i am trying to break your heart

I have seen some pretty gruesome things in my day but this, this takes the cake. It takes it and it eats it and it laughs at all of us while it does it. ( The Legend of Simon Conjurer )

Oh Jon Voight...what has happened to you? It seems only yesterday you were wooing us with your rustick charms (Deliverence) and tickeling everyone's homoerotic fancies (Midnight Cowboy). Sure there were the obvious follies (Anaconda, The Karate Dog, The Manchurian Candidate) but we were all willing to forgive and forget shameful TV movies like Pope John Paul 2, put it behind us like Benifer and Weapons of Mass Destruction(..... u_u).

But this...this is unforgivable. This is a defying moment when you, Mr. John Voight, go from being just a semi-washed up, but still working because you love your craft and not because you prolly have a hidden perscription pill addiction (which might explain some of your movie choices) to the bastard shell of Joe Buck.

You are dead to me. DEAD. :p

I haven't slept in two days

Bow to my slideshow bitches!

sinking sinking sinking stop

Fuck shoes and fuck sleep. I am Leslie Zahn, master of procrastination and master of getting by with little to no sleep.

In High School it was 5 hours a night on average, usually less. Recently though if I dont get at least eight hours I am one unhappy camper. I subconciously refuse to function with out my alloted 8 hours or more. Well it's time to give my inner sleepy head a good old fashion beating, show it who is boss of my internal clock!

...am starting to regret it now at 7:30am after pulling an all nighter since the words are blending together on the screen and I am getting fits of vertigo which may or may not be do to the No-Doze I took to get this application done.

Speaking of said application for this internship thing that I have sacraficed most my week too that I know I am not going to get and here is why; I CAN'T SELL MYSELF! My video is 6 minutes of utter crap without an ounce of my personality. It's surreal watching this creature that looks like me (doesn't sound like me though, never do on tape), wears my clothing, holds up my old copies of The Rebel Times but seems to be a complete and utter d-bag. Does that mean that I actually am a d-bag? Or does the pressure just make me appear to be.

Either way I am suffering from this periodically falling feeling..the computer screen appears really far away from my eye balls and I am pretty sure my glasses are on upside down...whatever better finish this application, I am mailing it today over night EXPRESS (bitches) today at 11am.