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If you love musicals, 80s nostalgia, or just don't have any plans for Saturday night, you should come to Chapman University's opening night of Heathers this weekend to see Alice Liddell and I perform! Everyone has been working really hard on this, and I really can't wait for it to finally pay off. Everyone is absolutely amazing in their role. (I might have started crying in dress rehearsal for Seventeen Reprise)

On a completely unrelated note, if you wanted to smuggle an outfit home that technically WAS made to fit you, but is university property, how would you go about that?

I just received via mail an invitation to my ex-fiance, Edith's, wedding to Mr. Bertram Woolvey, to be held early next year. I admit that it came as something of an unpleasant surprise, but it has been over a year since we ended our engagement, and I am pleased that she will finally be able to continue on with her life without constantly being held by my duty. Mr. Woolvey has always been a bit of a prat somewhat arrogant an idiot an upstanding gentleman from a good family, and I've always suspected that he has held Edith in some regard, so I hope that their union will be a blessed and happy one.

Thankfully Unfortunately, I must remain in America, so I had to send my regrets. I'm sure it will be a beautiful wedding, however.

Everything is awesome right now. Best day ever.

I like this time of the year because it means I can make things with my crock-pot. I really should upgrade to an Instant Pot, so might have to send that as an idea to my parents for Christmas. I just really love having my dinner completely ready by the time I get home.

Anyone got some good recipes to share? My friend just sent me this amazing sounding crock-pot mac and cheese!

Dammot. Last time I get a new phone for a long ass while. Dang tbibf is harder to write on. Don't know how to use half the bells ans whistles ot got. Only did it cuz of black Friday. Got me a free 49" bran spanking new TV outta the deal.

Considering what I just Dreamt of and then went through the past couple weeks, this story about gene-editing doesn't sit well with me. Mostly because I am a product of gene-editing in my Dreams. My father took his DNA, then picked and chose what he wanted. He was a genius and one could say I was tailor-made for perfection.

I'm definitely not perfect, I am still human, but because of what he did, I can live for a very long time. Among other things. Normally I'm not entirely against gene-editing, I've just seen the extremely bad side of this both in my Dreams and here. But it has to start somewhere, and the conversation needs to be started, right?

I'm not sorry my father is dead. The bastard deserved what he got

My neighbors already have their Christmas lights up.

Would it be epic or obnoxious to put up a giant inflatable Menorah this year?