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Phoney67
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Name: Brett Birthday: 9/10/1987 Gender: Male
Interests: britney spears, broadway, music videos, musical theatre, new clothes, not settling, pop culture, pop music, procrastination, rent, rufus wainwright, singing, sleeping late, strangers with candy, the oc, the spice girls, theatre, writing Expertise: knowing what's real. being taken advantage of. Occupation: Artist Industry: Entertainment
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Member Since:
4/18/2004
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|  | Currently Watching A Prairie Home Companion By Woody Harrelson, Tommy Lee Jones, Garrison Keillor, Kevin Kline, Lindsay Lohan, Virginia Madsen, John C. Reilly, Maya Rudolph, Meryl Streep, Lily Tomlin, Marylouise Burke, L.Q. Jones, Sue Scott, Tim Russell, Tom Keith, Jearlyn Steele, Robin Williams (VI), Linda Williams (XI), Prudence Johnson, Richard A. Dworsky see related |
woah - xanga's changed in the past couple months.. i ate a whole half of a bag of carrots tonight - im going to be orange in the morning this is all | | |
| so - APs
i got a four on lit!
and a one on calc.... oh boy
haha!
summer is good - i can't wait to get home! | | |
| i've been here a while.
i have a crush - and it's weird. very weird.
but i like it.
i bought new tap shoes today and they were killer expensive - but they are awesome and i love them.
i miss chicago people and life there - but its also awesome here.
i also am in love with my jazz teacher. denny. swoon.
everybody should get facebook. it kicks ass - and you will probably be able to better chronicle my fast times at CAP21 through pictures of me out galavanting the streets of new york. that's right, i said it.
why am i here?
life is good. food is not. money is not. but life, ah - there's the answer.
i'm tired and i have the hots for somebody.
i said that already - and it's embarassing. but i do. | | |
| i leave tomorrow.
what the hell? | | |
| there's not going to be this huge cinematic moment, is there? there won't be surprised visits, long phone calls, unsent letters, hidden poems. nothing.
but fuck me for thinking i deserve that, right?
i'm going to carry around pictures and gifts and always remember - but what will you use to remember? or do you even want to remember me?
maybe i'm just crazy.
sometimes you love someone - but not enough. or at least that's what i'm told. i wouldn't know. | | |
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