Pomegranate juice on my keyboard

I hate being the third wheel. As much as they protest any vestige of awkwardness, it remains, regardless. Sure, everyone's loved a tricycle at some point or another, but inevitably there comes a time where all you want is to get a real fucking bike.

I've made a list of my favorite words. They're so glorious. Wondrous. Beautiful. Intoxicating. Much like incense late at night.

I watched RENT again for the first time in a long time. As cliche as that movie is, and how shit just doesn't make sense sometimes, there are beautifully relatable moments that just resound with truth. It's like a half-glimpsed smile, or a wink from a smouldering stranger.

Rehearsal went well, aside from the absences of two fifths of my team. But Tres was right. No one will ever care more about this than I will. I'm glad we got Chinese food, though. We be real actors.

Because that's the only sign of a real actor. Chinese food.

"Love was in your eyes,"

My brother and my dad are so funny when they fight about my brother's hair.

They remind me of the hippie son and the military father.


I'm really looking forward to henna and tie-dye for the end of semester. Maybe even a haircut. Yeaaaaaah.