Chest Nast and the Lukewarm Rebellion

About Me

i don't sleep enough. i'm always on the fence about SOMETHING. i never capitalize my "i"'s when they need to be, or apologize when i'm really not sorry at all; I don't understand people who get off on doing mathematical equations or get it when someone is hitting on me --I'm in love with my English professor-- well, not really but maybe if i was a little older or he was a little less bald... My thoughts don't really follow any logic but my own.I think too much and talk too little and write ALOTbut when i'm not being weird, i'm the hoot and a half you were waiting for.And i admire this girl: ..

My Interests

NOW.

I'd like to meet:

Oh Johnny.Johnny, Johnny, Johnny. When are we going to cut the cow dung and just admit that we're crazy about each other? I mean let's face it; you're a long haired, piano playing, cigarette smoking man, and I'm a girl who's turned on by long haired piano playing smokers. We're a match made in Buddha's crockpot, can't you see?

Music:

shit that you can dance to. shit you can't dance to. shit you can play along on Air-Guitar to. shit that goes up through the copper of your headphone wires and implants itself between your ears note by note.

Movies:

i'm a popcorn whore.

Television:

The glowing box is evil. Smash it. And by that i mean, i don't have time anymore, so seasons on DVD are "da shit."

Books:

words words words.Junie B. Jones.Anything Vonnegut. • Salinger • Rennison •Ginsberg •KerouacWhy I'm Like this.Russia is for Lovers.Etc.

Heroes:

Ashlee Simpson's old nose ( he held out 'til the bitter end, that one did ) and That One Ant in the Trail that never Dies no matter How many Times you Smash/Spray/Step on it.You go little buddy.

My Blog

Viola, Where Art Thou?

i had forgotten how much i loved the mellow somber melodies of orchestral strings.Have decided to invest all my unrequited love into rebuilding my life around things i’d let go of.It’s goi...
Posted by Chest Nast and the Lukewarm Rebellion on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 01:36:00 PST

bleh.

You know what would rock? If i could look at (insert name here)'s picture and not think "pssht. whatever bitch. fuckin' dickhead." Apparently I'm still harboring a lot of anger. I...
Posted by Chest Nast and the Lukewarm Rebellion on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 01:20:00 PST

And the Epitome of happiness is:

doing what you love.I'm neck deep in acting books and methods and notes. I never realized how much there was to it, but i'm starting to see some of my strong points; the reasons I was cast in lead par...
Posted by Chest Nast and the Lukewarm Rebellion on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 01:42:00 PST

When Time Stops.

I'm always predisposed to give in and think "Nice one, God." whenever one too many coincidences topple on top of each other. Like reminiscing and plopping on the couch, only to find that I've sat on t...
Posted by Chest Nast and the Lukewarm Rebellion on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 02:47:00 PST

"I am, I am, I am Superman.

---And I can do anything."I've got a new plan in mind.I want to be a doctor, and I refuse to choose between that and my love of acting. I may never get to the almighty ob-gyn position I've worshiped. ...
Posted by Chest Nast and the Lukewarm Rebellion on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 11:03:00 PST

Oh, Blog, you really DO care!

My mind is fertile ground for rubbish nowadays. It cultivates the weirdest memories, and if i didn't know any better I'd say these are the residue of some inherent longing or some long forgotten impul...
Posted by Chest Nast and the Lukewarm Rebellion on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 09:46:00 PST

For Cynthia. Take this as proof that i like you. Otherwise...haha.

I wouldn't do it. Tag. Okay. 1. One day, I want to perform in Hairspray, either as Tracy, Penny or Mrs. Turnsblad. haha. I know. Never mention this again. 2. I want to be a SAG actor the way li...
Posted by Chest Nast and the Lukewarm Rebellion on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 02:01:00 PST

When Memories Hold Dreams Hostage

Eyes closed.Years ago. I'm standing by the water and thedirtand thesandand the rain falls, encapsulatedslideson the bridge of your nose and mine whistles with a rhythmof a stubborn April's cold If I s...
Posted by Chest Nast and the Lukewarm Rebellion on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 04:07:00 PST

Bullseye

a quote from a friend of mine, who i'm sure is going to be a great writer someday:"When you can get a man to let his guard down and really talk to you, he can become more beautiful than a woman. "--B....
Posted by Chest Nast and the Lukewarm Rebellion on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 01:13:00 PST

Eureka! and Such.

I finally figured out why my computer seems to be dying a slow and untimely death.Apparently traces of the syrup from the 'Oh shit i dropped my dinner can of corn on top of my laptop and shit! it's sp...
Posted by Chest Nast and the Lukewarm Rebellion on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 04:24:00 PST