Four fried chickens and a Coke.

DAYS UNTIL AUDITION: 23

AUDITION PROGRESS: Fuck.

Fact: Anthony Michael Hall was the youngest cast member in SNL history, at 17 years old.

Another fact: People are reading this thing? Well shit, no pressure I guess. Geez, at least leave a comment or something. I'll try and add in some... content... and entertainment... and regular updates... or something.

Beep beep, Richie.

So I officially applied to Humber's Comedy Writing and Performance program. The only comedy program in the English-speaking world. My chances are pretty slim, but I what-the-hell'd it anyway. Why not? Uplifting words about how people who don't take risks are not as good as people who do take risks or something.

Audition for Humber: 

April 22nd.

Need:

2 minutes of stand-up and one 2-page long performable sketch.

Fuckshitballsbutt.

And to keep up with my new tradition:

St. Patrick's Day is now St. O'Bama's Leprechaun Appreciation Day/All-You-Can-Guinness Festival.

Also, I'd like to introduce you to my new little friend. Her name is Dorothy. I love Dorothy.

More pictures here.

Sometimes, I guess there just aren't enough rocks.

So, I'm not sure I'm going to make it through this year at school. I don't like my program or my classes or my school and I know that this isn't what I want to be pursuing. I can't totally blame it on that, though, because I know I haven't been putting in the effort I should. But when I'm at class, in a lecture that has apparently nothing to do with English or writing, I keep thinking about what all of my heroes did. They took a huge risk and left everything to pursue comedy. Many of them dropped out of school or took their degrees and went to Second City. I don't know if I have the talent or motivation enough to succeed, but it's really all I can think about. I'm reading Ibsen and Chekhov and Huxley, and I just keep thinking of how best to parody them, or of a sketch idea I've been toying with.

I'm going to really try to pull my grades up this term, but if I don't... I'm basically screwed. I feel like the next three and a half years is just going to be killing time (and appeasing parents/social norms) until I can do what I actually want to do. If I can even make it that far. 

Luckily, I always have plans B, C and sometimes D for every eventuality. Plan A is make it through the year (aka PASS). Other options:

1. Okay, didn't make it. Fuck. Take a year off, work, write, re-apply to different schools for something closer to the career I want. Live in Toronto with Thompson.

2. Year off. Write, work, try again for school. Live in London for super cheap with Joe.

3. Live at home, save and work.

4. Toronto with Thompson. Take classes at Second City, work and write. 

Options 2 and 4 are most appealing at this point. I'm still hoping I can pull it together at this point, but I'm realistic. Even if I do make it through the year, I still might go for one of the other options because it beats shelling out another $10,000+ on school that I'm not enjoying or putting to good use. 

THIS JUST IN.

Okay, I might want to leave my school for this program alone.

I really, really want to do this. The program still has space open. Sorry, Mom and Dad. 

God. I hate that whale.

Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot you were still here.

Well, let's see. Another episode of Rod and Mitch is up, probably the best yet. You should watch it. Oh look! It's right here. 

I already have episodes four and five story arced, so I should probably write them at some point.

I really, really want to write something else other than Rod and Mitch, but I can't really see myself getting more actors and comedic-type folks to work with, so if I do write it, the world (you) may never see it. But, practice makes something, you know?

IN OTHER NEWS.

The dude is coming up for (his) whole march break. Party. Bonus.

School sucks. A bunch. A big whole bunch a lot.

Saw Watchmen. Approve.

Go to Sneaky Dee's on the 19th for the Rival Boys EP release party.

G'Night.