Today's Pie Divided By the Editors

The Part You Should Care About

For the six of you who still haven't seen this

My second play of the summer, The Front Page, has started. You will see it, unless you don't live in Washington. I play the corrupt mayor.

I want to hang out with you. I do. But I'm apparently constantly busy. So, call me on my cell and make plans with me. Because I love you.

My To-Do List:

• Shave
• Plan D&D
• Learn to drive.
  
• Get a job
• Memorize lines
• get a boyfriend

ANYONE WHO WANTS TO PLAY D&D WITH ME, SEND ME A BLANK EMAIL AT THE FOLLOWING ADDRESS:


(I don't like spam bots)

The way I talk on AIM and MSN is how I would speak to you in real life. I stretch out words I'd stretch out, I make pauses I would make, and a use periods when I would use a period. Don't question it. Love it.

The Part You Probably Shouldn't Care About

I've been thinking way too much lately. At the risk of sounding extremely emo, this is all probably going to sound extremely emo.

I'm not sure if I have a personality. I've spent so much time changing my personality to mesh better with different people that I don't know if I remember where I started from. Even when I disagree with someone I'm with, is that because of my opinion or the opinion of someone whose opinion I'd rather reflect? Do I get along with people because of who I am or because of all the people I pretend to be?

I am too busy seeing people to see the people I need to see. I do not like how this seems to be working. I'm turning into that guy who you have to stay in contact with in order to ever do things with, because he's so busy he forgets about everything that isn't right in front of him.

What makes a friend a friend? What makes a friend more or less than a friend? Why must we use such ambiguities? As much as I love them, people suck.

I want to see the world, and I know I never will. But that might be okay, because I might just want to see the world because I think I'm supposed to.

The above applies to all of my less realistic hopes and dreams.

I am starting to think I think too much to ever be happy.

I need a button that stops time.

Summer Vacation

is setting in already. I am having trouble keeping track of the day of the week. I have not woken up before noon since my last final. Life is good.

Jenny Chow only has two more shows left. Come see it you foolish fools.

Fuck summer

It is way to goddamn hot. Bring on the fall!


In other news, finals blow.

If you only one thing today, this week, even this month, let it be this.

http://www.savetheinternet.com/

Or if you're too lazy or whatever, I'll make it even easier: http://action.freepress.net/campaign/savethenet

Just sign it. It's easy, it's fast, and every little thing counts. Please.

Evolution

Yesterday I was queezy
Today my neck hurt
Tomorrow, I am Charlotte.

TMI

Stomache flu is about as much fun as vomiting for hours on end with a temperature of 105º and constant-

Oh... wait...

Arcadia has been cancelled

and I couldn't be more relieved. We could have done it, but it would have been way, way too much work.

This would be like a dream come true. Sort of.

This wouldn't.

Jenny Chow count: 9 down, 11 to go.

I just got my SAT scores. I really need to brush up on my math. Stupid Center School.

Need community service hours? Come usher for my show. You get to see it for free. Thursday/Friday/Saturday at 7:30 (6:45 or so Usher call) and Sunday at 2:00 (1:15 or so Usher call).