So yesterday I almost killed my best friend several times. Matter of fact, we both almost died several times. We also almost killed several people. It’s vicious, but it’s the best lifestyle I could possibly imagine.
2. I have written what I believe to be one of the best and most compelling short psychological thrillers the world has ever known. The problem? Apparently everyone in college has time to sit mindlessly on the internet for hours, but they don’t have a Goddamn second to spend filming anything.. even the fucking theatre students. So here I sit, forced to attempt to shoot only the snippets of my film that include no people what-so-ever, while trying not to shoot myself.
This is my final fucking project for a class in which there is one grade, consisting of my final project.
1: after my idiot advisor scheduling classes for me that worked out perfectly for FALL OF 2011, I realized they all conflicted with times, so i changed them all and set up my new schedule and couldn’t find enough classes to be a full time student because apparently you have to be a fucking senior in order to get into a basic statistics class, so i went back to him and he tells me that because i was one of the first students to get a scheduling appt, I’m the last to know that i should have gone to a different advisor to be forced into statistics, and so he goes, “Goodluck, I hope there’s still room!” -i almost beat him to death with his telephone.