Drunken Lullabies

what's up everyone?

my name is parker. i am 19 and a theatre major at radford university (go highlanders.) this should basically clarify somethings i say, but others will be explained if needed.

i am happy to know that my blogging debut falls on such a marvelous occasion. today is the celebration of st. patrick and the usual activities involve getting drunk and interacting with friends as loudly as possible. my day has seemed to consist of nothing but classes and working in the theater scene shop. here's how it all went down. i woke up to a recording on my phone that my wasted friend had sent me the night before. it said "good morning baby angel. time to wake up." i literally thought there was a rapist or some creeper leaning over my bed and telling me to wake up. if you can imagine, the creepiest, stalker-like whisper telling you that you are a "baby angel,"you wouldn't want to stay in bed either. i must have jumped so high .5 seconds after hearing that first syllable. after my horrific morning wake up, i got ready and then went to class. we discussed comic technique and other things that make us laugh. during discussion, i realized that almost everything makes me laugh. after that, i had 2 hours before working in shop for 4 hours. all i wanted was to celebrate the holiday! but unfortunately, i was stuck with the most annoying people on my assignment. this guy i was working with (i forgot his name) was completely questioning everything i said (making me second guess myself.) this also made me look like an idiot in front of our assistant technical director, david m. later, when i asked for his approval on my project, he sympathized with me on working with the guy. i love when things like that work out. the other person i was working with, some girl (her name slips my mind, as well), decided that she wasn't going to say anything, or do anything the entire time. i think she said something in agreement once, but i knew she didn't know what she was talking about. i decided not to go to my last class and stayed home hoping that everyone would be willing to drink with me. unfortunately, everyone had rehearsal for our spring show, medea. i was at my apartment. alone and sober.

now, im sitting on my couch, like most weekday evenings, waiting for something to happen.

hopefully sooner than later.