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Monday, December 10th, 2007
6:55 pm	From nathanielperson: 1. Go to the Wikipedia home page and click random article. That is your band's name. 2. Click random article again; that is your album name. 3. Click random article 15 more times; those are the tracks on your album. Band Name: 1964 British Home Championship Album name: Rutebok for Norge Track listing: 1. Future Combat Systems Infantry Carrier Vehicle 2. Joe Washington 3. 1965 in Architecture 4. List of 6-Passenger Sedans 5. Thomas Evans (Cricketer) 6. Cloxacillin 7. Fresno De La Fuente 8. Thin-Walled Bamboo 9. Raven Software 10. Ben Schigel 11. Eastern Armenia 12. Children Act 2004 13. Ye Shengtao 14. KORL 15. San Roberto My band sounds like posers. Not typical posers, but posers who have talent, but were just too lazy to use that talent. They love to pretend to be British, and write indie, electro-rock sort of things. I find "Ben Schigel" an appropriate inclusion, because he was a Nu Metal artist, and my band seems like it would have Nu Metal influences. Still, pretentious and difficult to get through all the way. That's too bad. Let's try again. Band Name: Mateo Pumacahua Album Name: Tomizawa Station Track listings: 1. Sara Yorke Stevenson 2. Ipaussu 3. Carolina Elktoe 4. Rufus Thomas 5. Oca 6. Intellivision World Series Baseball 7. Lloyd M. Bucher 8. New Salem Township, Pike County, Illinois 9. Taikoo Shing 10. The Chinese Way 11. Paul Prudhomme 12. Brazilian Cownose Ray 13. Community Manager 14. Joy Division (Film) 15. Mohsen Sazegara This isn't my band, this is a solo trick. I am an Hispanic hip-hop artist. A fat one, at that. This is my third album, where I get back to my own personal roots. "Taikoo Shing" and "Paul Prudhomme" are the big singles from the album, the former being the first one with the dumb hook that the label wanted for radio play, sort of my "The Real Slim Shady." "Paul Prudhomme" is a more serious piece of pop art, that sells better. I'm not sure how a song whose title is the name of a rotund Cajun chef can be serious, but it works in my head. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, December 7th, 2007
11:36 pm	A Message To News From a Bitter Do you remember earlier this week when you reported that the shooter in the Omaha mall wanted to go out in a way that made him famous? And do you remember the days since then, when you did nothing but report on his past, run pictures of him, interview his friends, and discuss, in depth, his intent? Has it ever occur to any of you dense logs that you are GIVING A MASS MURDERER WHAT HE ASKED FOR? I mean, really, how big of a chubby does it give you all to dwell on tragedy? Might I add that this shooter anticipated your raging hard-on for wringing the dishtowel of a story for any greasy drops of humanity, and called his fame? Freedom of the press, sure, fine, you have the Constitutional right to publish whatever nonsense may or may not give you some blind, opinionless chump's dollar, but for the love of God, when you order your bullshit, get it with a side order of ration. It's fresh from the fields, and we have a bountiful supply. (Comment on this)
Monday, November 12th, 2007
1:31 pm	I Can Go To Japan...and Back This entry will be the Christmas card from the over-zealous aunt, detailing out everyone's lives as if they were the family raconteur. Which reminds me, I need to thank my aunt for the money she gave me for my birthday. Let's start off there, in fact: I am 21. It's a fun change, albeit a pricey one. I have spent far too much on alcohol this quarter. It doesn't help that I'm a big tipper, so when I leave the bar, I'm dropping about 50% of what I paid for drinks. I've been working hard on resocializing myself. I devolved into a bitter, angry brat; residual misery from the spring and summer just set my fall off all wrong. But I've been all about fixing that, and I've been mostly successful so far. I brood far less and complain less. In addition, I've finally started having fun acting again. I haven't had fun doing this work since high school. I was in a show last week, George Bernard Shaw's "How He Lied to Her Husband." I was He. It was only a one act and only ran 3 days in a studio, but it was fun, plain and simply. It was just 5 people in a room rehearsing a short, silly farce. On top of that, people seemed to enjoy it. It might have helped that it was probably the most normal piece of theater put on by this school since February. I had to shuffle my practicum around like my schedule was a playlist in order to be in "How He Lied." For anyone not in the K, practicum is work done on a show for credit. I was not cast in any show that I could get credit for acting, so I had to do other work. I was originally set to prep for sound crew. After begging, practically, I was switched to running sound for a show, because I could not possibly schedule enough hours in the shop to fulfill my requirements. However, after getting cast in "How He Lied," I had to get that switched around to allow for rehearsals. I was then made an usher, so that I could work before and after each show and rehearse during the show (multi-tasking clusterfuck, basically). However, turns out no one told the master electrician that I was no longer running sound, so he was mighty pissed at me. It was not very my fault, because a)I was assured that all was taken care of, and b)I wasn't even technically signed up to run sound, I was assigned to a completely different, random slot working a tank (our last show, "Macbett" had a full-sized, semi-functional tank on stage. It was built here. It's going to be sold on eBay). Working on "How He Lied" and ushering shows got me acquainted with a lot of sophomores, since three of the five people in the room for "How He Lied," were sophomores and all of the other ushers were sophomores. There are so many of them in the studio that it's so hard to figure out who is who, but I've gotten to know quite a few. I've been hanging with them and partying with them. I got a bit of weirdness from one of my housemates about that. She got home last night and asked, "John, did you have a bunch of sophomores over here??" as if it were completely beneath her idea of me to hang out with younger people. I saw nothing wrong with it, and a couple of juniors came over, too, as it were. One of the sophomores actually spent the night, we stayed up till 5:30 watching "Weeds" and eating ice cream. That one housemate's dad died suddenly last week. She got home last night from her week back in Cincinnati. It was one of those adhesive moments when she told me last Sunday. I woke up at 8:30 in the morning to the sound of her sobbing in the bathroom, and it was probably the first time she had said it out loud when I knocked on the bathroom door and she opened it and told me. She promptly apologized for waking me up. I didn't get a chance to talk to her about it at all, because her phone rang right away and she went back into her room and stayed there all morning, packing and talking on the phone. She was gone just before noon. At noon, I had to head to the theater to do "How He Lied." The house had an awkward tension all week without Leah. For some reason, Adam and I became like chimps, unable to do even the simplest of tasks. Eventually, I got back into cleaning the kitchen and doing dishes. I cleaned the holy hell out of the whole house on Saturday after Adam had gone home for the weekend. What was even more tense was how Adam and I dealt with the situation. Adam began to indulge in the melodrama of it all, feeling as sad as he thought was appropriate and struggling to mourn and comfort his friend. I went the other, equally-unhealthy route. I closed off from it, almost entirely. I began to resent Adam for feeling too much, and I think he began to resent how unaffected I made myself. I never doubted that we felt exactly the same way about it. Neither of use had Clue One as to how to deal with any of it. The quarter is almost over, though. Finals begin this week, and classes are wrapping up. We've done our acting scenes, our movement presentation, and our final monologues for voice class. I've gotten my application in to study abroad in London in the spring in. However, not enough people have applied as yet, so it might not happen, which would devastate me, especially since we'd be going to Prague to participate in a theater festival. On Thursday, I'm taking part in a Gay Blues Project, playing guitar and doing some reading. This is actually an exciting project, it's a good little piece and we might take it on the road, to DC and New York. I'll be back in Maryland next week. Probably Tuesday. Seven weeks away from Athens sounds downright holy right now. Current Music: Guy Love - Scrubs: My Musical (Comment on this)
Saturday, October 6th, 2007
6:22 pm	Baa Ram Ewe I just saw a commercial for the latest straight-to-DVD horror film. It's called "Black Sheep," and yes, it is about sheep. It's very aptly set in New Zealand, and all the sheep go apeshit. I'm just trying to say the way schools need teachers, the way Kathie Lee needs Regis, that's the way I need this movie in my life. Imagine a live-action version of the end of the Tomacco episode of "The Simpsons." Which reminds me of a wee anecdote: In my German 111 class (try taking a 100-level class when you're practically a senior in college, it's dangerously refreshing), we were talking about family relations, etc., and to demonstrate, she had family trees of both "Family Guy" and "The Simpsons," and in the latter, there were several errors, mostly with liberties taken by the artist. It included Homer's half-brother, Herb Powers and sets them up as full brothers. Also, Herb apparently married the stripper that Homer danced with early on in the show and gave birth to Hugo Simpson. See, Hugo is Bart's brother. Siamese twin brother. Not cousin. Just wrong. Now, of course, I was thinking all of this, but felt absolutely no need to point out these flaws. No one should have to know that I can pick up on things like that. That is, until, I steadily came to realize that every single guy in the class was making the same observations. It was strange in its unity. It was also strange to have such a gender bias, because none of the women could have given a shit (granted, there are a whole 3 females in a class of 25). They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus. Put that in your back pocket. Also, I'm the fly Malcolm X: Buy any jeans necessary. Oh, Kanye. Our generation's poet laureate. Which goes to show how dead strict poetry is. Current Music: 1234 - Feist (Comment on this)
Monday, September 10th, 2007
5:58 pm	Tool of the Week / Cut of the Week Tool of the Week: Steve Jobs. On September 6, 2007, Apple, Inc. CEO Steve Jobs apologized to anyone who purchased an 8GB iPhone back in June. His sin? Charging them $600. Jobs felt so bad that these people paid top dollar for a "revolutionary" electronic device, only to see the price drop by $200 little more than two months later. Now, I agree, $600 for a phone, iPod, and internet combination is fucking horseshit, especially considering that anyone who wants that more than likely has all three in spades and probably spent/spends no more than $300 for everything. But to apologize to people for paying the amount charged ranks high on the list of lame. Jobs even offered anyone who spent that kind of money $100 in credit, as a peace offering (because all Apple users are friendly and communal, working toward a common electronic goal. Sort of a Silicon Valley gulag, as it were). That's on par with Yale admitting rejected applicants for a year as penance. Steve Jobs, you don't owe people shit. You told them it was $600, and people forked it over. And don't act like a price cut comes as a fucking shock. You're a fucking businessman and have been since your Orwellian beginnings (both a popular reference and a reference to Apple holding the world by the nuts until 1995). This simpering apology should be seen as indicative of the end of Apple's decade. All that needs to happen is Microsoft needs to make Vista something people want to buy, not tolerate, and then there will be another 10 years of Gates. It's cyclical. Deal with it, Mac users. [Note: I am not a Mac user, I am very happy on PC. I have nothing against Mac users, or really anything against Apple products (I loves me my iPod), I am just comfortable with my well-functioning PC and see no need to fuck shit up by getting an entirely new platform with equal performance.] Cut of the Week: "Lithium" by The Polyphonic Spree "Whoa, slow down there, pickle! That's a Nirvana song!" That's some master sleuthing there, Kurt Loder. It's also been done into a kickass cover by a highly unlikely rock and roll chorus. To anyone who has not seen The Polyphonic Spree live, I suggest you hound Pollstar like a fucking fiend, because it is an experience. At Lollapalooza, I believe the count was 24 members, including a frontman, 6 chorus girls, horns, 2 drum sets, guitars, a flautist/clarinetist  that can only be described as apeshit, and a harp. Among others. They're a very upbeat, happy band, founded by frontman Tim DeLaughter as a response to a member of his previous band dying of a heart attack. So imagine the alt rock glee club singing one of the downer anthems of the past 20 years. Counterintuitive, you say? Fuck you. There's the hope and heart that Kurt Cobain felt, but got hidden by burnouts who play acoustic guitar in the hallways in high school, waiting for some malnourished girl with self-esteem issues to declare him sexually interesting. The Polyphonic Spree wades through that putrid swamp into something real and meaningful. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 28th, 2007
8:10 am	It is 10 after 8 in the morning, and still I am awake. I am often awake at this hour, despite rarely having a purpose to wake up at all. I was woken up by an elderly dog upset at the people he lives with not being in the exact room he was in, despite sitting there staring at one of us. So of course, as I would do if a woman I cared for complained, I caved like...well, a Utah metaphor might be a bit blue, but trust me, I went there mentally. I am now trying to drown out my mom caterwauling on the treadmill. I now know why I have to exert effort just to hold a tune. Granted there's a lot about me that cannot be genetic. Where do I stand in the nature vs. nurture debate? I still to this day work against both nature and nurture, creating an aesthetically-pleasing though ultimately artificial bio-dome of a person. Godliness before cleanliness, as they say. And in this case, godliness is coffee and cleanliness is clear self-analysis. Also, the true phrase is "Cleanliness is next to godliness," but, really, fuck that noise. Current Music: I Put A Spell On You - Creedence Clearwater Revival (Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 14th, 2007
10:18 am	An FYI to any MD/DC people: They Might Be Giants at the 9:30 Club on Friday, November 23 (day after Thanksgiving). Yeah, this is more than 3 months away, but just a heads-up, because I definitely intend on being there and I would love to rock out with a group. For Ohio people, TMBG will be in Columbus on Wednesday, November 7. I am not certain that I will be able to make that show, because it is 3 months away and who knows what will be going on that day, but just so you know. Granted, there are much less of you than MD/DC people. Actually, I'm not all that sure who sees this, but that's besides the point. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 19th, 2007
2:37 pm	Quick Summer Update Been in Athens for like 5 weeks now, keeping house, keeping busy. By keeping house, I mean keeping it clean, furnishing it in the beginning, paying the bills, so on. Classes have been okay. My Junior Comp requirement is over after tomorrow (assuming I get my last essay finished by then, which I probably will), and it was the simplest fucking class of my life. Four weeks of watching movies and just talking. Once a week, I spit out a paper, with the grades going up incrementally. First a B+ then an A- then today an A. Fabulous. My history class has been a thorn in my side all summer, because the professor is terrible with deadlines. It's an online class, and he has no set deadlines, so things are due whenever he feels like they should be due, giving us no warning, nor any serious indication of what he wants. He will often contradict his instructions, sometimes in the same set of instructions (example: in the instructions for the midterm, he told us to respond to two of three quotes, and that he was looking for three separate paragraphs on the three quotes). Whatever, hopefully I can continue bullshit my way to a passing grade, bringing my history minor all that much closer to completion. Next week, I start my screenwriting class. We'll see how that goes. I've been watching a lot of movies. Nothing in theaters, I haven't seen anything in theaters since "Knocked Up." Not even Harry Potter. But Casey and I just peace out and watch movies in the house. Mostly, we show each other movies to get their reaction. Sometimes, we'll watch something we've already seen or we'll just watch something completely random. Casey showed me "Get Over It" (yeah, the Sisqo movie) and "28 Days." I liked both, not anticipating that. "Get Over It" was startlingly hilarious, with just ridiculous bullshit everywhere. We also watched a new movie called "Motel" made by the same people who made "Me, You, and Everyone We Know." I like the latter. I loathed "Motel." Casey is out of town for the next week. It's lonely here without pretty much the one person I see. It storms basically everyday here. It's pleasant. I've bought a lot more music than I should. I bought the new TMBG, the new White Stripes, the new Polyphonic Spree, some old Modest Mouse, and probably others. To compensate, I've been stealing music at an alarming rate. Don't tell anyone. Further summer plans: 7/21: TMBG in Cleveland 7/22,23: Reading stage directions for Merri Biechler 7/27: Seeing "The Simpsons" in Cincy (maybe.) Spider-Pig is my favorite right now. 8/3-5: Fucking Lollapalooza in Chicago. 8/10-12: Kansas City 8/24-31ish: Maryland. The dates are not certain at this point. But sometime within that week. Current Music: Supermassive Black Hole - Muse (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, June 29th, 2007
2:09 am	I'm going batshit. Need to have fun. Need to stop running a house and taking class. Fucking running my life, those two are. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 6th, 2007
5:08 pm	Thoughts on University... Interesting tip I just discovered: When it comes to selling back books, it's quite advantageous to wait a few semesters/quarters. I just went to the bookstore with a pile of books and ended up with $78.50. Thirty of that came from a book I used last spring. Interestingly enough, that teacher isn't even at this university anymore and I have no reason to believe that book is being used again. The point is I just made a pile of cash, and unless you need a few bucks right away, I highly recommend not selling books back at the end of every semester/quarter. Current Music: Slavic Accordian Tunes (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 16th, 2007
4:46 pm	It's a Bad, Bad World Things I'm excited for this summer: 1. Having a house. With furniture. And if one of my other housemates is there this summer, cable and internet. Sexxy. 2. Lollapalooza. There's about an 85% chance I'll be in Chicago for a sweet fuckin' music fest. One of the best lineups I've yet to see this summer. 3. July 21, 2007. On this day, Harry Potter finishes. A monumental day in modern literature. And the cheese on that sandwich is TMBG in Cleveland that night. I will be exhausted. And giddy. In other news, making kilos of fake cocaine is a stupid, STUPID decision. The mess was horrible. As was being mocked by a drunken stranger. Now I should be off to work on a paper. A seven-pager. That I haven't started. Due tomorrow? Yes. Oof. Current Music: They Might Be Giants - Climbing the Walls (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 24th, 2007
1:29 am	Life is good when, upon facing a 250-page novel that rambles and has more commas than a grammar factory, you realize that you could totally bullshit any of the potential essay questions with the information Wikipedia gives. I mean, I'll try to read H.G. Wells' "The War in the Air," but it doesn't feel nearly as imperative as before. Especially considering how vastly unreadable it is. It might be the very strong coffee coursing through my veins, but I prefer to blame run-ons. And besides, I'll definitely read the chapters from our text book and I read Winston Churchill's "My Early Life," the other book we need read for the midterm. That was a surprisingly interesting read, despite minor annoyances such as Churchill's strong reliance on intricate details about relatively inconsequential military events. And the fact that no one loves Winston Churchill more than Winston Churchill. He speaks of his accomplishments with buckets of smug and argues that his dissenters are morons. Well, more "states" than "argues." But he does have some cool stories and a sly wit about him. Wells is just a tool. Forgive me for babbling about history books. I'm mostly glad I'm taking this class. The format is quite dry (I play sudoku in each and every class of which there are 4 each week) and the readings are mind-numbing and circular, but I'm remembering what I dig about history. British politicians have the power of being just downright funny. Also, I get pride to be able to sit in a room full of history majors/grad students and be the only one to remember that 1588 was the year of the Spanish Armada. In other news, "Adding Machine" opens a week from Wednesday. My parents are coming to town a week from Wednesday. After tonight's rehearsal, our director proclaimed it to be "fucking amazing" and "the best he has ever seen." Okay. I guess if we can call "line" at least once every two minutes and still impress the man...I don't know. In other other news, I have Cheetos. And cold coffee. What to ingest first.... Current Music: Pinball Wizard - The Who (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 22nd, 2007
1:06 pm	Desperate for some Live So I'm seriously considering Lollapalooza this year. It's in Chicago, it's $195, it's the first weekend of August. It's got a damn sweet lineup. None of my favorites, really, but a lot of bands that I dig. Regina Spektor, Modest Mouse, Electric Six, LCD Soundsystem, fun stuff. Anyone game? I'm even considering applying to volunteer at the show, just to avoid the ticket cost. This is how desperate I am for a good festival. P.S., if you want a song that will please as well as confuse, download this one. Current Music: Clocks - Coldplay, feat. Buena Vista Social Club (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 17th, 2007
5:07 pm	Cho Seung-Hui, the murderer at Virginia Tech was a playwright. He was involved in a 300-level playwriting class (much like I was last quarter and unfortunately, I am not in right now) and was noted as being extremely quiet and solitary. According to the professor, he only smiled once in the course of the class. The plays the authorities found were described as "violent" and "macabre." Here is where I am offended. I write "violent" and "macabre" plays. The first play I wrote for my 100-level playwriting class last year was about rape of an older woman. The first play I wrote for my 300-level playwriting class last quarter was a story of two men who watch blind rabbits have sex and touch themselves. And now that artform is taboo. Insane plays are now associated with mass murder. Thanks, ass. I recommend going to The Smoking Gun and reading one of Cho's plays. That's macabre for you, and there is nothing wrong with the macabre at all. Tim Burton, Vincent Price, Stephen King, these are kings of their fields, none of whom have murdered anyone. Fuckin' Shakespeare wrote a play in which a hurt general feeds a woman her children in a pie. *Edit* I take some of it back, having just read his play. It is seriously fucked. Well, it's more just bad. If it were well written, it actually might be good. But no, it's written poorly, with illogical dialogue and random details about nothing. And a big-ass monologue out of nowhere. Current Music: Upright Citizens Brigade (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 15th, 2007
10:19 pm	Tonight at the dining hall, there were smoothies. This was new, those smoothies were not there the last time I was at this particular dining hall (granted, it's been some time). I had a lemon smoothie. It was quite sour and quick to cause brain freeze. I only said that, because I declared that I would post that to Livejournal. My roommate just heard me say, "Definitely" right over his head. I was nowhere near him, nor did I even say, "Definitely." Creepy. In other news, Friday was a toga party. And enlightening. Last night was 8 hours of movies. And a little more enlightenment. Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl. Current Music: Disco Inferno - 50 Cent (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, March 24th, 2007
12:51 pm	You know what's really cool? Finding out two days in advance that you're having 21 hours of rehearsal this upcoming week. Including during auditions on Friday. Including on Saturday when an awesome road trip was in the works. Yeah, that's fabulous. I mean, it's a good thing we're rehearsing. You just couldn't have told us before the quarter ended that we're spending the whole frickin' first week working on this show?? Yeah, communication. That'd be fabulous. Like give us more than a week's notice that you want a Shakespeare monologue for auditions. Or give us a certain date for auditions, even. Not a 90% certain date. It's this shit that I mostly wanted a break from. But I'm going back tomorrow. Firstly, I miss the people like crazy. Secondly, I'm going to make this quarter work. I'm going to enjoy acting again. I'm going to have fun. It's freakin' spring! I should be enjoying myself! And will I? I dunno, maybe. I'll get back to you. Current Music: Parting Of The Sensory - Modest Mouse (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, March 23rd, 2007
12:59 am	Cohesive Thoughts. Or not. Whatever. Okay, what's the deal? Last week, I was shoved 3 hours out of my way because of a massive freak snow storm. I drove eight hours through dirty towns and mass snow. This pissed me off for several reasons, the least of which being that it meant that home would not be the 75 degree weather I was hoping for. Well, that actually did happen today. It was fabulous. For the brief time I was outside. But wait! What's this when I'm driving back?? Thunderstorms! Six hours of thunderstorms! Fan-freakin'-tastic! This drive is going to kill me one of these days. I am going to die on the side of some Godforsaken mountain surrounded by hicks with an ambulance pulled by a cow. A stupid, stupid cow. I grew to miss Athens and the people there much quicker than I anticipated. After the intensive emotional strain that was winter quarter (which I've told basically none of you about, because I hardly talk to any of you and I never post here), I thought, "A week away from this world will be good." That week started Friday. By Sunday, I already missed my other family. Mitch and Lindsey and Casey and Leah and Emily and Cassandra and basically everyone else I spend my life in Ohio with. This evening, I got bored and damn near called Casey to play Stratego (everyone has a thing; we have about four), only to realize that I'm an idiot. I mean, she'd probably be up for it, there's just the fact that she's in Columbus and I'm in Rockville. And Stratego's in Athens, and neither of us could even get into said building, because the dorms are locked for Spring Break. Which is a gallon of stupid. Did I mention that we stole Stratego? Because we did. Just walked out of the student center with it. We often bring it back, because it's easy to play there. Next thing we know, it's 3 am and we're being escorted out with it in our hands. They must not care. We care. Last week, I walked into a lake. It felt amazing. Then Casey did. Then Leah did. Then Mitch did. Then Lindsey did. Then Emily did. Then Patrick did. It was also damn cold, but whatev's. People were all, "Casey, you should just walk into the lake," and she was all, "I would, I just don't want to get Mitch's seat wet," and they were like, "You know you want to," at which point, I grew weary of the conversation and just walked in. My wallet got wet, because I forgot to take it out of my pocket. Whatev's. We've gotten into the habit of going to West Virginia at the end of an extremely stressful day. There's 24-hour donuts in the last town in Ohio, and there's two 24-hour diner places not far into West Virginia. The Mountaineer Inn sucks. I mean really sucks. My intestines agree. Next time, we try the Omlette Shoppe. We also pee on the side of the road. I wrote my name. Casey and Leah couldn't, because they're girls. Emily still hasn't peed on the side of the road. Her loss. You'll notice that most of my stories involve a very small amount of people. I don't give a shit. I love these people. These people were my fun the last quarter. I'm pretty sure Leah was the only one on every road trip we took this quarter. And Casey was there for a whole lot of the good times. And the shit times. Granted, we all had the shit times. Mitch and Lindsey weren't so much involved in the wild fun times, but they're like my roommates. Well, Mitch is my roommate. And Lindsey pretty much lives there. So it works. We have girl talk under the covers while Mitch naps. We talk about the people we're attracted to. It's fun. I had a dream last night. We were at war with Italy again. It was pretty much World War II, except it was 2007 and Italy invaded us. All I know is my troop had a room full of Italian hostages, and something drove me over the edge, so I whip out my pistol and blast the hell out of those hostages, killing them all. All but one. He wouldn't die. The first bullet didn't kill him and the other bullets wouldn't hit him. After we got out, he got into a van with his Italian hoodlum friends and then tried to kill me in a drive by. They might have. I don't know. I woke up. My sleep schedule got crazy out of whack this quarter. It can pretty much be traced back to early February, when Casey and I stayed up talking in the Bryan lobby the whole frickin' night. We were talking with Mitch and Lindsey, till about midnight when Lindsey went to bed and Mitch fell asleep on the floor. We just kept talking. Next thing we knew, it was four o'clock. Mitch woke up, told us what time it was, then went to bed. We basically stayed up because we could, but we still managed to talk the whole time. It was fabulous. It wasn't great in the morning, when the major breakfast we ate and the coffee we drank made us want to vomit. Also, the 3 hours of class was interesting. We were dirty and nauseated. But we still look fondly on that night. Granted, we did that again a couple of times, though never the whole night. Just till like 6:30 or so. The point is, after that, I was up till four for at least four days of the week. Waking up at nine or ten depending on the day. I miss these people dearly. I miss Casey, and I miss Lindsey, and I miss Leah, and I miss Mitch, and the rest of them. I've even grown less angry and resentful towards our opposition. There was a slight split in our studio last quarter. There was no real explanation for it, we just grew resentful. Mostly because we felt so much anger (and there was so much anger. So very much anger, it left me shaking at least twice a week), and they didn't seem to feel it. Unfair? I don't know. This next quarter, I plan on rediscovering what makes acting fun. It might help that I'm in a show. "Adding Machine" by Elmer Rice. If you're not doing anything the first weekend of May, you should roadtrip out to Athens. See a show, come party, it'll be a wild time. In retrospect alone, this quarter was not so bad. Oh, I felt a lot of anger at the time. But that anger didn't stick for me. What stuck was the good times. I miss those. Also, I got a 3.7, so that's worth something. Did you read all this? Why?? Current Music: Where Is My Mind? - Pixies (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 14th, 2007
7:43 am	Assuming you dream (which only assholes don't), there are always moments that you wish you could just frame. Some image that your mind made up that would look amazing on a wall and would be worth showing off to the world. This morning, I was awakened by one such image. I do not remember the basic idea of the dream or any context whatsoever, but to the best of my recollection, there really wasn't any context for this. What I saw in my head was a live security video of a parking lot, or possibly an alley. Some area that was empty and heavily involving concrete. The camera was apparently at such an angle, that it only shot the subject from almost completely above, sort of like Frogger. What the camera saw, sneaking around, was someone dressed as a crocodile, and on their back was Templeton, my stuffed giraffe. I wish that image could stay with me forever. As soon as I woke up, I forced myself to remember that image. And that is why I was awake at 6:45. That and the lights were still on. My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid, and I just wanna say one thing.... Current Music: Happy Valentine's Day - Outkast (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 10th, 2007
8:08 am	Hallway Interaction Series of odd events just now: 7:51: I wake up in dire need of water. No water is available at bed. Make the odd choice of leaving bed to drink from fountain. 7:52: See fat kid with no chin from across the hall. He asks me for my building key, because he locked his keys in his room and needs to get the RA. 7:54: I get water. Really didn't hit the spot. I am not pleased. 7:56: New resident comes out of his room. Looks nigh on thirty. He and I are both looking at the contents of my dry-erase board. There is a drawing of a dinosaur named Frederick and the words "You are standing in a drunk man's urine." I inform him that neither are my doing. He informs me that that is why he will never love me and then leaves. This is our first conversation ever. 7:57: Fat kid with no chin returns with RA who is not Bethany, our RA, but some other disgruntled person with a crappy job. He returns me my key, so I am free to go. 7:58: Quickly realize that the fat kid with no chin is truely stupider than I thought, because of how our building is designed. To get to the other side of the first floor, you need the key. On the other floors, you don't. It follows that he could have gone up the stairs, over to the other side and down the stairs (which we had to do at Halloween). I really shouldn't expect much from someone with a permanent facial expression that says, "I just did something nasty." And so now I am awake. Half an hour before I intended to. Guess I have to shower now. (Comment on this)
Monday, January 1st, 2007
1:54 am	The old man was a bitter drunk, which made him a strange choice for a baby-sitter. His daughter, Christina, and her husband Gerry were going to a very large New Year's Eve party down at the Radisson Hotel and were not aware that their usual choice of baby-sitters were all invited. Left with no one, they dropped off their new child, Rhea with her bedraggled grandfather. Rhea was just like every other baby before her, bringing both hopes and fears, having potential for brilliance and blinding terror. Despite this lack of individuality, everyone had been talking about the coming of Rhea for almost a month before she was born, when they weren't distracted by religion as common people are wont to be. Generally, the claims made were ridiculous, such as that Rhea would help someone lose weight or help someone get a better job or flat-out kill the president of the United States. Not that the child was not destined for big things, mind you, she just rarely listened to the dreams of others. Babies typically have weak hearing, as is. Unsure what to do with Rhea, the old man simply sat her on the couch and glared at her. Because she was so new, this was the first time he had with his granddaughter. "So," he said threateningly, "New life, huh? Well watch it. Because you will have to kill many people." The baby drooled, but the old man did have a point. He had, in fact, killed many people. Even in the last throes of his life, he killed world leaders and acclaimed musicians. "It runs in the family," the old man told his granddaughter. "My grandfather killed, his grandfather killed, his grandmother killed, over and over and over again." Because he was bitter and fresh with Grey Goose, the old man did not mention how the family has an amazing legacy of giving life, and each generation has improved on the last. Though not many know it, nearly everyone on the planet has, in some way, been touched by the life given by this family. Few hardly acknowledge the miracle of life, because it is a miracle we all have had. I mean, seriously, have you died? The old man's jowls and scraggly skin hardly moved when he spoke, and his long, wispy eyebrows, dark eyes, and lips that constantly moved with a slight uncertainty made him look like a burlap sack that hates you. The angry elderly would scare anyone, and it drove Rhea to tears. The old man dipped a finger into his drink and shoved the touch of alcohol into the baby's mouth. She promptly silenced, though more out of confusion than the alcohol. Why did this old man stick his finger inside of my face, and why does he seem afraid of me? Rhea was far more perceptive than the old man took her for, and he sensed this. "I've done some bad things." He admitted, his strong exterior cracked ever so slightly. "You will, too. To all of us. That's all our family is remembered for, the terrible deeds we've blanketed humanity with. We ruin lives, kid." "Not always," the baby replied. The old man stared into Rhea's eyes for what felt like hours and then finally smiled. The physical act of smiling broke the old man's face. The muscles working in a brand new, dangerous way reverberated into his brain and he died. The doctors ruled it as a stroke, which explained why the mere moments he looked at his granddaughter felt so long. As was tradition, there was no funeral, no mourning. Some lamented the old man, some praised him, but all looked to Rhea, because they all saw her potential, each one planning to exploit it in some way. (1 Comment |Comment on this)