open the shades, let some day break

tell me why my greyish-blue jeans, my deep blue jeans, and my black jeans all look the same in this picture.
lighting is fun.

sharp

Mikey sold me the newest addition to my collection right before he went on vacation.


this is what my lunches look like. what do yours look like?

i finished writing my play.
it's done.

skeleton

i didn't make good on my plan to load pictures this weekend. woops.

i get atleast two compliments on my fedora every time i wear it. best purchase of the summer and summer hasn't even started.
blank white/grey v-necks and henleys with board shorts or my grey cut offs and my fedora are my summer uniform. i'll avoid shoes as much as possible, too. i'm trying for a full blown flip flop tan by the end of the week.

last night, on the way to Wal-Mart (for bagels, cream cheese and sushi. i'm so healthy), there were two guys on motorcycles. the first was on a kawasaki and drivin' like a douche. the second was a long-haired biker on a chopper, lookin' bad ass. the guy on the chopper sped up a bit to drive next to the guy on the kawasaki. i thought they must be buddies. then, the guy on the kawasaki RAMMED SIDEWAYS INTO THE BIKER.
the biker just pulled back a little (next to me), laughed, and waved to the guy. what the fuuuck?

i had a dream with EVERYONE i currently know. it was ridiculous and everyone had the best clothes on. most people were in summer clothes (bathing suits, short short board shorts, tank tops). i was having a beer with my dad and waiting for some funnel cake. the craziest dressed people in the dream: Kenny wearing khaki zip-off cargo pants and a neon yellow long-sleeve tshirt with a hood (hood up, of course) and the crazy foreign girl that lives across the hall from me with a full eskimo-style parka (furry hood up, of course).


i'm in a Goucher play at 8:00pm may 8th, 9th and 10th.
this time, you won't risk our friendship if you skip it. i would skip it. it's 3 plays written by students. mine is the first, the worst and the shortest (clockin' in at 10 minutes total). my director is scheduling far too many rehearsals. we could honestly do the damn thing tonight and it would be no different than if we practiced every night for two weeks.
so over Goucher and how much they underestimate me. can't wait to escape to Towson and own their theatre department.

when do i?!

i never update anything anymore.
the internet in my dorm isn't strong enough for flickr updates.
and i like posting pictures much better than posting words.

this weekend, i'll try to upload some photos.
then next week, i do a photo or two a day.
maybe.

my cousin, Samantha is coming to Saves the Day and Alkaline Trio.
it's her first show ever.
PSYCHED.

the story so far...

here's the outline of the play i'm writing this semester.

title: Sharp

characters:
Norm
Vic
Stephanie
Ricky "Roughneck"
Raj

what's goin on:
in the first scene, Norm and Vic are strolling through a parking lot with their greasy pompador hair and fine tailored black suits, when Norm notices a car he claims is Ricky the Roughneck's. after some debate, Norm tosses a molotov cocktail at the car. Vic is not happy about this.

next scene, Norm and Vic are at work. Vic is cooking up a storm and Norm is storming around pissed at customers. Stephanie enters and declares she is there for an interview, Norm is indifferent to her, Vic is intrigued. Roughneck enters the kitchen drunk and looking for chicken tenders. one thing leads to another and a fight breaks out. eventually, Stephanie pulls a knife on Roughneck and Raj enters, breaking up the fight and banning Stephanie and Roughneck from the diner.

the next scene is in the parking lot again. Vic offers Stephanie a ride home and they talk about why Vic and Norm wear tailored suits (their own way of being modern day greasers) and how Vic lives in his car. after they leave, Norm and Raj enter, and Norm is pissed to see that Vic has left without him.

next scene is back in the kitchen. Vic comes in to work late, Norm and Raj waiting impatiently. everything is business as usual until Stephanie visits Vic. Raj tries to kick her out again but Vic opposes it. she gives Vic a gift and exits. Norm enters and declares his distaste for her, but Vic ignores this.

next scene is in the parking lot again (seeing a pattern?). Norm is assaulting Roughneck. there is little dialogue and the scene closes with Norm menacingly sharpening Vic's knife from the kitchen as he walks toward Roughneck.

next scene is in the kitchen. Vic and Raj are chatting about a recent rash of fires in the town. Vic tries to hide that he can guess who is to blame. they also talk about schools and how Vic might try to get into a culinary program. Norm enters at this and is furious (they're high school drop outs). after much debate, Vic asks if he can leave a little early. Raj approves and Vic puts on his jacket and a new, yellow, tie. this was the gift from Stephanie.

the final scene is back in the parking lot. Norm drags Vic on stage. they argue about how Norm feels abandoned and how Vic sees no future in the way they live. Norm reveals that he never planned to have a future. a lot more happens with this scene, but i don't want to ruin the surprise.


there will be S.E. Hinton references and Modern Life is War quotes galore in this play. especially in the last scene.

picture me and then you start watching

slept in this morning.
by slept in, i mean i set my alarm for 5:45, woke up, changed it to 6:30, woke up again and drifted in and out of dreams until 7:30.

i'm wearing the mustard yellow h&m hoodie that Tim and i bought two or three years ago but never wore. the reason i never wore it is that i can't stand that little flap of extra fabric on the inside of hoodies. the flap that's sewn down at the top and bottom but just hangs loose and folds out around your chest. i cut it out last night and i suddenly love this sweatshirt.
i may cut the flap out of my Altamont hoodie later this week.

i knew i wanted a solid breakfast this morning, but i was not in the mood for some witty einstein brother's banter. i figured there was no better morning (overcast with the potential to be rainy or beautiful) to head to Pickles 'n Chips and try them out.
they have a $5 minimum for charges, and my total was $4.60, but the manager let it slide. everytime i give someone my debit card, they comment about the long hair in my picture. that hair has been gone for two years but everyone reacts like i went home the night before, grabbed some scissors, and made the most drastic change of my life.

i opted for an egg and cheese on a spinach wrap and a cup of coffee. the second i poured the cup of french vanilla brew, the smell hit my nose and i knew it would be amazing. i haven't had really delicious straight coffee since brunch with Amy, so i was excited. then i burnt my tongue.
it was worth it.
the egg and cheese on spinach wrap was great. i'll be returning there. i didn't see much in the way of veggie sandwiches on their menu, so i may have to wait 'til after lent.


this past weekend was so good and so bad. the nights were great. i love seeing people i love. the days were stressful beyond belief. rehearsals for my 15 minute long play are so awkwardly scheduled and constantly changing. it makes my head spin. i'll be catching up on sleep for days after this weekend.

happy birthday Lori!

you're lurkin'.