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thehefnerMan, I'm angry. This semester has been like one big slide downhill. I never used to get angry, mind you. I just got hurt. But more and more this semester, all the shit's been piling up and I'm just getting angrier and angrier. And of course it's the little things that do it, the ones that get harder and harder to shrug off.
I've got a fuck of a lot going on in my life right now, and I just want what anyone else wants. I want things to go smoothly. I want plans to work out. I want to get those little bits of happiness (y'know, the true happiness that Denis Leary talked about) that make up for the little bits of misery, that make it allll worthwhile. I just want... what I want. Y'know what I mean? Well, some of you do more than others.
I just have no place to put this anger, that's the problem. Not in acting, at least; Tartuffe is a fun role, but he's hardly venting. If the free DDR machine were still here, you bet your ass I would be there every night. But as Dave once said about me, "There is a wellspring of anger there," and I want to be able to channel this in a healthy way before something bad develops in my body or before I totally snap when someone throws one acid vial too many in my face. I always knew I was Harvey Dent, after all. I just don't want to become Two-Face.
At least for now, I have the perfect plan to make me feel better: a big plate of nachos, lunch with a beautiful woman, and improv. Hopefully by this afternoon I shall be smiling. Even if something inside me is flipping a coin.
I've got a fuck of a lot going on in my life right now, and I just want what anyone else wants. I want things to go smoothly. I want plans to work out. I want to get those little bits of happiness (y'know, the true happiness that Denis Leary talked about) that make up for the little bits of misery, that make it allll worthwhile. I just want... what I want. Y'know what I mean? Well, some of you do more than others.
I just have no place to put this anger, that's the problem. Not in acting, at least; Tartuffe is a fun role, but he's hardly venting. If the free DDR machine were still here, you bet your ass I would be there every night. But as Dave once said about me, "There is a wellspring of anger there," and I want to be able to channel this in a healthy way before something bad develops in my body or before I totally snap when someone throws one acid vial too many in my face. I always knew I was Harvey Dent, after all. I just don't want to become Two-Face.
At least for now, I have the perfect plan to make me feel better: a big plate of nachos, lunch with a beautiful woman, and improv. Hopefully by this afternoon I shall be smiling. Even if something inside me is flipping a coin.
