I think Stephen Colbert likes wearing his ashes a whole lot. How very catholic of him. I didn't even get ashes. May God smite me where I lay... smiting? smiting? DAMN.
Motocrossed is on! This is so fun! I haven't seen this movie in ages, but it was one of the good ones.
My nails are so pretty I just painted them.
So honestly, I'm tired of learning about eating disorders in Theology. All it really makes me want to do is stop eating. Like it literally makes me want to develop an eating disorder myself. Everytime I look at food I think of all the stupid skinny people in that video and I just can't eat. It's sad really.
On the bright side, the play is going swimmingly. The DJing is clearly spectacular. And I keep having the uncontrolable need to speak in iambic pentameter. And rhyme. And call Katie a skank because honestly, we all know she's cheating on Gabe with Pat. (can you possibly think of an odder phrase?) And dance. And play the techno music too loud. And focus. Oh, wait. That last one is a dirty, dirty lie. Actully I focused today and only fucked up one thing, but you couldn't really tell.
This weekend we shall preform the wonderous work of Shakespeare (R&J). I haven't gotten much sleep all week- and I didn't even write the fucking DBQ last night, so I'm doing it tonight instead. Maybe. I'm so tired I can't even really function. But I must trudge onward.
Sleepy Stef. But onward to the DBQ