saving private ryan

that last post was prettttty dumb. but only because i ran out of things to say and thought it would be best to spew out blabber than keep things quiet on the western front.

we've been busy, needless to say, having various little projects to occupy our existences. if this were livejournal, we'd be complaining in true emo fashion about how Todd, the hottie next door never asked us to prom, how mom bought us a frockish shirt that looks ridiculous and should never be worn by anyone ever, or how no one cares about anyone else but themselves because we are egoists and please sympathize with me so we can bond over our livejournal entries and feel the internet connecting us in ways that make us seem closer to one another but which only lack that human interaction we strived for in the first place. it's almost hypocritical to write these blaggings in the first place. to blog. to have blogged. to blag.

a. writing
b. auditioning
c. performing
d. working
e. reading
f. painting
g. eating
h. sleeping
i. meeting
j. moving

this is all you are going to get until we get our ducks in a row.