
So, a new year is afoot.
Whoop-dee-doo. Am I the only one who really does not understand New Year's?
It's just another day on the calendar. A reason to get plastered. An excuse to change.
Why do people need an excuse?
If you want to change something about your life, just fucking do it! God!
That being said, here are my new year's resolutions '08 Style!
-Take some vitamins on a semi-regular basis.
-Eat less fast food.
-When I do eat fast food, eat less red meat.
-Learn to play the guitar "ok." (Next year we will upgrade to "alright")
-Do well in school.
-Concentrate on life and not let it slip by me.
-Move into an apartment.
-Go to the gym on a semi-regular basis. (I'm going tomorrow to sign back up because I have the day off)
-Save enough for my new computer.
-Cut spending on misc. items.
-Start saving for a DSLR.
-Start my internship with Banter Records.
-Apply for internship at Austin Studios.
-Start a "Bucket-List." (Things to do before I kick said bucket)
That's all I can think of now.
The show went really really well. For awhile, I had felt kind of meh about a bunch of the sketch's, but I don't know if it was just the fact that they are well written or that in conjunction with the fact that both audiences were fucking plastered before the show even started. It was a whole lot of fun, even amidst slight heckling which was a totally new experience for me. Why heckle? This is what, I assume, goes through the mind of a heckler:
"Am I talented? Am I funny? Am I a nice person? Am I successful in what I do in life? No, no, no and no. Well, then I will simply pay my way into the vicinity of a stage, get drunk and pretend like everyone paid to come see me be a little bitch."
I just don't get it. Fuck you. Go home. Heckle Drew Carrey or something.
There were party hats and champagne toasts at midnight and then we did a drawing for door-prizes and if people won they had to go on stage and tell a joke. It was really fun. I was manning the front of the house before the show, and I was being a really great host if I do say so myself and it made me realize how less awkward I am now since only a year ago, maybe even less. I have really come into my own skin, and it keeps surprising me.
I was at the theater until 2:30 helping clean. Turned out that the group comprising about 75% of the hecklers brought
bottles of wine to their row, drank it and then one person decided to vomit
on their chair and onto the
carpet. It was absolutely disgusting. I tried cleaning it, but smelling vomit makes me gag like a son of a bitch.
....
Gag...
REFLEX! BWAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!