shake) Snyder! What kind of crazy bizarro world is this??

Oh, I dressed up as a woman for a scene in this play. Almost passed out on stage from lack of food/overheating. Gained weight from the chunky tour food. And I am very grateful to be back in my normal life with my loved ones. Destructicon, MMMMWAH!

Yogurt for Breakfast,

Markre