October 8, 2005

  • Hey 'dere, buuuuddies.

    Whooo!  Watched a kick-butt play at MTHS last night called "Runt", written and performed by Michael Edwards.  Very poignant play about the painful, deep relationship of a son and his father.

    It's almost a frightening thing for people to believe in you.  I mean, not the fun encouraging type, but when they trust you with the world in your hands.  When someone's life lies in your hands, and it's your decisions on whether they live or die.  At one point or another, everyone--everyone--is put on a pedestal by someone else.  Some people relish in it.  Some people have their palms sweating, afraid that they'll fall off.  It's a long way down to nothing at all, y'know.

    Grace is absolutely fantastic. The girl and the word. Nevermind, she's a bitch.

    I'm terribly bad at supplying info on this site about upcoming shows, but I'm good at a fast, almost useless note about shows that have already past. So okay, who watched Conan O'Brien on Thursday?!  ANYONE?!  I IM'ed everyone that was on in the middle of the night to watch it (see, I'm trying.).  U2 had the ENTIRE hour to themselves.  It was like a fine work of art.  You can catch clips and info on the show here.  (I liked when Conan interviewed the fans, so check that one out.)
    "The Edge will admit that he wears a knitted cap to take the attention off of Bono's crap sunglasses."  I loved that.
    THAT'S ALL, FOLKS!  © Warner Bros (I don't want to get sued, now.)

    Today's lesson: I have a mouse, Algernon, and a cat, Skechers.  And Algernon can kick Skecher's ass.  (The most poignant lesson EVER, I know!)

    a small town is like a small stage for teenagers and their drama; instead of showing shows, they'll be showing plays.. like 90210 without the Beverly Hills

    Bye for now.