Hi. My name's Rex, and welcome to my poxy life.

Anyone that gets the reference in the title wins a gold star and one favor of your choosing. Search engines = cheating. It's been a while since I've "blogged" as I hear the kids these days do. The problem is I never have anything to write about. I don't live that interesting of a life, and no one reads this shit anyway. So, I'm not going to London. Tiffany and I had planned on enrolling in the Spring term Study Abroad program with PCC and studying in London for almost 4 months, but surprise, surprise, our plans fell through. Neither of us could afford the $10,000 trip because PCC are a bunch of wankers that hide 40% of the costs in the small print. Somehow, the $6,000 price tag they originally advertise doesn't actually cover the cost of the plane ticket, the tuition or the resources. WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT COVER? I had this whole thing planned out: Tiffany and I would be roomies and spend our three-day weekends traveling and visiting old friends. I wasn't going to tell anyone and surprise them when I got there, but really all I ended up doing was not disappointing them with yet more canceled plans to visit. I truly am a terrible friend. It was going to be so great, I'd call someone up and be like, "Hey, what are you doing tomorrow, 'cos I'm in London and I think we should party. SURPRISE!" The best I can do now is continue to save up what little money I am earning to make the trip on my own, which, funnily enough will cost about a fifth of what the Study Abroad program would have. In my world, it's still a lot of fucking money. Apart from fucking me over with the London thing, college has been far less painful than I had imagined. My acting teacher first term was an absolute nutjob, but this new lady is quite nice. Except for the whole "get up on stage and take your clothes off," thing. Seriously, if I had wanted to strip, I would have signed up for the pole-dancing fitness class. My Shakespeare teacher is adorable. I seriously just want to keep her forever, she's such a doll. I have never in my life had a teacher that got so giddy with excitement over a subject, and she has been doing this for 17 years. For extra credit last term, she invited us all over to her house to eat cookies and read As You Like It, and her daughter made us all hand-made Christmas cards with little messages written in crayon. Last but not least, my film studies class is pretty cool, but let's face it, it will never live up to film studies at Strode with Chris, Jacob and Ben Boydell. It's just not possible. All in all, 2010 has been a bit pants so far. The first twenty minutes or so were good, laughing it up at the restaurant with some lovely colleagues, even if they did try and serve me apple juice in a champagne flute. I was offended at first, but I can't stay mad at Eric when he cracks a smile, his happy is too contagious. Since then I haven't really had anything to report. Work has been good, the show I'm working on is hilarious and filthy and I haven't failed any classes yet. I'm still breathing, apparently, so that's got to be a good sign, right? I had hoped something more interesting would have happened by now. I guess Rachel's right, I am quite impatient. I hope 2010 isn't this boring for everyone, it's a bright, shiny new decade, we should be out partying and carousing until the second cock. Just once I want to be that girl that you read about on textsfromlastnight.com, who gets shitfaced the night before, pulls a cheesy Star Trek-related pick up line in a bar and wakes up with half a smudged phone number scrawled across her chest and wearing a stranger's clothes*. I think I just found my New Years resolution!

*Please note that I will never live out this fantasy, it was merely a hypothetical, outlandish anecdote illustrating how wild I want to allow myself to become for just one night, and not even a good one at that. Next year's resolution will have to be to become more imaginative.