Some Recent Thoughts These are in little to no order.

I thought for a period of time that, it if wasn't for the sex with men thing, I could handle being gay. But the I realized that I don't understand men any more than I do women.

While I understand the concept of "dating Jesus" I don't think it's a very effective system. The world is not like a romantic comedy (as much as we might like it to be) and the perfect person will not stumble into your life in a whirlwind of coincidence and perfect mistakes. God doesn't work that way, it's too lame.

Apparently I have poor taste in women. Well that may not be exactly a shocker, but I have gained some new information in the past twenty-four hours that have reinforced the theory.

Sometimes I wish I was as dark, brooding and mysterious as I appear upon first sighting. Although I don't know if I actually appear dark, brooding or mysterious, but I'd like to think I do.

I feel bad for you two. You are still being dragged along behind her. I'm glad I got out. I want to feel bad for her too, but I just can't bring myself to feel those emotions.

I have seriously considered doing something stupid in the past few weeks. Well actually I did something stupid a few weeks ago, but I did it anonymously. This second thing might possibly make it not anonymous. And if my intrepid readers are smart they might be able to figure out what it was simply because I am writing about it here. That is the chance I take.

My writer's bock has broken a little it seems. The ideas are still few and far between, but at least I'm writing again.

I got paid fifty dollars for acting at LCT. I then went out and bought How I Met Your Mother season two. I love this show. It is very re-watchable.

I have to start looking for grad schools soon. Which means I have to start trying to decide what I wan to do in grad school. I thought I wanted to go into playwriting, and I do, but Dr. Chansky recently told me that she thinks I would do well in research. Despite all the warnings I have heard, I think Dr. Chansky actually likes me.

I submitted a script to RROAPS, and I am really afraid that I am being too hopeful about it. I really don't think I should expect to get picked, because the odds aren't in my favor, but I find myself thinking about the production and talking about it as if it had already been selected.

I'm also afraid about my trip to Canada. I really have very little planned and that's how I want it. However, I'm not sure it will turn out well.

I'm going to bed now.

I got so much to say
And all of it's cliché

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  ¶ 10/29/2007 10:54:00 PM