The Causes of Worrisomness

Which is a word.

First, there was this; I had this blog under www.putonyourmadhat.blogger.com, since that is the name of the blog, but it was associated with a Google Account which didn't have my real name, and I decided I wanted to do it with my real name, so I made this new one with my real name but now I can't get back the old domain name even though I want it, so just to sum up:

This was supposed to be a sad face but it got angry while I was drawing it.

Of course, it's all my own fault for being a finicky little something-or-other who has to have everything just so and deletes anything that doesn't suit him.  WELL, NOW YOU HAVE TO JUST LIVE WITH IT, DON'T YOU?  Stop yelling at me!  NO, YOU DESERVE IT!

So there's that.  Also, I haven't updated in a while because this week was not the best ever.

(Random thought: I'm writing this in Starbucks and there's a girl sitting across from me and I can't stop farting.  But I'm wearing headphones so I can't tell if they're audible or not.  They feel audible.  Here comes another one.  NO WAY WAS THAT NOT AUDIBLE.  She's still reading her magazine but her face has a drawn, pained aspect.  I'm giggling now, for no reason as far as anyone else in here is concerned.  I look like a schizophrenic who stole a nice mac from someone and crept into Starbucks to do filthy internet things.)

But I digress.  I auditioned for some plays.  Here's how that went.

....followed by no callbacks, although I think the second of the two went better.  At least, it did in as much as no one interrupted me.  But still, no callbacks.  I was stung by the injustice of other people being better at acting than me, and so wandered the mean streets of the completely not-at-all-ghetto town of the college I attend, muttering vile epithets to myself and wearing my coat so it billowed despairingly as I walked.  I was truly in a foul mood.  I walked by a homeless guy holding out his hand for money and just wanted to kick him right in his stupid face.  But I did not.  Instead, I went to a bar with my friends and ate nachos.  That turned out to be better than the alternative.

To sum up:

IS BETTER THAN

And you can take that to the bank.