Fonts

I apologize for the formating problems of this post, but because all these awesome fonts were not available in blogger I had to create this offline. So this post about totally freaking awesome fonts is actually an image. Again I am sorry. 

PPD!

Ugh!!! PPD!!! Such a horrible thing! If any of you don't know what PPD means, it is the abbreviated version of Post Play Depression. If any of you don't know what Post Play Depression is, it is the depression you experience after being in a play, and right now I'm suffering from severe PPD. To be suffering PPD I must have been in a play right? Well that's correct. Just last week on Saturday, the HSC Thespians Society finished up their year long project with the final night of The Scarlet Pimpernel. This was my first play, so this is my first time coming down with PPD. I would never have expected it would be such a severe type of depression. After a year of hard work and suffering, it was all over in three quick nights. It was awesome, and yes! it was one of the most fun things I have ever done, but now that it is over there is a deep cavity in my heart that I feel I cannot fill. I am a very emotional guy. I can seem tough and unemotional, but I am really soft-hearted, and because of that, this is hitting me quite hard. Being emotional and sentimental, I have two special keepsakes that will always remind me of this play. You might find this odd, but it is who I am. The first keepsake I have, strange as it is, is a bobby pin. What?!? Yes I know, A bobby pin. My friend Harry looked at me on the second performance night and said, "Cullen, I have a present for you." And then he gave me a bobby pin that was used to hold his fake pony tail in. This will always remind me of my great friend Harry and the excruciating pain it was to get the bobby pins stuck in my head! The second keepsake I have is a lock of my own hair. This hair was from a very special place on my head: the very back. This was the hair that was forced into a little plastic band to form the little 'flower' on the back of my head that we called a pony tail. I will always have this hair as a reminder of my first pony tail and the excruciating pain I had to go through to to slick back my hair and get this pony tail (thank you Hallie and Christi). Anyway, my emotions are running high and I fear if I do not stop this post I will break down and sob from PPD and from the remembrance of the excruciating pain I went through. So I will stop and pray that none of you will ever go through such severe PPD as I have.

Welcome To My World

Come one, come all!!! See The Delusional Man show!!! Okay, well I am a dude who likes to live in my own world where everything revolves around me! Okay the title of this blog sounds like a freak show at a circus, but I like to think of the world as my stage and I am the main actor. Now you might think I am cocky and blah, blah, blah, but yeah. This blog isn't going to be all about me, a lot about me, but not all about me. The reason I picked "The Delusional Man" for my blog title is because my oh so sweet mother says I am delusional in the way the real world is. She says I see things with a narrow, all about me scope. Now while I do care about people other than me, certain people more than me, I just might be a too caught up with me. I'm trying to tone that down but it's kinda hard, so bear with me. I am a very confident fellow, sarcastic and a lot of fun! I try to be humorous and funny. I'll try and make you laugh, sometimes you won't get my humor, but as I said before, bear with me. So welcome to my blog and I hope you will enjoy the show. I present to you "The Delusional Man!" (me)