Sometimes, everybody needs to take step a back; To reevaluate their life. Hi, My names Brent and I'm one of those such individuals. My ten year high school reunion is this year and I have been thinking about what I would say when a girl I don't remember will ask me with a giant toothy grin, "oh my gosh, it's SOOOO good to see you! So, what have you been up to in the past ten years!!!??" "Oh, me? Well, as you know in high school I spent all of my time just disgustingly immersed in the world of theater, you know... acting. And, well, yea once I graduated I got a full ride scholarship to America's finest acting university where I was, of course, discovered and immediately became a heartthrob of the stage and screen. And well, now, I spend most of my time lounging about my La Jolla mansion and wondering why I need 3 Olympic size swimming pools and a coat made entirely of baby peacock feathers." Then I go back to reality: "Oh, well I graduated, served a Mormon mission, took a semester of study at College, failed EVERY single class, opted for a technical college, worked at an old folks home, got married to a boy, quit my job at a retirement home and got a different job I enjoy much more, divorced the boy I was with after 6 wonderful years of marriage, and, well, now I just spend most of my time renting a room out of my parent's home, living vicariously through my Sims 3 sims and wondering why I don't have 3 Olympic size swimming pools and a coat made entirely out of baby peacock feathers." Okay...so that sounds pretty depressing, I realize. It's not though. It's actually kind of refreshing. It's like...Okay, so have you ever been in line for a ride at an amusement park and it's like your next up for the ride and so you are standing behind those highly ineffective yet somehow still totally necessary gates. And while you're standing there, you are just imagining how wonderful the ride is going to be. Then the ride comes to a stop in front of you. Your turn. That's kind of where I'm at right now. Except in MY version, a kid has just thrown up and he was in the front and (we're gonna say the ride the is a roller coaster) and so his vomit has just systematically gone from face to face to face of everyone sitting behind him. So they have to shut down the ride for a moment to wash off the caked on puke, leaving me waiting for an even longer amount of time for my ride to begin...thanks pukey kid. Graphic, but you get the idea. Money is the vomit of my life. Apparently, you have to PAY to eat, to sleep, and to have a place to call home. I mean, unless you're a hobo, but even then I'm sure that hobo had to pay for those urine soaked shoes. Oh my gosh I would hate to be a hobo...wait, where was I? Oh right, money is vomit. So, until I can afford to move out, I get to live here. With my parents. It's not terrible. I mean, they knock before they enter my room and it is an interesting experience to fall asleep with the gentle, muffled voices of the cast of whatever Japanese movie my dad is listening to in the other room. However, it really isn't where I expected to be at 28. I stretch and yawn and am immediately revitalized. "Sir, you're personal trainer is here." "Thank you, Rumford, show him in." After an hour of working out, I shower and check out my Zac Efron body in the mirror. Damn, look at you, sir. You are a sexy beast. I slip on my Gucci loafers, Armani coat, and Oakley sunglasses and head out the door. "Call Chris." I calmly said into my 1,500 dollar phone...that was used as a prop on The Dark Knight movie. "Chris? Oh hey, my best friend Chris Colfer who is the star of Glee, one of the most popular shows on television. Where are we going for lunch today? Beso? You want to go to Beso, the restaurant owned by Eva Longoria? Why sure, Chris Colfer, my b.f.f. we can go there." The wind blows through my hair and I smile a gorgeous, bleach white smile. Oh Chris Colfer, my best buddy, you are so funny. Oh, goodness. Someone wants my autograph, no surprise there. I sign Guy Guest (the name I made up for myself knowing I would be an internationally known Superstar...you know like Madonna or Lady Gaga or Snookie) I blow a kiss and Chris rolls his eyes and looks at me with that oh, you. You silly fantastic celebrity, you look. I order my $11.00 cheesecake and begin to take a bite. A cool, creamy, delicious- "Honey! Dinner's ready!" "Coming mom." Well, gotta eat dinner now. It's not Beso, it's spaghetti. But for now...it's home.