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(no subject) [Feb. 5th, 2008|07:40 am]
i was doing so well at only posting once every 3 months
yet here i am 3 days later

im up early for once. literally for once
i have class at 9- a quick playtime rehearsal with amy at 840 so we can play and get into character together

we're doing a scene from "parallel lives" where we play 5 and 6 year olds. fantastic

i think i found my monologue! i pray kate likes it.
its from a play close to my heart. why didnt i think of it before?

im fucking things up for this summer. im ignoring everything and my excuse is school. when really, i just need to fucking do everything now.

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(no subject) [Feb. 3rd, 2008|05:37 pm]

jkw is changing the way i view the world
doesn't change the fact that its 5 something on a sunday and yet to do anything productive

super bowl? what super bowl?

i have habits i need to break. real badly

im writing a new play. Kosh. emily wants me to put an explination point at the end so its not just Kosh its Kosh! haha. i bet no one else will get that, but its alright.
anyway. it wasn't supposed to be about this, but it is. its only called kosh because of my previous attempt (and my characters in the play attempt) to bring the word into everyones everday vocabulary. except when talking about food.

anyway. it made me realize. whilst writing. my one biggest fear and my one biggest want in life completly collide. one cant exist with the other. so maybe ill do something about it

if i ever get a chance to finish my homework first...

im 21 in 21 days. ps.
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an eye for an eye till no one can see [Nov. 4th, 2007|12:21 am]
FINALLY done writing

six months later

and 4 1/2 hours spent tonight finishing the final 10 pages

and i'm done

i wasn't working towards the end product. because if i was, i would have finished 6 months ago

but it feels so good to have the words written. the words that had been in my head for half a year. the words that have been rewriting themselves over and over again until it was perfected enough to type out.

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(no subject) [May. 8th, 2007|04:37 am]
alright its 4 something AM and i can't sleep

i've been thinking about secrets, lately
more since lo's show
and the spill of real actors/peoples secrets at the end. the ones that change each night
whether funny or serious, meaningless or life shattering
what three secrets i would have told on those three nights

and by secrets
i mean stories. or things. no one else has every heard. not even my closest of friends

i have one. i always have one. that i know i've never told. i'd say on the scale closer to life shattering but not quite

the other two are so up in the air.

i have embarassing stories that people know. tidbits of my life that not many people know. but no major secrets.

i wish i remembered more. just in general. if i could remember every single day moment to moment and how things change, i'm sure i'd have more secrets to spill.

i mean, there are secrets, but steph knows most of them. or some others. or variations of it. so they're not complete secrets.
i only have one secret. and i don't know why that's bothering me right now

anyway. it's my last day in seattle....well, once the sun comes up. which i'll be up for for the first time all year. never had to pull an all nighter for work. just staying up all night for no reason right now. maybe i'll go on the roof
i spend every night on the roof anyway
maybe i'll just wait for the sun tonight

honestly. my nights on the roof with my laptop, journal, and everything else. make me seem so dramatic and emo it's ridiculous

and it's no surprise to anyone that i love rooftops, now is it?

but one more day in seattle. then chicago. and montreal. and new york. and israel
oh, summer.
it's all changing, isn't it?

hmmm 5:48 the sun rises. it's only 4:45. maybe i'll write. i have another play stirring in my mind. i finally got my teenage angst out of me with "just be" and "live the dash"
so no more
i don't think i'll be done writing until i write my definitive piece, the one that changes the american theatre, or maybe america. hopefully. but every play i write i get closer.

i'm out. leave me cute messages or something
as i won't write in here until i'm back from israel

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(no subject) [Apr. 2nd, 2007|11:45 pm]
"icon is the last chance for hope
when there's no such thing as heroes"
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(no subject) [Feb. 1st, 2007|10:45 pm]
is it really just a state of mind???

growing up. ahhhh.
a common theme in my entires
as sparce as they are

life right now. static.

what's this need of mine? the one that makes me want to keep running away. it's true. i do.

see. these common themes in my life need to change. my plays are demanding it. the future of my ability to write good demands it.

so clearly. something needs to change.

i'm having a weird life, excuse me
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(no subject) [Aug. 9th, 2006|07:46 pm]
so um.

i leave soon. yeah.

who will be visiting me in seattle next year...hmm...?


Live the Dash.

so taking over my mind and not being written. since i last updated....i wrote a lot...but still not done with act one

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(no subject) [Jun. 23rd, 2006|11:30 am]
wow. how things have changed...
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if anyone steals this....heads will roll... [May. 9th, 2006|01:10 pm]

i'm 60 pages in...well...41 of it is the first act. so far. i randomly wrote 20 pages of act 2 cause i'm a loser. but i have 41 of act one and i'm not even half way finished with that act.

my play is called..."Live the Dash"

it actually gives me something more to write up to...
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(no subject) [Mar. 9th, 2006|12:08 am]
next year is no longer a complete fucking mystery!

for information please contact, um me.

but still waiting.

...and waiting.

home in 8 days!
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