| Not a day goes by I don't feel some kind of guilt for not updating my xanga more often. I know I have a huge fan base who just sit by their computer all day waiting for my next entry. Well, your prayers have been answered! Here is my new genius post! Drum roll, please...
I can't believe I've been in Huntsville for two entire years! More than two years, even! I'm so OLD. That's ridiculously odd to think about. Do I like it here? Well, I'm just now starting to get used to it and accept it as HOME. Just now after two years. Which I don't think I'm happy about. Huntsville my home? Gee. How depressing. I can't wait to get out of here and head straight for New York City! Or any big city. Any will do, seriously. I need some culture, damnit. And some new interesting people. There's gotta be something better than this! There's gotta be something better to do!!!! And when I find me something better to do, I'm gonna GET UP, I'M GONNA GET OUT, I'M GONNA GET UP, GET OUT, AND DO IT! *clears throat* Man, I'm sorry guys, the Sweet Charity reference just fit so well. I had to do it. Aren't I hilarious?
I want an EDGE. I'm sick of being nice with a sweet voice. Everything about me is too soft with fuzzy edges and I want the sharpness. I need it for theatre, too. I just don't know how to get it. I cuss some, I drink some, I gossip some, I'm not a very nice person sometimes, but no luck. And with all that fuzziness, you'd think I'd be poetic, right? But you'd be wrong. I'm so far from poetic. I don't even get the positive aspects of the fuzziness. I've always wanted to be poetic. Gee.
You know, I really love talking about myself! It's so damn fun. I love lamenting about how I'm a tortured soul. Oh, my life is so hard, woe is me. That's why it's so wonderful to have a best friend (who is now officially 21) who puts up with my shit! I feel bad for talking about nothing but ME ME ME in this xanga, but what the hell, it's MY xanga, right? :)
So, uh, on that note....how is everyone? Good? Great. Hehe. :) |