Hakuna Matata

Nothing big. I hit a passing car while backing out of my driveway. The thing I loved was the immediateness with which my mother started attacking me for it. I mean damn, she barely flew back into town today and within the first ten minutes of us seeing each other, she’s chewing me out for anything she can think of. I’m gonna miss feeling like I was living alone. Not that I don’t love my family, I just love my sanity more.

And I swear I stick out like a sore thumb here. It seems like everyone else knows each other, and I’m the odd man out. I hate this feeling of isolation, but any time I try to connect with anyone else they look at me like I have the plague. I thought I’d fit in with theater people better than I’m seeming to. But oh well, what can you do right? Give me a stage and you’ll see what I can do.

altering my entire life again. No big deal right?

So, another funny story from the other day. I ran into a girl that I haven’t seen in a while whilst walking to class with Mumbles, and I made the typical small talk that is to be expected when such a scenario occurs, particularly about why I happened to be wearing a suit (it was for a class). When suddenly, I was actually at a loss for words. You know, that point in a conversation where you realize you and this person never really spoke much before, and so now that you’re speaking you don’t really have anything to “catch up on” or hell, even anything to really talk about. So I tried to transition to a smooth exit by hinting at the fact that I had somewhere to be, by asking “So what’re you doing right now?” But of course, in that way that something only occurs in the most hilarious of circumstances, the poor girl misheard what I had asked and responded with “Um, Friday? Idk?” Now this combined with the slightest hint of a smile at the question made me realize what she THOUGHT I was asking for, so I quickly corrected her and moved onto the awkward exit of both of us saying we had class and wishing each other a good day. I felt bad enough already, but once we were out of earshot, the fit of laughter that overtook Mumbles made everything 10 times worse. She’s a meanie. Pointless story that probably would have been funnier if you had been there? Yes it is. Still funny to me? Absolutely.

that there’s an open mic night at the bar we hang out at a lot. But I’m in class….

So i was in my theater class today, and for our in class final, we combined with another class and did an improv wedding. I got to be the minister :) i was talking to some of the people from the other class when one of the girls made the comment that i was a cute minister. Flattered, i sheepily thanked her and we all moved on as we moved from the outdoor “ceremony” to where the “reception” was being held. As i’m standing talking to some people from my class, that same girl from before walks by and smacks my butt! Now this seems way too long to just be a story about a girl smacking my butt, but goddamn! I just met her! Wth?! Is this normal behavior to anyone?!

Was kind of weird. I’m not sure exactly how to even describe it. I mean I didn’t do anything mesmerizing or mind blowing, yet I still feel like so much happened in just the span of a few hours. It’s like the universe slapped me.

for my math class about how people spend their time and one of the questions asks how many hours a week people spend texting. Multiple people answered 2520.

There are only 168 hours in a week.

has turned into one elongated conversation with that one anon. I apologize for that. To compensate, I will return to blogging other crap you guys don’t actually care about.