Broken Glass

I really need to make 3 Chearleaders. OR wait no, it was 3 guys who think they are girls in a 70's Porno. I'll cast Doug Widdick and Bowen Yang and myself. Comedy sparks will fly. So many sparks people will be like "what are all these sparks doing around here? Jason Statham must have needed to charge his heart!"

Jay Reatard-Night of Broken Glass

I've been really into Steve Martin lately. Ever since Spring Break when I bought comedy isn't pretty, I just can't handle how much of a genius he is. I just watched Bowfinger-it's incredible!!! And LA Story should be coming in the mail tomorrow via Netflix. That is if they don't screw me over! I was supposed to get it a week ago, but it never came. I had to report a shipping problem. I thought I was jumping the gun, but since it still hasn't arrived I was so money. So money. SO MONEY!!! MONEY!!!!

Tomorrow I have another interview for the internship I really want.

I need to end this year on a positive romantic note. But can something wonderful and meaningful happen in two weeks? Or am I crazy? Should I wait until next year? What if I like someone who lives in a city that's pretty close to New York, where I might be staying over the summer? She'd be reasonably close, right? It wouldn't be that weird, right?

I do like someone right now. She rules! It took me a whole semester to do something about, mostly out of fear. I really have grown a lot this year. I mean, to grow you have to hit rock bottom. You have to do those reprehensible things. Well, I guess you don't have to do them. I won't tell my kids, "make sure you drink heavily one night and make out with your good friends ex-girlfriend so you feel really bad about it and only do it once." But it happens. If there's one thing I've learned from Wenders films, people do terrible things. Everyone does. They just do. But the great people don't seak to redeem themselves, they seek to right the things they have wrong. They reunite the families they broke up; they return the drug money; the father the son who they never knew.

It's also really crazy to me that I did a fucking improv show at the Players Theatre. I mean, everyone who takes a UCB class gets a class show at UCB. And I am incredibly proud of my UCB 101 show! But the fact that I did something independently is almost even more empowering.

But yeah, I need to end on a good romantic note.