Alexander Chen

The School For Strings, Manhattan School of Music, Pingry, Northwestern, Seton Hall, Rutgers the State University of NJ, NYU Tisch School of the Arts

New York University, 參加 2000 - 2003, 年 2003, 碩士學位, Directing and Writing

mocap whore

your mom

baseball, walks in the park, hotdogs, and seperate interests with commas, borat enthusiast number one, 1986 mets, anyone who beats the yankees, tadao ando

I like the one's with pictures or the one with pull tabs, how to french kiss, tiffany's book of ettiquette, everyone poos

the ones i make, goonies, harold and maude, big trouble in little china, in the mood for love, assmaster 38 - 4995, jackass the movie, caddyshack, heavenly creatures, garden state, debbie does dallas, dreamlife of angels, billy madison

mozart operas, operas, belle & sebastian, tom waits, sigur ros, will oldham, norwegian nose flute, zamphyr master of the pan flute, your mom, modest mouse, the kind played by boxes you wind, beethoven

spongebob nopants, simpsons, jackass, scrubs, tough crowd, daily show, kids in the hall, mythbusters

Capricorn

i am me. i'm fun. i'm cool. I wear glasses and sometimes pants. I walk on two feet. i want a tempurpedic mattress, but so expensive yet so comfy. i love my violin which still sounds awesome. i play golf even though i'm horrible. but i use it as an excuse to go for a walk. um, in-and-out burger is rad and affordable. i ran five miles straight today and felt fine afterwards. i get sixty dollar haircuts and don't feel guilty about it. a girl's always gotta look her best. i like sports highlights. beer is yummy, but wine is yummier. i like to cook, but i gotta get better cookware and cutlery. maybe i can fake a wedding and fake register somewhere and get all the loot for free. maybe not. all hipster doofuses should be gathered together and sent off to the new australia or just be jettisoned into space to breath their air in the egos,or survive on the "coolness" of their i spent 45 minutes on my "just woke up" hair. i am not as cynical as i am sarcastic. or is it, i'm not as sarcastic as i am cynical.

i think old people are funny and they don't even know it.

my front neighbors are gypsies from new york city. or so they say. but the grandfather threatened me and called me a chink and told me to get back on my richshaw. but i had to promptly inform him that my richshaw was in the shop and could i get a ride. he didn't get it. welcome to smell a i guess. what a city.

i like midnight snacks. but way past midnight. puppies with wet noses make me happy, because it makes them happy as well. my dog casper is 3000 miles away and i wonder if he thinks about me. i think he does. well at least that's what my dad tells me. i'm sure casper is happy that he can use all of my bed.

i'd like to meet you. . . . . and your mom. i'd like to meet the man or woman who invented mother's day and slap him or her for creating a day that leaves so many mothers dissapointed and so many sons to recover from the guilt trips. i would also like to meet the person who invented valentine's day and find the irony in the person who created "the most romantic day of the year" living alone and miserable. as if every other day is dull compared to that one day. go f yourself.

foolish and annihilating love.