chitin

Where the hell are my roommates? This is getting creepy, it's nearly 1 am and I'm the only one here... and at least one of them has class tomorrow.

Anyway, today I performed a 20-minute scene that went okay. Tomorrow morning I do a monologue which I'm more or less entirely unrehearsed for. So it goes.

Hopefully this weekend'll be good, me and Safaribob are discussing the ramifications of buying a bunch of red wine and having a few friends over with the intention of getting smashed in the most elegant way possible. I don't mean to sound like a typical "Hey, it's the weekend, let's get drunk hurr hurr hurr!" college student, but as the pressure on us mounts so too does the necessity for such occasional excursions from reality.

I am officially a pussy when it comes to asking girls out. Then again, I also never know what to *do* on a date. The whole concept seems like this artificial social... thing. I'd rather just hang out, y'know? Granted, it's a question of semantics, but there's considerably less pressure involved in hanging out, I think.

I'm getting up in six and a half hours, I suppose I should shower and sleep...