you just showed up out of no where, latino man!

i love milk so much, that movie just makes me smile =] emile hirsch with a fro is just perfection =]

still my favorite movie, it squeezes by pineapple express, so those two movies are the movies i recommend you seeing =] my favorite is that no one reads this, but i still feel better writing it down =]

(500) days of summer opened limited release, that means new hampshire isn't showing it anywhere, which makes me sad, because i'll have to travel to danvers... not that that's a bad thing, some of my childhood summers were spent there, but it's pretty much a day trip, so i'd visit andrew too, but we work pretty much opposite shifts

it's my birthday wednesday, andrew is going to try to come up, but alas, we are poor kids, so hopefully as a 'birthday present' he can come up for stranger than fiction and fun times

improv clash night two was fun, michelle is the sweetest thing ever, i'm glad we're friends with some of the cast, they're really cool individuals... my favorite part was when michelle and bp acted out a scene where michelle talked to her deodorant... it made me think of my poem, about the author... i'm going to post it here now =]

I entered this world 

a regular girl 

not familiar with reality. 

I’m from a small town 

you can’t bring me down 

my feelings know nothing but happy. 

My mind lives in a land 

most don’t understand 

it’s quite a strange place, I would know. 

Not but two clouds in the sky 

if I jump I can fly 

and my landings are gentle and slow. 

I sit on a building block 

my possessions can talk 

you know they have feelings too! 

I love everything in life 

morning, noon and night 

because loving is what I love to do. 

My enemy count is zero 

I love playing the hero 

and in my world everyone wins. 

We are given second chances 

and beautiful romances  

when one stops, a new one begins. 

Music plays everywhere 

every person cares 

about problems and stories we hold. 

Singing is common 

and dancing not forgotten 

and everything’s treated as gold. 

Flowers bloom from sorrow  

always looking to tomorrow 

every shot is a hole-in-one. 

I feel like I’m sailing 

fresh air I’m inhaling 

no story ends before a new one’s begun. 

A child at heart 

writing is my art 

and with it I find peace and joy. 

I’ll never grow up 

not by chance or luck 

but because it’s little things I enjoy. 

Pencil in hand 

paper at my command 

I am in this world all the time. 

Perfect it is not 

like most, it has flaws 

but I am happy to call it mine.

i will be a little late to the final improv clash because walmart owns my soul =/ but no worries, i'll make it in time for the fun! =]

i'm off like a prom dress!