Bhavas and Rasas Today has been a mixture.

The day began when I woke up and found Callahan sitting on the couch in the dark staring into space because he couldn't figure out how to turn on the TV.

Callahan came to visit from TCU to see me in Laughter on the 23rd Floor and spent the night because he didn't want to drive back at night.

I got dressed and we went to Spanky's for lunch. However the line was incredibly long at Spanky's so we went to Rasin' Cain down the street. It was good but not incredible.

After lunch we went to meet a friend of Callahan's who also goes to Tech. We couldn't talk for long because the friend is in the band and had to go to practice for the game.

I took Callahan back to his car and he left.

I came back to my room and did something I'm not proud of and don't want to talk about.

I was not feeling well so I called John to talk about it, but he was playing WoW and watching the game at Connor's so he couldn't really talk.

Eventually I went to the theatre for tonights show.

The show went wonderfully, the audience laughed at everything and we fed off that to make it even better. Although after the show a woman told me I reminded her of Ashton Kutcher. This was meant as a compliment, but was still a little painful.

After the show we discussed where to go and settled on Skooner's, because it's Karaoke night. I'm enjoying myself and telling the story of my previous exploits with Karaoke.

Andrew and I get to the bar at the same time and walk in. There's a guy at the door checking IDs and of course mine says I'm underage. He tells em they don't let anybody in under 21. This is of course bullshit because two nights ago I was sitting in the very same bar. Additionally I could have ordered a triple shot of tequila and nobody would have batted an eye.

I hate the laws in this country sometimes. Why on earth can somebody have all the rights of a citizen except the one to imbibe alcohol? I can smoke 3 packs a day which will kill me much quicker but God forbid I have a glass of champaign.

(Not that I'm in favor of more cigarette legislation either, I should have the right to choose what I do with my body, as should everybody else)

Also I got Psychonauts in the mail today and Allen gave me a CD with all of Modest Mouse's music on it.

Try Try Try.

Labels: Ashton Kutcher, bar, bhava, Callahan, food, government, karaoke, mixture, Modest Mouse, performance, rasa, rules, secret, theatre

  ¶ 10/13/2007 11:13:00 PM (0) comments

  Topic Free Blog I know what you're thinking. "this blog is rarely topical anyway" True, but this time I've started this post with no idea whatsoever of what to blog about. Let's see what happens.

I still have a cold, but I've run out of tissues. I'm currently using paper towels until I can convince myself to go to wal-mart.

I have get my application for my passport turned in so I can go to Canada this summer.

I'm going to perform a scene from Ancient History by David Ives for my Acting class. This is very exciting because it is probably my favorite play by Ives and I wasn't sure I could find someone to perform it with me. We start rehearsing next week.

I've started using my New York accent for the play I'm in. I'm not sure how good it is, but I haven't had any complaints yet.

Callahan and his girlfriend are coming up to see the play on opening weekend. I offered to let them stay in my room, and it's probably going to be a tight fit.

Every woman I find myself attracted to is already in a steady relationship. Many moons ago I swore to myself that I would not be "That Guy," but I can now see where "That Guy" comes from.

Little Boxes on the hillside. Weeds is a fun show, but I'm not sure I like the direction this season has taken. I'm just now catching up on 30 Rock.

I watch too much TV.

This post is going to have a lot of tags.

I really think the Nelsons' story would make a great play. I'm just not sure what it would be about. (their blog can be found here.)

I can't frakking believe that Clark is 7 and a half years old. Where does the time go?

I have managed to stay on my two pages for the entirety of the semester so far. I had one bad day where I forgot about it until after I had eaten, but I wrote three pages that day to make up for it.

I submitted my script to RROAPS already this year and so did some other people I know. I just really hope his script doesn't get picked. I don't even know what it is about, and I don't really care, but if his previous scripts are any indication I don't have much to worry about.

I want my bands back. You can't have them anymore. I'll give back Wicked, Millie, The Cars, and even Cabaret, but I want exclusive rights to Ookla the Mok, the Streets and Moxy Früvous. I think that's why I've been listening to so much JoCo. He's all mine.

I never really liked "Unworthy of Your Love."

I need to take a shower.

Rock on Diego.

Damn you Booth!

Aristophanes' play The Knights is going to be the topic for my research paper. He makes fun of the leader of his country and discusses free speech.

You're fighting the outfit and the outfit's winning.

Edit: Apparently I was wrong about the Tags. there's a limit on the number of characters.

Labels: accent, Aristopphanes, Booth, Callahan, Canada, David Ives, Diego, free speech, music, passport, performance, random, relationships, RROAPS, shower, sickness, That Guy, The Nelsons, TV, writing

  ¶ 9/28/2007 02:54:00 PM (0) comments