I think that loving South Park this much must be some kind of unhealthy. I mean, really. I bought the South Park movie soundtrack this weekend, and I've been listening to it. Obsessively. I also have been getting South Park DVDs on Netflix for the past... long time. I'm currently wrapping up season five, and I've just added 6-9 onto my queu.
I especially love "Le Ressistance Medley." I mean, c'mon, who couldn't love it?
Shut your fucking face, uncle fucka! You're a boner biting bastard, uncle fucka!
-Looks like we may be out of luck!
+Tomorrow night, we're pretty fucked!
I had Mountain Town stuck in my head all day long. ...I fucking love South Park.
Okay, okay, anyway. What's been going on with me? The usual, really. Mediocre. Extreme highs and lows. Ugh. I dunno. I don't even know how therapy's going... it's just kind of like, we just mostly talk about stuff. Like, I talked about acting today. About how awesome I feel after a show. Meh. I miss acting. A lot.
I just want to get away from this place for a little while. I need a big city high. I remember when I went to NYC for five nights for New Years last year... it was like, AMAZING. I think I lived off of this constant high of being in a big city, 'cause when I got back I was seriously depressed. I hated it. I came back home and everything was just the same as it had been.
That's why I can't wait to be in Chicago. Big city. All kinds of people, being alive. Not sitting around on their asses complaining about the weather, you know? Yeah. I need to move soon. Like, whoa.
M'kay, I'm done.
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