a windblown left side

I am a promising local actor.

Elementary chaos theory tells us that any sufficienty complex system will have unpredictable behavior and will be impossible to completley control (or at least that's my understanding from my extensive research of chaos theory i.e. several viewings of Jurassic Park). Thus, complex systems, including, say, summer long road trips, will eventually go wrong somewhere. There are so many variables that something is bound to go wrong, it's statistically impossible that something wouldn't go wrong. So you can see that this fundamental law of the universe demands that I lock my keys in my car at least once. And yesterday was my day. Of course, I didn't lock them in my car in Madison, where the situation would have been relatively manageable. No, I locked myself out at Devil's Lake, an approximately 45 min drive from Madison.

For some reason, I thought I could break into my own car using a 20-year-old mangled set of car break-in tools that I borrowed from the camp rangers. I have no idea why I thought I would be successful. I don't possess the "locksmith" skillset any more than I posses the "auto mechanic" or "dentistry" skillset. I don't know how to break into cars, I've never done it, and I certainly had no idea how to correctly use the provided tools, especially ones as old and janky as the ones I had. I just spent a good hour randomly jamming long metal tools into various parts of my car door, praying that by some amazing stroke of luck my car door would mysteryiously pop open. A circus bear would have had a better chance of breaking into a safe with a shoestring. At the end of this process, the only thing I had to show for my efforts was one long piece of metal stuck in my rear driver's side door that I couldn't get out. Half an hour and $50 later, my car was unlocked thanks to the efforts of a seasoned professional, who opened the door in under three minutes. I'll file this under "miscellaneous expenses." I'll file me under "moron."

In other news, the first cut/version/draft/[insert correct film term here] of Dead Awake starring me and my bad acting should be at my house when I get back to Springfield. Danny has been editing like some sort of editing machine all month, and I'm excited to see the results. If these trends continue (eeeey!!!), we may just be able to hold a Dead Awake premier at the beginning of school this year. Someone go get the red carpet and the cocaine, cause I'm a frickin star.