i'm trying to write my final paper but i can't help but procrastinate.
i've come to the conclusion that i fucking hate writing papers. does that still make me a writer????
i'm very confused at the moment.
on a side note, yesterday i went to this small theatre in the east village that was playing all the films of the graduating seniors from the nyu film school. i went because my friend, who is a budding actor, was in one of the short films.
i think it's weird that i don't find it weird to see my friend acting and watching him on the big screen of a theatre. well about the short film he was in, suffice it to say his acting was good, but the film was soooo bad. seriously it was trying so hard to be artsy and for every fucking scene, it would completely fade to black. WHAT THE FUCK. every damn scene was like that! i couldn't help but roll my damn eyes each time that happened.
and for some of the other films, they weren't that funny but man, people in the theatre were going insane. i was upset because i thought that a joint had been passed around the audience and it somehow skipped me, and maybe that's why i didn't find the movies funny like the other people?
ok, well shit shit shit. it's 2:30. fuckerrrrrr.
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