I dunno...

Ever get to that point where you have no clue? About anything? Nuffin'? Yeah, there I am.
( And now for some random ramblings about all sorts of randomness... )

I'm doing that thing again, where I think too much about some of everything. But it's late, I slept earlier like a ninny, and now I must pay the price. Tired, and not quite sleepy, and another long day ahead tomorrow.

Someone knock some sense into my head, will you?

A little Interview...

So pantsie got a questionnaire from pigri. And I quote She "was asked five questions interview-style and answered them on her journal. Then she invited friends to chime in for interviews in her comments. She asked each interviewee five questions and invited them to post the questions and results in their journals. Lather, rinse, repeat."

I figured that I'd give it a shot Here are the questions that she asked me, and my answers. If you want questions from me, just let me know!!!

1. If you had chosen a career in the performing arts, which would you prefer to be: a professional dancer, a professional singer, or a professional actor?

I'd love to be a professional actor, mainly to be someone who I'm not for a little bit, or to be who I am but hyper me. And the pay is good.

2. If you could design your own reality TV series, what would the premise of your show be?

Wow, a hard one! I'd follow around a group of four friends from graduation from college through their first four years out of school. I'd call it St. Elmo's Fire: The Series.

3. If you could bump into one celebrity on the street in Hollywood, who would you most want to meet? What would you want to say to that person?

Jon Favreau...so I can ask him "How did you write so much of my life!!!"

4. If you had the opportunity to live anywhere in the world for a year -- all expenses paid -- where would you choose to live?

Honestly? Point Roberts, Washington State, right outside of Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada...I hope to retire there...If I ever get to retire...

5. What would the title of your own unwritten autobiography?

Iffa, Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda: Looking Myself In The Eye

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Urg...I think that I'm coming down with something...serves me right for indiscriminately making out with random girls...Um...heh...and I'd do it again...