If it's cause my age than you're a coward

Good lord, who do I have to screw to get my voice back. My voice is still low and grumblely from this weekend. Good lord. I don't have anythign to talk about besides the fact I slept for like 10 hours last night (I slept for 12 hours thursday, friday, and saturday nights combined.) That felt damn good.

Something I did want to mention is another crazy coincidence. So last week I had to do this presentation with Corey, Adam, and Kyle. I decided we needed to do some videotaping of candid camera shit around campus, it was hilarious. But I want to get at are these little intros we filmed. I dressed up like this famous prof E.T. Hall and acted like a complete fool. It was a huge hit. I got a few remarks from people who said "why aren't you a theatre major" and "you should go into acting." I thought alright, thanks for the nice comments.

Well than this weekend rolls around, It was fun as hell, and a few of the older peoples around said I should go into acting or become a comedian. Talk about a boy hood dream (being a comedian). Than last night Mason, singer of the Lifestyle, said that he enjoyed my speech at the wedding and that I need to drop all of my current dreams and ambitions and become an actor. I just thought he was screwing with me but he immediately followed with how I've got the timing, the talent, and the look. I don't know about any of those comments but that is three instances in a week where people have said I should be an actor. AND! on top of that my parents just moved out to L.A.

Coincidence? I think so. Time for lunch. Don't get caught with your hand in the cookie jar. later boys and girls.

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