so, today we took some nifty headshots and made some nifty goals and made some nifty posters that didn't suck.
i deserve a 100 because i took a better headshot than i planned and set feasibly achievable goals for the school year. i think.
and i was productive in my boredom for the first time in i don't know how long (finished buried child).
you know i love you, boy. hawt lyk mexaco, rejoice.
buried child was better than i thought it would be. fucked up. i don't really understand it.
so blahblahbalh they're fucked up and cut off from the world and that's made them all delirious and crazy, right? shelly and vinnie are like the strike of reasoning-filled lightning that gets turned into horrible life-senility at the end of the play?
just like that native american chick in august: osage county. character ripoff much, tracy letts? jeez.
reaaaaaaaaaaalllyyyy good play, i just need to give it a second read before i can start being all articulate about it, yknow? yeah. k.
or is this not making any sense whatsoever? don't mind me, i'm just your resident overweight robot.
kbye
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