Getting Up And Doing Something

The past week and a half has been pretty heavy. My mom decided to buy me an apartment. That's right. BUY. We looked at a couple that I really like, but nothing is definate yet. My first reaction to all of this was, of course to reject it, and convince myself that I wasn't worthy of having my mom offer to buy me a place to live. However, after talking to some of my friends, I realized how greatful I should be and that I should stop whining and take the chance while I can. So, I'm still looking and hoping I can find somewhere close to the theatre (fingers crossed).

I've also made the decission of going back to school. I sent in an application to the New York Film Acadamy for their one year Acting for Film program. It's better than sitting around the apartment with nothing to do, and it's way better than sitting in my dad's office with nothing to do. At least now I can have some responsibilty, and not feel like I'm wasting my life.

Annoying Stuff and Funny Video

So, I missed my 501 class because of the trains today. I'm a freak about being on time for things, so this was enough to put me in a sour mood. That AND I got a call from my dad yesterday. A call from my dad never ends on an exciting note. It usually ends with me thinking "well... that happened." Oh, and did I mention that I'm back working at his office on Friday?

Anyway, Siskel and Ebert fucking hate each other. Enjoy!

My Old Man

I went to Nights of our Lives at UCB tonight. The theme this month was stories about our dads. This made me think of some stories about my dad. Here's one:

Dad is in the hospital after having hernia surgery. I walk into his room.

Me: Hey, Dad.

Dad: Hey, kiddo.

(Silence for ten minutes)

Dad: Hey, you wanna see something cool?

Me: (Hesitantly) Sure.

Dad: They put this epidural in my spine, so if I'm in pain, I can have all the morphine I want. All I have to do is press this button, but I cant do it too often. I just had some before you walked in. Let me see if I can get some more.

(He grabs the button by his bed and presses it. Nothing happens.)

Dad: Oh, well. Relief denied.

(Blackout)