My name is Jim and I'm just a New England kid stuck in the obscurity of Los Angeles. A simple Fool with everything he needs slung over his shoulder. Watch as I jump off the edge.
Well I’m graduating improv 201 today and we’re having our graduation show. Being a performer for most of my life I’m still a little uneasy about the idea of getting in front of a bunch of people with absolutely nothing prepared. I mean that is the idea…it’s improv, but…as someone who’s used to learning choreography, memorizing lines, and going through blocking…it all seems a bit crazy. Still, I feel more confident about this show then I have in the past, but thats mostly because i don’t give a shit. Hoobastank!
It’s been pointed out to me that I’ve obtained the qualities of a “Hipster”. Now I’ve been accused of being a hippie before…something to do with my peaceful attitude and my love for fine blown glass, but a hipster!?
When I ride my bike I like to role up my pants, but thats just so they won’t get caught in the chain. It’s not a fashion statement. I like brunch because I’m usually up all night partying and there is nothing better for a hangover then a solid meal. I have scruff on my chin because it’s Novembeard (which is an excuse for everyone to have facial hair in November). I wear sunglasses all the time because I happen to have very sensitive eyes. I wear V-neck shirts because…
…Oh my god.
