Accidentally Hilarious.

I'm trying to write a song. I'd like to write many songs. And someday I'd like to put them all together and make a little CD out of them. But I get distracted and then I end up watching the season finales of American Idol and Modern Family and the first episode of America's Next Top Model and then I wind up with a blank Word document and another notch on the slacker bedpost. That wasn't even a cliche. That was poor usage of a cliche. I'm definitely not using that in a song. Or maybe I should. "You're just another notch on the bedpost of life Because you're slacking off. That means you're lazy. And you're probably pretty ugly too. But that's just a rude assumption. I take it back. Yeah you're just a notch on the bedpost of life." There. Done. #1 record, here I come. I think if I were to actually write an entire album, it would turn out a lot like something Kimya Dawson would write. If you don't know who ...

So, here she be, ladies and gents. My 100th blog post. Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want something more like... MY 100TH BLOG POST!!!!!!!!!! ...that? You know, I kept debating whether to make this an occasion, a big deal, a huge, awesome blog about something really super cool, but in the spirit of tradition, I'm just gonna let my mind wander and see what comes of it, and perhaps we'll meet a few surprises on the way (and no, they're not cute men. Wah). Remember last year when I was doing all that spring cleaning, and finding loads of memories and deciding whether to throw them away or not? Well, I cleaned out my car this week, I mean, cleaned it. Even the trunk *GASP*. And I found these notebooks. I didn't really recognize them for what their subject matter may have been in their time of my using them, so I curiously flipped through the crinkled pages (they've been sitting in there for just about 2 years now) and was very pleasantly surprised with wh...

I am almost to my 100th blog. It is earlier than I thought it was. It was not as late as I thought it was going to be. As I was watching "Brothers and Sisters" on ABC with my parents, a Special News Report interrupted what would have been a very dramatical scene toward the end of the episode between Ally McBeal and BeanPole McGee. "Must be something important if it's interrupting the show," my dad said, not really expecting much. But what they announced was actually quite shocking. Perhaps you heard? Osama bin Laden was killed. Someone tried to make the connection that Hitler also died on May 1, but according to what I gathered from the news, OBL was not killed today. He was killed sometime this week and it was just announced today? Could be wrong. My initial thoughts were, "Oh, wow!" It was like the day they captured an older, much hairier version of Saddam Hussein. So he's dead. So thousands of lives have been avenged for ...

Tell me to write a paper for a history class or a human development class, and I'll put it off till the last minute. Tell me I can direct a musical 5 months from now, and I'll get right on it. Oh, P.S. Kyle and I are directing [title of show] in September. No big deal.

I hate that I always do my best thinking on the move. Why can't I write these things down and be mobile at the same time? Studio Arts Cafeteria smells like fart right now. That wasn't one of the thoughts I was speaking of. I walked around campus with Pat today, putting together a list of words to help us remember certain locations (or just plain ALL locations) for an extra credit assignment for class. It's a beautiful day outside, perfect for such an adventure. I am a creature of Spring. I think it's official now, now that I've been walking around in the sun, breathing the fresh air and working back on the course. I think happier thoughts when the weather is nicer. I feel like I can focus all of my energy of positive things, rather than bogging myself down with everything that's wrong with my life right now. But really, when you focus on the positives of life, how can you really have anything wrong with it? Except that maybe you're too ridiculously p...

It's odd how things lead into other things which lead into many things. I was Skyping with Chelsea tonight, and we got on the topic of MySpace, which encouraged me to check out my own MySpace account, which hasn't been touched in a few years. I began to trace back my MySpace blog, when I actually used it, and was sent into my one of the most confusing, exciting, and passionate times of my entire life, simply by reading. And it got me thinking. As a blogger for Accidentally Hilarious, I have been trying so hard, too hard, to keep up a blog that would entertain the masses. Striving to write something that will make people read, and laugh. I have not been true to myself. These MySpace blog entries were so real. They were all very raw, and I held nothing back. I did not mention names, similar to what I do now, to protect the innocent (or not-so-innocent), but I sat down at my computer, and I simply wrote about my day, about whatever popped into my head as my fingers hit t...

I, Molly LeCaptain of Accidentally Hilarious, am sad to tell you that I am dead. Last night, at precisely midnight, as I was skateboarding home from Candy Mountain, a rooster the size of an oak tree came out of the sky and scratched my face off, whereupon I bled to death. After that, some sewer rats scurried to my dead carcass and hoisted it away to my house, because they knew where I lived because the address is tattooed on my big toe. This is a most unfortunate event, because just before the incident I had been on the phone with my talent agent Arnold Schwarzenegger who told me that I had been cast as the lead in every single hit television show on right now, and that I would start filming tomorrow. Also, I bought the state of Florida and every flamingo living there and had them shipped to my house. They now reside in my bedroom, and my parents will be responsible for them until the doctors are able to revive my body from the dead, because before my phone call with Arnold Schwarz...