The beautiful Marissa of No Wear No How came out to party with me last night for Did You Die's album release show at the SBC and we took some photos at a convenience store on Hastings. I bought a bag of Ruffles and a Chupa Chups lollipop and it came up to a total of 75 cents, which I thought was a sweet deal. Marissa and I formed the No Bangs Club last night, holla at us if you wanna join. No Bangs Allowed.
I need to fix my sleep schedule 'cause I was on two overnight background shoots so I stayed up 'til 6 AM throughout Thursday to Saturday. It's so messed up. I just wanna be a normal human being, please. With normal feelings at a tolerable level with regularly-spaced fluctuation, and a functional biological clock. Even as I type this, I feel no desire to sleep at all, no drowsiness, nothing -- and I know I have to wake up at 10 AM for an audition today (which I barely rehearsed, boo, Sunny, boooooo, two thumbs DOWN). In fact, after I finish typing, it's time for a well-deserved smoke break.
Also, I am currently lamenting the fact that I wasted four years and a shit ton of government money on a bachelor's degree in psychology, lmao, when I could have went into film and theatre or something. Or even just worked for four years and did stuff with my life, like finally finish writing a fricking novel. I don't even know how to write a novel anymore. When I was 16, I thought I was, like, this awesome author and I used to be so inspired and so passionate and so depressed. Now when I'm depressed, I just smoke a lot of cigarettes and numb out to Netflix and dress in cute clothes once in a while to go out to do nothing, except be seen by other people as a way to validate my own existence and my worth in this materialistic society.
Anyway I'm glad I took this time to rant about my life because I haven't been doing that on my blog lately and guess what, this is still my blog so deal with it.
Is there anybody out there?