The Bloopers....

...so Youtube uploading was being a decent sized bitch when I tried to upload this video (and the previous one), so I just put them here out of troubleshooting laziness.

And these are the Bloopers to the Faustus Documentaries...

The Faustus Documentaries...coming to NBC

So....This is a video I made for my Major Dramatists Project. It's a parody of the play Doctor Faustus by Christopher Marlowe. It's pretty amateur...but...yeah.

Enjoy.



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I have something for you.

I don't like twitter, mostly because it seems like a waste, if you already have facebook and a cell phone.

But, for all the twitter Peeps out there, I present to you, the 46 stages of Twitter.


1. Hear the word Twitter. Scoff.
2. Hear it again from someone else. Scoff again.
3. Hear about famous celebrity who is apparently "On Twitter." Scoff, but make mental note to check it out.
4. Log into Facebook to comfort self.
5. Sign up for Twitter.
6. Give up because it seems dumb.
7. Loudly criticize others on Twitter.
8. Follow @johncmayer, @aplusk, @rainnwilson, @wilw, @mrskutcher, @oprah, and one other person you actually know.
9. Post tweet that is a variant of: "Trying out this Twitter thing."
10. Attempt to dig a little deeper into Twitter.
11. Notice rampant usage of words: "Tweet," "Twitter," "Twitterverse," "Tweetie," "Tweetdeck," and something called "RT."
12. Scoff again, this time in confusion.
13. Tell friends you "tried that Twitter thing, but didn't get it and it's stupid anyway."
14. Log into Facebook because that site at least makes sense.
15. Read story about Twitter somewhere.
16. Log back into Twitter.
17. Try to avoid saying Tweet, Twitter, Twitterverse, Tweetie, Tweetdeck, and ReTweet.
18. Respond to @rainnwilson.
19. Curse self for fanning out.
20. Log off for 4 months.
21. Come back, just to see.
22. Post something relatively funny.
23. Get RT'd.
24. Discover that RT means ReTweet.
25. Make it your life mission to get RT'd.
26. Install Twitter app on your phone.
27. No longer ashamed to say "I've gotta Twitter that."
28. Attend events with the sole intention of "Tweeting" them.
29. Pray to get RT'd.
30. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh.
31. Close computer.
32. Open computer. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh.
33. Think in 140 character sentences.
34. Compulsively check phone all day every day.
35. Tweet that you compulsively check phone all day every day.
36. Alienate actual people in your life in an attempt to impress ones you don't know.
37. Lose weight because you forget to eat.
38. Place phone by bed so you can check first thing in the morning.
39. Defend Twitter to the death from detractors.
40. Hear self, and vaguely recognize that you have become "That Guy."
41. Feel like, and start to behave like River Tam.
42. Vow to quit Twitter to preserve sanity.
43. Read this and change mind.
44. Think to self, "I should twitter that."
45. Recognize irony.
46. Twitter it.

ShaneNickersom 46 Stages of Twitter Blog

I think I'm still on stage 3 :]

*Logs into Facebook.*

Aha.

Guessssssss whatttttttttt....

It's Break! I'm on break! Until Jan. 11th, no school for me! Yay! Today! No School! Yay! Way cool!

That would've turned out to be a horrific song.

What I don't like, is this blog color. White is not the new black (or even the new navy blue)....I need new designz. (!) I will be finding new color schemes shortly. Maybe shortly after, getting a whole hip-er-ized new fandangled blog scheme. ...

?

This is a blog about white noise.


WSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Frik!

Ok.
So this jobless thing...

IS NOT WORKING.

Like, I definitely need to get another one ($$$- braces! wisdom teeth removals! car! school! food!)...but I also need to not have one. Even without a job, I'm still tired....... a lot. I'm still busy. I'm still frustrated and frequently un-motivated.

Is there a pill for that?

There's a pill for everything.

I'm not taking any pills.

But I do need to take steps...of action...somehow. And I still feel the need for a vacation, that I'm unable to afford because of the car-less situation I've just entered.

Did I mention I have no car?

The car is broken;

it broke last week.

I have no car.

Please proceed in banging head against wall.

mountain's bottom...

So....the SPAZ PROJECT.com hasn't been projected anywhere.
Nowhere at all.

...mostly because I have JUST recently acquired the time, mostly because I'm being lazy, and even more mostly because I've been feeling like this...

...Not just words, but EVERYTHING has been getting to me.
It's actually kind of ridiculous. I feel like I'm in high school all over again, but really, I'm almost done with undergrad. I will blog more, and dye my hair less.


I promise.

Oh...and for all the Taylor Swift fans out there... (or really anyone else who agrees that Kanye West has a way of being consistently out-of-line) Have you been Kanye'd Today?

peace.rs
xxxooo

I have something for you.

A song!!!

I basically feel like this right now for reasons that I will eventually discuss when I actually feel like typing.

Mr. Incredible - Sick of Sarah

Yep. That pretty much sums it up.

Yay.

Yo- So, School starts in a week. And this is what I've been doing this week to prepare.....

I'm pretty sure I haven't even purchased a book bag yet.

.....I am soooo not ready.

Do it Again. - The Chemical Brothers

Please do note that I named this post after the Chemical Brothers song because that is the song I was listening to when I started the post. There is no other reason. Lol.

Soooo, Yesterday was a real close friend of mine's 21st birthday. We celebrated prebirth date - Friday, and on-birth date - Saturday. On Friday, we decided to go out to eat at the casino and then try on the gambling experience.

You know how when you were little your parents would go out with their friends to the casino and get all dressed up? Well, even if yours didn't, mine did, and they made a pretty huge deal out of it too. They always went with a lot of people and wore lots of unnecessary perfume and cologne, and my mom did her hair, and my dad trimmed his shadow....

Well, apparently the casino IS and IS NOT that fancy.

I mean, when we finally got in (which is cool because I got in and I'm not even 21 for another 3 weeks = SKILLS baby, guys like girls with SKILLS), it wasn't as awesome as I thought it would be. Like, there were your dressed up people, of all age groups crowded around the card tables and bars. They were yelling, and laughing, and drinking, while playing blackjack, and roulette, and (some other card game name insert here). We're going to call them, the Happy People. There were big screens playing music videos and a girl's silhouette dancing to the song by the Happy People. The Awe factor hovered around the Happy People.

Then there were the Happy Hour People. Those people were spread out and about, hording various card tables with corporate business suit-and tie attire. They were on there iphones, blackberries, palm pries, and other various PDAs talking, texting, googling, and mapquesting, while simultaneously participating at their table.

Then, there were the Poker People. They were all in a glass room sweating and looking intense while being massaged and playing poker. They came in all shapes and sizes, but were predominantly men. A few had on sunglasses or hoodies, or both, I guess to disguise themselves. (Those few were slightly creepy.) There were a few really geeky looking people who seemed to have high stacks of chips, and a few a few of the Happy People and Happy Hour People with PDAs had wondered in there and they'd rolled up their sleeves as if to get down to business.

I felt as if the most dangerous fights could've started in that room.

And then finally... there were The Gamblers. Even though there were a lot of card table games and bars, the slot machines still outnumbered the rest of the casino about 10 to 1. Each slot machine of course has only one seat, directly in front of it. Apparently, other requirements of a complete slot machine experience include the machines being from 1981 (they looked old and boring). Apparently the criteria for being a Gambler is being 60 or above/and or alone, wearing clothes that you would mow your lawn in (as to not get your regular clothes dirty), and having a strong right arm. It was sad really.

Really it was.
:/

We circled around that place at least five times, while the SAME people pulled the lever towards emptying their pockets.

I can't see myself ever being interested in the slot machines enough to lose over one dollar. (Just to say that I did it.) Maybe if there was a Wii game or something with betting, I would actually consider playing, but I think by the time they upgrade in the casino to that, we'll have the new hologram system in homes across America. Plus, it's probably ruled as unethical by the government. Gambling would be an epidemic; people actually like Wii.

Interest-minded.

Ok, so now that I'm on the road to cease and desist working, I am re-dabbling into the world of my interests. I even practiced my guitar a few days ago!!!

I know, forgot I owned one of those for a minute there.

Well, anyway, I am getting back into poetry, by slowing writing (inspiration is slim these days), and by "keeping an ear to the street." Its easy to say you're a poet, its humble to know that you're not a great one, and you're working on it.


How might one work on poetry?, one may ask....Well, by paying attention to those around you in the same field. So, here's a little video for you that I loved that I came across floating in the land of Myspace.

2-inch sky...
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Also, because I am not only an English major, but a Film major as well, I need to re-vamp the projects I've only begun at the beginning of the summer. Let us remind ourselves of the quirky intuitive-ness of independent film-makers with a funny clip that bit at me on facebook.


Credit for ALL of these clips are due to an independent filmmaker named Ashley who can be found here (Myspace), here at Throw'd TV (Facebook), and on her website: BlameItOnAshley.com

And I've also decided against such a small font, it makes my eyes hurt.
Happy watching. :)

Oh yeah.

Welcome to August.

I've finally gathered the nerve to quit my job, and even now, I don't think I used much nerve considering the way it was executed. First off, I waited until my store manager finished transferring to her new location so I wouldn't feel bad, and then I told the stand-in manager. So, because I have no obligation to this stand -in manager Ann person, I didn't need much nerve to tell her that I quit, while giving her a month's notice. YEP, A MONTH'S NOTICE: which is pretty ridiculous-ly long, but as I am a shift manager, they may need to train someone, that was as considerate as I could've been. (All pics in this post are from Gwyn's, my old manager's, going away party...)



So that whole plan to read books all summer didn't necessarily get thrown out of the window, but it did dangle out of it while I took two summer classes to finish my associate's degree, worked, and volunteered as a committee planning member for a regional leadership conference for the National Society of Black Engineers (NSBE).

So, I will have no job come the second week of September, and I'm pretty much ecstatic about it. Yep, like actually overjoyed. I've been working 40 hour weeks since I TURNED 16, literally, and I'm going to love to having less things to focus on while in school.

Also, here is a book list I copied from a friend's facebook note:
BBC believes most people will have only read 6 of the 100 books here. How do your reading habits stack up?

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling (only the first one...)
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee x+
6 The Bible (started...)
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller x
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveler’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carrol
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens (started...)
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34 Emma-Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwel (A book before its time)
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold 65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas (Edmond Dantes is the man)
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce 76 The Inferno – Dante
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker (started...)
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery (en francais...)
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo

I plan to read all of these. Some I already have (marked in red). I also realize that I've read a lot of books not listed, written by the author's that appear on the list. Like, for example, Alice Sebold's Almost Gone.

September will be a beautiful month.

uh, uh, uh....nothing really.

I need to sign into all seventeen of my email accounts before they SHUT ME DOWN.

So...guess I'll be doing that tomorrow.

Homework:

I need to read. Law of Property and Real Estate Transactions. Ew.

Ew.
Ew.
Ew.
3 more weeks.
Now, to avoid strangling myself while in class...

Say cheese. ....Baking soda!?!

Goodnight :)

Happy Hunting!

I need new music!!!

I was listening to Pandora Radio in the car today and I realized that I need some new tunes. Whenever I get new music, I listen to it over and over again until I can't bear it anymore because I've overplayed it. Yep. So then, in three days, I need MORE new music. I just constantly need new music.

I'm an addict.
Don't look at me.
Look away.

Well anyway, I need new music. Itunes is expensive, and I feel the need to purchase music I like. (At some point, I'd decided that I was going to venture into the world of being a music artist, and I thought about how I would feel if people were stealing my music...) Zune has this thing, it costs $14.99 a month to download AS MANY songs as you want. Blah, Blah, Blah.
What's the catch?

The catch is that I have an iphone.
Zune is not Itunes.
That is "the catch."

Sooooo.....I wonder if I can have Zune software with an ipod. Hmm...maybe I can trick one of my friends into trying it first... ....

Haha.

Right.

MUSIC.
Shimmy Shimmy Quarter Turn Poulets. (that's chicken, in french)

Goodnight.

ATTACK.

Ok, so I've been avoiding my blog...like a bad friend. Not exactly like a real friend you avoid, but an acquaintance that wants to waste your time having you participate in events they host/do that you dislike. Yes, avoidation of my blog like a bad acquaintance. (Yep. avoid-ATION. I'm an English major. I can do these things.)

(Ha, ha. No, No, I can't.)

In the midst of the avoidation of this blog, I came upon the realization that: I NEED TO BLOG. I need to write (Type-whatever)! It makes me feel better when I do.

So, a lot is going on, mainly: brokeness. I swear everyone wants to hang out with you that NEVER had time before, now that you're broke. Yep (broke reasoning:), I am trying to relocate to an apartment, away from the house I currently inhabit. Yep. Maybe closer to school.

Definitely closer to school.
Possibly Biking distance from school.
You're not cool.
But ah, you are.

!

I finished Breaking Dawn. I have officially finished the Twilight series, all four books. Small: Yay! They were pretty good. They make you re-believe in love and destiny and all that.
I want love.

Pouts.

Seriously.
I really do. I want a really creative guy. Perhaps....

...random perhaps moment is over.

Enough Pouting.


Pump it up! It's like DDR.
(That's what we did. We pumped it....UP)

My eyes are getting heavy now....but do not fret my little ones, rest will not stop me from blogging...I am completely awake....NOT.

I need to do more than catch some Z's...

Goes to hunt down Zs...
(Camera pans out and we hear jumps of excitement; Zs are being caught all over.)

Un-friended.

So a little while ago, maybe a week, two weeks, someone un-friended me. It wasn't like there was this huge heated argument with hurtful words and fists or anything like that.

It was actually a rather small mild disagreement, one that you usually end up understanding by the end of the next conversation. So they decided to stop talking to me. I did not see this coming, although I should have.

I do need to be more perceptive about these things.

My friend, being the melodramatic person that they are, has acted this way before, quite a few times actually.

Back then, I cared.

We couldn't see eye to eye so they decided instead of talking to me directly about things, they would use indirect methods to communicate their disagreements. I would usually call, or write messages, or e-mails to communicate with them to find out what was wrong and to get things back to normal, pre-disagreement.

I do not like pacifistic behavior like this. There is a person at my work that tends to leave notes with overused amounts of exclamations points everywhere, and that cushions my foundation for quitting. I have learned that if you just tell someone, just sit down and talk, you can find out how much they care, and if they do, they will try accordingly.

Now, I don't care.
I mean, this is as much as I care, to blog about it, to close the subject.

I would not prefer a friend who gets agitated with me and decides to deal with it like this. I prefer supportive friends, and I have those. I have friends who would call me and help me just as sure as they would call to curse me out for something stupid I did. And they do. And I would do the same for them. I need my friends to be as close as siblings, I need to be able to share the good, the bad, and the ugly with them. I need friends who are a lot less emo.

I do believe that they wanted me to keep trying, to negate their choice.

I've decided to accept. I will not hound after grown people. That is valuable -guitar-practice and finish reading Eclipse and Blink- time. I have learned the difference from holding a grudge and learning from my mistakes, and I guess now is as good a time as any to put that information to use.

You live and you learn.

By the way, I finished New moon (yesterday) and am one-third through Eclipse. Then I'll read a few other books that I've read the first five pages of (including Blink). Then I think I will dabble into the world of F. Scott Fitzgerald; I need to catch up on my classics.

Bella and I.

Today so far, could be described as a boring day...but I've been sucked into the pop culture of the vampire book series, Twilight. I'm a little over halfway done with the second one, New Moon, and despite the fact that it is very teen-romance-y-ish and chick-flicky in its pages, it also is extremely, um, eventful. Every so often, it can be wonderful to immerse oneself into a book that literally has significant changes within every couplet page's crease.

This Bella surely did move to what she imagined to be the most boring place ever, and discovered that it was exactly the opposite. I wonder if that can happen here, in St. Louis. I mean, this place can be pretty freaking repetitious in that ways that things go about. I get slightly annoyed at the usual drunk-fun gatherings of my peers. I want more available sober fun. Maybe if I move to Kansas City (which I've heard is a smaller version of St. Louis), maybe then I would run into fairies and fire-breathing dragons, or Clark Kent himself.

I do have a fascination with Chinese dragons. I was born in the year of the dragon...

I need to get out of the house before my mind fills with whimsical creatures.
I'm going running. Lol.

memorial day.nightshot.

Everything looks better in nightshot....(or weirder.)

(video here.) (My camera died...will post soon.)

Catching Up...yay!

So today, I'm catching up.

I took my LAST final of the semester on Monday night (for THREE hours!!!) and now I'm finished until June something-th or another when summer classes begin. (I should check my e-mail, my professor already emailed me.) But yes, I am finally catching up on sleep and just about everything else. Today, I finished editing all the poetry on my flash drive, and now I have to hit two notebooks worth (of typing them into a word document for easier editing and keeping, then actually editing them, and then printing out the latest copy)of writing, but at least I've accomplished some.

I still have a decent list of things to do including apartment searching, fall class registration, and my website proposal (I'm typing it up so that those helping me have a better and more organizaed idea of my vision for it), but it's not that bad compared to usually when I have no time. Now, I don't mind haveing a million things to do, BECAUSE I HAVE THE TIME. This feels good. Guess I should go eat lunch.

WOW. I have the TIME to go sit and eat lunch.
ha.
yay!

4gothowprettytheriverfrontcanBw/out.ppl

So last night I had to drop my mother off in Forest Park for this soul/jazz/rnb concert thingy...and I'd originally planned to go to a café and do some homework, but after dropping her off, I drove around town instead.

First I drove through the Central West End, then headed towards SLU, then downtown.

I forgot that I even liked downtown.

I like it even more peering up at the tops of buildings through a sunroof...and because St. Louis doesn't have a HUGE downtown, its never overbearing looking at its sky from the pavement.

Then I drove down to the Landing, and while trying to avoid cobblestone (which messed up my last car, and I was now in my mother's car), I drove down to the riverfront. Yes, it is still a lot higher this year than it has been in the past, but not covering the steps of the arch like when it flooded in late fall.

And I took some pictures.

no, my iphone does not have a flash.

I'd forgotten how pretty the riverfront can be when its just there, without an event happening.
yep.

That was nice.

freestyle....raping???

So I was talking to my friend Hutchi......she's pretty awesome
and awesomely funny.....
...and she has recently decided that in addition to her other 18.5 activities, she's going to become a rapper.

Hutchi: My rap career is getting lessons

Jay: from....where?

Hutchi: the internet

if i can freestyle for 30 seconds

i'm at 6 seconds now

I think I'm starting to have too much free time somewhere in between waiting for the bus and walking home from the bus stop

Jay: ROFLMAO

sorry

laughing at your rap game

but if you're up to 6 seconds

i guess practice makes perfect

Hutchi: that was natural just right off the dome

raping in any time zone

ahhaha wrong word

rapping

Jay: lol

are you text rapping at me?

Hutchi: yes I am

Jay: i GOTTA copy this to my blog.

Hutchi: ROFL

12:33amHutchi is offline.

off on a saturday???

yep, yep, yep... I am. I'm off on a Saturday. I can't believe it. I think I'll visit the patio of somewhere and sit there....ALL DAY. I have no obligations tomorrow. Well, I still have some homework, so I'll do that too, but I have no other obligations tomorrow. YEAH.

insert random recent pic here???


Sleepy time.
sleepy time.
sleepy.
z.

ahh.

I have soooooooo much to do. I'll be back on here after this week of craziness, and I'll tell you all about it.... O_o

braces and writers blcok.

i have braces. i got them last Thursday. I already broke one of the little boxes.

i also have writers block, as in, I'm having a hard time formulating complete thoughts, let alone complete sentences.

AHHHHH. I need a poem for the poetry slam on April 22nd. I got nothing. This is all I got, and it's nothing.

Ah. Nothing but braces and writers block.

(holds head and screams.)

I...

.....am going to sleep...EARLY.

YAY!

tick, tick, boom.

bonjour folks...it's been a while, and the idea of blogging has been in the front of my cerebral hemisphere for most of the way, actually, the idea of writing was taking up the space, and blogging is just one of my many writing venues.

What's funny is that I have a lot lot lot of homework to complete before the 4 o'clock (pm) hour, so I won't stay very long. I just needed a litte smoke break from the madness I call, my life.

This afternoon, hopefully - if homework is finished and time permits, I will be resigning from one of my many jobs, that of the secretary/assistant to the Manager of Campus Life. I have discovered that the time munchers of my life include that position, and I cannot afford more time taken away from ME. I need it back, damnit. Seriously though, I've been stressing out so much over getting things done (one of the reasons I haven't blogged too much), and I have so many things to do that there is never a moment when my head ceases to spin.

And on another note, I may have to cut some other factors out too, I guess wanting time for myself may be self-ish, but I'm starting to dislike being obligated to spend time with others.

I may be becoming a flaker.

Flaker: one who negates to participate; one who choses to disinclude oneself from the happenings of liked peers, associates, or friends; one who is invited within rhetorical questions...

Oh well. At least flakers have time, and choices as to how they will utilize their time. I, do not.

Not yet...but I refuse to let stress make me explode.

I will soon enough finish that chapter and play the chords of my electric guitar, and frolic, yes FROLIC!

Lucky flaker bastards.

ouch.

on my way home from gym class (to take a shower), I turned the corner of the main street that connects to my street a few blocks down...

It happened in 5 seconds...and I saw it like this....

A heavy set woman with caramel skin and short hair, in a fitting pink t-shirt and fitting black shorts on was reaching towards a house from the edge of it's lawn.

A tall black man in a tall white tee and blue jeans was pulling her away from the house...

A house with the lawn perfectly in tact, the porch perfectly in tact, the front perfectly in tact, with an open front door...

Looking into the front door I noticed something quite stomach turning, despite the fact that I had no real connection with these people...

The house was ON FIRE.

I looked into the front door, which was open enough to see the back of the house if the architecture was so permitting; and the second doorway, which may have formerly been a hall or something was AFLAME. Walls and doorways inside of the house were black and on fire.

I did not stop driving. I was already heading down the street and did not realize what I had actually seen until about a block later.

And I checked my rear view mirror, and the police had arrived, and I heard fire trucks blaring in the close distance.

hmph.

Whatever.

I find now that I find myself being annoyed with people who are in that complete stage of rebellion (except for my sisters, they are 15 and 17). But I mean, I've been hanging out with lots of different people, and I find myself asking myself (in my head), "am I too serious??? Do I need a different kind of fun???"

I mean....I guess it is me then. I am quite serious sometimes, and overact a lot. Maybe its all me, or maybe everyone is destined for the immaturity in which they embody ...for life.

Maybe I'm just annoyed. Or maybe I'm not overacting, and maybe I coincidentally really am lost in a deep sea of immature people, cause that's how I feel, and it's bothering the hell outta me.

A lesson not learned, will be repeated.

What is the lesson here?

or maybe there is just too much going on right now.

I need to clear my head.

pull.

I saw PUSH. It was GOOD.
(the movie.)

Soooo....I am glad February is almost over. I've been a part of every Black History Month Celebration, and I love Black History Month, but being on the committee to plan the events that go along with it has been ridiculous like no other...

We ended this month with a jazz concert and chocolate display and it was lovely.

And then I went to the movies and saw PUSH and it was awesome.

I think I'm too sleepy to care to blog right now, though.

Yes, I think I will log off facebook and hit the sac.

nightys.

fooled or foiled...or NEITHER.

so, I'm finally finished with the play!!!

It's a relief, and also slightly depressing... so...I assumed the role of 'Isabella' in a theatrical production called "The Deceived," written by the 'Intronati di Siena' which is Italian for 'the Dazed of Siena. Its a comedy written in the 1520s, right before women were allowed to participate in theatrical productions. It is also said to have inspired Shakespeare's play, 'the Twelth Night.'

Any who, I participated in about a scene and a half (for the rest of the play I was like an imaginary creature, I was mentioned doing something more than I actually appeared in person)...it wasn't too big of a part, but apparently my main scene was crucial because I must have been told to do it at least a million times.

Now that I reflect, I'm glad my role was on the smaller side because I'm kind of busy; I most definitely believed that I would've went into cardiac arrest having a plays worth of lines. It wasn't too hard to remember...but acting is a lot harder than I recall (that is, recalling my last acting experience which was in the 5th grade...O_o).

Here is the only picture I have....it's me after one of our five shows, after I'm out of costume of course...

The Director, who was also the advisor/professor/overseer, said that we must always remember that theater is ephemeral, short-lived, and that is how it is intended to be.

So 'the Deceived,' kind of happened, lasted a little while, then ended...and that made it seem simple, yet while enduring rehearsals, meeting ridiculously different people who all came together to accomplish a common goal, memorizing lines, and learning that the sames jokes that were funny in the 1520s can be funny in today's day in age, was very complex.

Theatre then, is like a flower. It does everything it can to prepare for the day at which it blooms; it blossoms, and then its gone, but still lovely in memory.

Siamo degli attori.
Italian: We are actors.

really though?

"Boy you is in college college!" ...is what I heard someone say in the lunch room today. Enough said.

smiling inside.

so apparently ...when a post auto saves, it uses the time at which it was written??? who knew? (rhetorical.)

insert random photo here:

So, I feel a little bit tingly inside. I was having a normal boring day...had to work at 5pm. Well, there's a guy who comes in sometimes...and I remembered his name...and anyways...he was sitting at a table on his laptop for a while...and when he left he handed me a cd.

Yep, he burned me a cd. Isn't that weird?

It is weird.

But what was really weird about it was that I played it on my way home in the car, and its awesome. I mean, I LOVE the songs on this cd.

Number one, I love music in general. I carefully made about 4 playlists today and spent about 60 bucks on itunes, without downloading all the music that I really wanted to.

Number two, the selection of music on this cd is fabulous. There's a few Common tracks from his new cd (with Cee-lo and Kanye- two awesome artists), Ryan Leslie, Res - including They Say Vision - which I love and which I jammed to on the way home. There's a Ne-yo song I've never heard (which makes me sad that I've been missing out, because I listen to two of his cds religiously), Dwele (must be off of his newest album, its the only one I don't have), J. Holiday (self-explanatory), Adele (she's awesome, and I have those songs), and two more artists that I haven't heard of, but their music fits perfectly in there ( neo-soul real hip jop -ish tunes). And lets not forget Raheem Devaughn...he put Raheem Devaughn on there.

Wow.



This cd is awesome.

He has great taste in music.

Where ever you are...

Thank you.

Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine's Day to YOU ALL!!!!!

yeah.
So....by the way....I don't really have a Valentine. It's mostly my fault because I'm too busy for one, and the rest of the world's fault because that's where I live, on Earth.

yep. So I've decided to stab every couple I see today with a butter knife. Yep, right through the pupil.

So this week has been CRAZY. (Chaos Reigning down Amongst Zealous Yogurt) - isn't it funny I had a word for "z" that wasn't "zoo", but not a word for "y?" I mean...I guess it could be "craziness rolling and zipping you ...up?" i think I may be tired.

Anyway, this week has been ridiculous. Besides both of my jobs being pretty far up my ass, I had two events this week, and two that I'm planning for next week...let's not forget classes...the reason why I even go to school in the first place.

yeah....and I let this post auto save without finishing it like 2 days ago....so I'm gonna go ahead and post it and start a new one...

i'm.a.sucker.for.music.

this video is awesome.

where is he now?

blah.ish.boom.bah.

i am too tired to really do this right now...and I need a shower.

Shower....
Blogging...

...think i'll stick with the shower.

Obama is the president.

I say the "inaugy."
O_o

Obama is awesome.

I was busy that week.

My car is on TWO flats.
My car sucky-suck-sucks.
I have a leadership conference this weekend.
My play opens in two weeks.
My grandma's birthday is tomorrow.
I need a university to give me free classes and room and board.
The screen on my phone is broken.
People are still texting me.
Damn losers.
I need people to stop texting me.
I missed the Vicki's secret sale.
My guitar prolly has dust on it even though I just purchased some new picks.
They are thick, they will help create crisp sounds.
Your face is crisp.
In gym today I'm pretty sure I tore muscle groups I didn't even know that I had.


yay.

I need a money tree.
Shower.

fly-levan leaf escence?

I just bought Evanescence's new cd on itunes for 7.99....YEAH YEAH YEAH....and its awesome.

Awesome doesn't cut it.
I need a thesaurus.
It's pretty formidable. (I say "FOR-Meh-DAB-BLA" because that's how is pronounced in french.)

This song....sweet sacrifice. Awe-cough- I mean formidable. Amy Lee's voice is chilling-ly awesome-formidable.

I will learn how to strum this song if it partially kills me (which means I'm willing to undergo a bad headache and slight nausea to learn the notes of this song).

FLY LEAF.
omg.

I've been hearing about this band for some time now....but a friend of mine showed me a few of their videos and I'm in love...with their music and their purpose. They are a christian band....they sing about God and dying and being thankful for life.

It's always thrilling to find out about good christian music. I tend to look past the traditional gospel vocals and southern hymns tunes.

the cd was 12.99 on itunes: 11songs, plus 5 acoustic versions without videos, those same 5 acoustic versions WITH videos, plus 3 regularly released (non-acoustic rock version) Videos, and a digital booklet.

WHAT A DEAL.

good music makes me smile...
inside and
out.

lost.

is what I am right now.

mountain don't matter.

mountain don't matter...

i've got to move it.

- teresa jenee

I've got to do something. I will-be-a-leaving town in a little while. I think. I know. I will have a paralegal associates degree in 6 months (which includes a class that I will have to take during the "summer session"). And then what?

So much to do in only one lifetime.

hmph.

And then I will -be -a-leaving my beginning adult experiences behind. I will dawn upon a new era in my life. Things will change. Major-ly. Decisions' after-effects will unfold and trickle down out of my head and hands to the ground and bloom all around me...

and everywhere I was and everywhere I will be.

And then what?

I may (possibly-leaning towards inevitable yeses and action) attend USC (University of Southern California). Its campus dwells within the boundaries of the well-known city of Los Angeles. There I twirl throughout the hallways, and within the dorm rooms, and down and up concrete walkways, and within classrooms, and within lecture halls and study groups and creative writing organizations, and about the theatre, and hover around the rooms that emulate sound waves constantly..... There I will do nothing short of "creating myself" which I've done nothing short of here...at home.

...or Syracruse...or Hofstra which both happen to rest in the horizon under the New York Lights.


why so far???

why not???

But isn't home where you make it?

I wish I could take it all with me...or at least large portions of it. Like people, a few places and scenes....

I guess the idea is that the "old" is past...and the past is unchangeable and immoveable; and I'm in motion. Newton's law tells us that...

An object in motion (c'est moi) tends to stay in motion, and an object at rest tends to stay at rest.

I guess my departure is physics then, eh?

in.se.cure. aren't. we.all?

Partially inspired by a few bad pictures, partially inspired by a trip to the scale (followed by disappointment), and partially inspired by a friend's blog.... I need to do something.

I need to loose weight.

Like...15 pounds...and I wish that that shit would just slide off me into my pocket (which it has kind-of did...) and fall out of it somewhere in a busy area like the loop or central west end so that someone greedy will find it and pick it up and I'll never see it again.

Dangit, too bad that weight isn't 40 dollars.

I've been working out somewhat to practice for a marathon. Now, it's like, screw the marathon, I just wanna be able to run it. Yep.

Guess I will make friends with fruits, and veggies, and the Y.
argh.

I want to dye my hair.
So here's the deal...I'm not allwoing myself to change my hair color until I loose the fifteen pounds.
...and I really love changing my hair color...
Yep.

help.

Well then.

chicago -yeah, yeah.

yeah. so we went to the windy city.
***

Pre-Trip....

At first I was just going to go purchase some shoes.....nike air max wrights to be exact (I'm picky), kind-of like this, but in reg. black, black with a pattern, and white, and 10x better...

...but no shoe store had the ones that I wanted... so I have to order them offline. So I went to Chicago instead.

First I was going to switch vehicles. My car is ....shitty....and I was going to drive "my other car" (by "my other car" I mean the car that my mother owns but neglects to utilize so I've been hoarding its usage for myself)...because it's better than mine, and safer, and cooler, and all that ish...but it needed a new spark plug.

My brother tried fixing it.

It took him about 10 hours to realize that he couldn't.
Don't even ask.

So, the next morning, we drove jay's shitty ford escort to Chicago.

Now...as I recollect on the drive...I'm surprised my car made it there, around town a bit, AND back.

I will be selling/practically giving away my shitty car in the next few weeks.

hopefully.

Anyways...Chicago was fun granted that we didn't kill each other, it was pretty cold, and that we only stayed there about a day and a half.

...small assortment of pics coming sooner than you thought...

yeah.

FACE.

my friend heel-toe...the bro. like...not my brother, but A BRO.
(bro: wears abercrombie and fitch, utilizes phrases like "dude," "what," and "oh my god, man" extremely often; plays ultimate frisbee...)

BO. last name unnecessary...with the awesome Joker-Batman tee.

we met up with Imani, who was already in town because this is her second home.

Imani's friend Rita's bench.

Pizzeria Uno

ME...Heel-toe

Chelbz....Bo

and we mostly shopped and did really stupid stuff like this...

and this...

and this...

and this.

and we liked the michigan ave.

now that i think about it, we took more pictures of us being ourselves in Chicago, rather than taking pictures of Chicago itself. I guess we've all been there a few times, so we're not complete tourists, we just get tired of how small St. Louis can be on Fridays and Saturdays.

blah.