I should not be speaking so soon, but I'm very relieved that people aren't dropping like flies this year. If you've been following this shit-sack blog written by this anus-face booger, you'll know that people I know (and celebrities) start dying around my birthday. It's been unavoidable since the summer of 2003 when my dog (who was my same age and had grown up with me) Spicer(oni) was found dead on my birthday, just before my friends and I went out to see a movie. Since then, the time of my birth has been plagued by death. Even Michael Mothafuckin' Jackson... Anyway, nothings happened thus far in 2010, but I still have 2 days. I think this explains the unexplainable feelings of moodiness and edge I've exhibited recently.
In other news, I only have 2 more weeks in Brawley! I will be back in SB very soon, living it up in my apartment and rehearsing for Romeo and Juliet. I started out excited, but now I'm getting nervous... I need to STUDY THE FUCKIN' PLAY!!!
I'm excited for my Vampire Literature class! I don't really give a shit about vampires, but it sounds like lots of fun.
I love Brawley, but I HATE HATE HATE that we are this far southeast. I wanted to visit so many friends this summer, and it never happened.
I also HATE HATE HATE the current farming economy. I've pretty much vowed to not talk politics on here because I'm too independent for anyone to appreciate, but I will say that Obama's administration has done nothing to help farming. And when the fuck did people start assuming that farmers are rich? I will tell you now that these assumptions are LOADS OF SHIT! Just fyi. My point is I had no money to visit any of my friends in NY, the place I eventually want to live and work, the place I've just assumed for my entire life that I'd love, my FUTURE. Never been. Nope.
Oh my god, do you see how moody this post is? I am so gross!
Lets try to think of something happy...
I might see In the Heights in LA soon! That would be fantastic! But, like every other plan this summer, it might die. Hmmm, maybe death hasn't gone away, but remains in the form of dying dreams.
Here's a happy thing... I've been following Everyday Rapture since it was called You May Now Worship Me, and though I've listened to it since last year as a bootleg, I can't get enough of this song.
