Cleveland Indians at Chicago White Sox
8:05 ET, ESPN2

Opening day always makes me feel like there might be a god afterall.

"I don't understand why we have to learn to read."











Today at work I had my cell phone in my pocket for a while. When I removed it during lunch I noticed that I had accidentally pressed buttons and saved the number "666" to my contacts list. No name or anything, just "666." I'm not sure what to make of it.

I'm considering not working this summer. My tenure with SHS and BCSD ends in the beginning of June, and I begin graduate school in early August. That only leaves me two months. I could go find some crappy job to keep myself occupied, but that idea doesn't fill me with joy, really. Due to incredibly low overhead, my bank account looks sexy, so I could afford to do it. I'm just not sure it's copacetic for a 24-year-old to sit around doing nothing for two months. Well, I could use the time to finish that play I'm always talking about. Another option is going to work for my grandma's daycare as a sort of tutor. The pay is abysmal, but it would only be four hours a day, and it would give me something to do so I wouldn't feel so lazy. Plus, what's better than teaching little kids how to read or do simple math? I must admit, though, that the idea of having no responsibilities for a while is very tempting indeed.

Is it just me, or have the boards gotten, well, sucky lately? What the hell happened in the last month? It's like every annoying attention-whore in internet-land decided to get together and join SG at the same time.

dmac hit me with a journal tag, so here goes:

7 things you want to do before you die
Learn to play guitar/piano
Live in France/speak the language fluently
Win the Pulitzer prize for Drama/Also, write a textbook on Theatre History
Have a wrap-around front porch (this is very important to me, though I'm not sure why)
Own my own theatre
See a game at Comiskey Park (I refuse to acknowledge the existence of its new corporate name)
Travel the world (Prosaic, I know)


7 things you cannot do
Well, play guitar and piano, obviously (Or any musical instrument, for that matter)

Dunk a basketball (I know it's lame, but it's something I wish I could do. Hell, I can't even palm a basketball. I have tiny, little hands)

See well to drive at night (Seriously, it's like a guessing game. Haven't killed anyone yet. But there's always tomorrow)

Ever remember people's names (If I don't talk to someone persistently or see them often, their name will leave me. I have to have uncomfortable conversations with people from high school all the time)

Drive a car with a manual transmission

Find cartoon characters erotic. They're fucking cartoons.

Live, if living is without you (Really, people, there's not much I can't do. I'm perfect in every way )

7 things that attract you to where you live
Well, I was born here
It can be damn pretty in some places (I miss the Grace and Pearman bridges, though)
Fairly affordable real-estate
Its historical feel
It has all the amenities of a big city, but isn't huge
Very friendly people
The weather

7 things you say most often
"Fuck it. Whatever."
"It's like a monkey fucking a football."
"It is what it is."
"What are you gonna do, eh?"
"Do I look like I…"
"Please be quiet."
"Sit down. No, sit down. In the desk, not on it. Yes, sit. Siiiiiiiiiit Dooooowwwwn."

7 books you love
Catcher In The Rye by J.D. Salinger--I no longer identify with Holden, but this should still be required reading for anyone between 14-17.
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
True and False: Heresy and Common Sense For The Actor by David Mamet
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky (shut up)
The Chosen by Chaim Potok
Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris
The Empty Space by Peter Brook

7 movies you love
I have a thing for light, fluffy films.

You've Got Mail
When Harry Met Sally
Breakfast at Tiffany's
Pulp Fiction
The Shawshank Redemption
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Major League

7 people you love
In no particular order:
My family
DoQuoi
Gretchen
Laura
Jessie
David
Sarah

7 vices
Procrastination
Gluttony
Masochism
Pessimism
Biting my fingernails
Swearing
Being a crush-slut


So, there's that.

Three little kids just came to my door and talked me into buying $32 worth of junk for a school fundraiser. I'm such a sucker. But what was I going to do, say no?

Dear god,

I want to sound like Tunde Adebimpe. So get on that change, please. kthnx.

mamet

Don't call it a comeback...

I got my computer back today. It took a while, but considering I didn't pay anything for it I can't complain.

I used to spend hours and hours on this site, but now that I haven't been able to use be on much I feel sort of liberated. I've never been good with moderation. I'm going to try to keep my time to a reasonable amount, even if it's probably a ridiculous proposition.

I have lots of other things to say, but I'll do it later.

Well, shit. My computer died this morning. I'm writing this from my mom's house. Hopefully it's only the power supply; the thing won't turn on. If it's the motherboard I'm not going to be happy. I was hoping to be able to use it until after I was finished with grad school. Anyway, I may not be around much this week until it gets fixed. But that shouldn't take too long.