This Blog is Really Purple

It is on this day, in my History of Ancient Philosophy class, under the greatest professor I have ever known, that I write what will make me the most artsy I have ever been. My first blog post. Blog sounds like Blerg. Blerg is like Zunes! Or Meep! Or Mrrrrr! Blerg seems to be an onomatopoeia, unfortunately, that sounds like a bad thing. (Yes, I may have extended the definition of onomatopoeia a tad just so I could use the word onomatopoeia in this post.) So for this reason, I have avoided creating a blog. Also, probably because I just don’t have all that much time and, just like the Myspace I created solely to reach into the secret depths of my middle school crush’s life,  it will probably eventually fall by the wayside. So each post will be a new accomplishment.

This post is really for Lauren and Erin. Not Only because I am going to say things about them but more because they are probably the only ones who will read this. Hi y’all. I  miss you pumpkin butts like crazy! These girls have been the support system in my life for approximately 7 years now. I go home for the holidays solely to be able to see them. So, when it recently became apparent to me that I would have to stay in Evanston over Thanksgiving, I began to sulk a bit. It is an incredible opportunity. I have been cast in a great show, under a great director with a great ensemble and really I will grow as an actor through the process but nothing will make up for the late nights driving around (past specific checkpoints if I may) and sitting in Starbucks and walking through Highland Park Village with these ladies. 

I mean... if you had friends as beautiful as this: 

We were photo magicians that day

I bet she hates me for this...

Not that Erin will love this

 Let us begin with Lauren. She hates me right now. But while this photo may not show that she is the most stunning and confident diva I have ever met, it does show exactly what feeling she gives me. Mama Nugget! Yet the photo of Erin perfectly displays our relationship as well. This subtle ugly face is something that I believe she and I have mastered over the years. Our summers in Colorado and years of being awkward are great practice. 

Woah! Love rant. It is with this crazy, obsessive post that I leave you. (Myspace flashbacks). 

Blessed and cursed with no one sitting behind me as to not capture their stunned faces.

A Thom Out.