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| The End |
| 01.27.05 (9:54 pm) [edit] |
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So it is with partial sadness that I end this blog. Read my Xanga or Blogspot Blogs instead. Peace.
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| Jefferson Aero Plane on a Thursday |
| 01.27.05 (9:26 pm) [edit] |
Word to your mother. Yeah, yeah, I'm back with another update. I was gonna update last night. It's Kiki's fault. Shake your fist at her. Or don't. She's a nice person and is having an awesome day today. At least wait till tomorrow to shake your fist. Be respectful. I realize I'm talking in mainly fragments, but I don't care. I'm not an English Major. Which is also a great song.
I'm in a really random mood right now. Not quite sure why.
I bowled the best game and series of my life, bowling a 158 the first game, a 206 (my career high) the second and a 196 the third, for a 560 series. I was mucho pumped. It was a good time. I've been bowling with a fun team, it's been great.
So apparently there has been some controversy or something with Dr. Midgley, our new president. See what happens if I leave that school for one minute? If anyone has any information so I can have a clue as to what's going on, please share.
So I'm starting another blog, but this one has a totally differnt theme. I am titling it, "Storytime with Bob". I will be posting short stories or my novel (one chapter at a time) there for your enjoyment. It should be interesting. I love creative writing and just writing fiction and poems and stuff like that. I like to think I have a talent, but I'm not really that good. Tell me what you think, and please be honest. I love constructive criticism as chances are its not perfect.
I've been very much into Relient K lately. I can find a song that is exactly how I feel every moment it seems. Trademark just seems so appropriate for my life as of late. Those who have not heard their music are missing out.
The talks with Kiki as of late have really put me in an amazing mood. She can put things into such perspective and really dive into who I am. I feel like things, spiritually, are improving as well. She is quite the encouragement to all facets of life really, and it's been a good time. I think something I will need when I get back to Rose is to find a church in Terre Haute to call my own. Anyone who is interested in this quest with me is welcome, but I think I need to just find God in Terre Haute as well. It is soo easy to find Him here, as He is shown in the lives of my family and friends, but He isn't quite as evident in the Haute. Faith is very much steered away from at school, as there are few there and we don't want to offend anyone. But I think I need to dive out and see exactly what it is I believe and why, away from family influence. I mean, I'm pretty sure I know what it is that I believe, but mainly the basics as I have never dove out of my comfort zone to just let God move me and see what He wants to show me. I can say this all I want, but unless I act, it means nothing, so we will see where things lead when I get back. Keep me in your prayers.
It's my, my trademark move
To turn my back on you
It's my, my trademark move
To realize I should improve
And sometime soon after that
You'll see me come crawlin back
So reading Nick's Blog made me want to watch "American Beauty". Such a great movie. Such great quotes. Kevin Spacey is absolutely amazing in it. It's amazing what can happen when a man decides he has nothing to lose and just lives.
So I was planning sleep, so I will end this with some Relient K of course.
if it hurts,
kiss it better
you wear skirts,
i write nice letters
never said nothing with flowers
though we always talked for hours
and it seems to get much colder
when you cry on your own shoulder
and we know the show
must go on
guess i know
i guess i'll throw on
some jefferson airplane
i'm trapped and i am enclosed
but i won't complain
i'll open all the windows
cause when it's colder
i feel much better
when i cry on my own shoulder
i'll just throw on a sweater and go
and i'll go to undergo a change of heart, a change of clothes
and when i'm home,
i think i'll go eat cereal and stare out the window
i'll make the calls
you cover your ears
niagra falls
still flows on new year's
i will save
your plunging neck-line
kiss your face
you try to deck mine
if i behave it's going to cost him
stop the rave in downtown boston
and we know the show
must go on
guess i know
i guess i'll throw on
some jefferson airplane
i'm trapped and i am enclosed
but i won't complain
i'll open all the windows
cause when it's colder
i feel much better
when i cry on my own shoulder
i'll just throw on a sweater and go
and i'll go to undergo a surgery to purge me of this lonely mood
and my ego, the status quo, provides me with a decent attitude
and i'll go to undergo a change of heart, a change of clothes
and when i'm home,
i'll think i'll go eat cereal and stare out the window
cause you confused me more than anyone
an adjustment has begun
to let me feel the desperate need to leave what we undid undone
and maybe you could sympathize
with the bags under my eyes
and we'll see the signs are saying that we have used up all our (tries)
try to be a better person
to be a better friend
to be a better son
he tries to be a better someone
that understands the difference
and that he can't show all the people
all the things that really mean as much as he could
feels like i don't remember
ever being this tired
before now my eyes were closed to all of the beauty in this world
jefferson airplane
i'm trapped and i am enclosed
but i won't complain
i'll open all the windows
jefferson airplane
i'm trapped and i am enclosed
but i won't complain
i'll open all the windows
cause when it's colder
i feel much better
when i cry on my own shoulder
i'll just throw on a sweater and go
and i'll go to undergo a surgery to purge me of this lonely mood
and my ego, the status quo, provides me with a decent attitude
and i'll go to undergo a change of heart, a change of clothes
and i'll go, oh yes, i'll go
and hope the new me shows so everybody knows
that i've found myself able to fly away
without magic feathers or jefferson aero planes
i've got with me all that i need
BTW, just out of curiosity, I was wondering who all reads the lyrics?
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| Worldwide Socialites Unite on a Monday |
| 01.24.05 (7:22 pm) [edit] |
So I wanted to update last night, but that drive home wore me out, sorry. But the drive home was a good time to really be able to think. I wish I could blog in the car. I have so many things that I would like to publish that I think of in the car, but don't remember by the time I get to my computer. Blah.
Cause I struggle with forward motion
I struggle with forward motion
We all struggle with forward motion
Cause forward motion is harder than it sounds
Well everytime I gain some ground
I gotta turn myself around again
It's harder than it sounds
Well everytime I gain some ground
I gotta turn myself around again
~Relient K "Forward Motion"
So I decided that on the road of life, I am a drunk driver. I swerve off the path in front of me, kind of blurred vision as to what is ahead and don't exactly have the best reaction time. It makes total sense to me.
I think it might just be alright
To leave what matters out of sight
Old habits die hard holding on
Inevitable means it's never gone
Told myself what I need to hear
I think the point was very clear
I showed me what we'd missed since we
Slipped into inconsistency
It seems as if my ties with you get severed
I cant seem to hold a thing together
I just fall apart, cause that's my trademark
~Relient K "Trademark"
I really enjoyed my weekend in the Haute. I wish I was still there. I miss all those people so much. Absolutely love my Sunday Dinner group. This week I made homemade pizza and priazzo. Priazzo is awesome. It's like a double decker, deep dish pizza. It was my first time making it, and it turned out rather well. It's crazy. Each time I cook, it's like I try to outdo the last one I did. This one is gonna be hard to top. Pretty soon, I'll just start going easy, so don't get used to these meals, guys. :-P
Initiation was great. It was truly a great time to see my little brother initiate his own little brother. I actually have the start of a lineage. He's a real good guy too. We all had a great time at banquet, too. There was a live band, which I was a little unsure about at first, but it turned out to be quite awesome. It didn't hurt having a hot date either.
So when I get to the moment that I start to think of way I might be content not going back to Rose, I go back to visit and see how much I belong there. I belong with the people, I belong with the classes that actually make me think. I belong at Rose. And I don't think I ever fully realized it as much as I do now. I think this whole thing has caused me to appreciate my friends and how much I really had just that much more.
We worked out more details of the apartment next year. I am rather excited about it. We found that living at VQ next year, that even rather high figures will be about half the price of living on campus. With those numbers, I can't afford to not live off campus. And it's gonna be a fun apartment too. Living with Nick, Mike and Adam, how could it not be a blast? Ya'll will have to come visit plenty. I think may even host a cast party or two, but maybe we shouldn't get ahead of ourselves.
Been having a great time talking with a friend of old that I didn't know that well, but our friendship has grown much over the past couple of weeks. She is such an interesting person and just a joy to talk to. She makes my day often, so my hat is off to her. She knows who she is.
Well I think I'm gonna leave you with some All Star United. I love this band sarcasm to get a point across. Fits me well, I must say.
At the top of the social ladder I speak
Let me welcome you here officially
To the back drop of martini clatter
Break the ice with superficial chatter
I'm glad to be this year's MC
To greet the chic and the elite
Yeah, you finally get to mix and mingle
Pressing flesh until your fingers tingle
Worldwide socialites unite
OK, alright
The band is grander than I recall
The talk is cultured, if a little small
Keep parading your charading manners
Keep pretending that it really matters
Don't ask, don't tell
And please don't stare at the emperor
In his underwear
Special thanks to the snack committee
Heavens, don't those tarts look pretty
Worldwide socialites unite
Enjoy the conversation
But try to keep it light
Just avoid the friction
And if you feel conviction
Well then, baby, step outside
Let's keep the "lite" in social
Let's keep the social light
Let's keep the "lite" in socialite
Worldwide socialites unite
Avoid the dreaded question
The meaning of our lives
And as to God's existence
Well, that's your private business
And, quite frankly, impolite
Let's keep the "lite" in social
Let's keep this social light
Let's keep the "lite" in socialite
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| All You Got on a Tuesday |
| 01.18.05 (9:24 pm) [edit] |
So this one will be rather short as I need some sleep, but I thought I may give you something to chew on.
So tonight I watched "Big" with Michelle. It was quite the good time. Good company, good movie. So for those who have not seen the movie, this kid wishes upon a carnival magic thing that he could be big, and wakes up the next morning as Tom Hanks. Well later on in the movie, this lady falls in love with him, but learns he is only 13. Now basically, I was thinking, how crazy would it be to find someone you totally connect with and become nuts about to find that they are a 13 year old in a 30 year old's body. I can't even imagine. Chew on that awhile and give me your thoughts.
Got to talk with someone I've never been able to just sit and talk with before. We had the same group of friends, but I don't know, I just never had a full, real discussion with her. Turns out we have a lot in common and just had a blast talking. It was great and we made an agreement that we talk more often. If by more often we mean more than before, it shouldn't be too hard, but none the less, the discussion was fun and we wish we had gotten to know each other more in high school, as we did after all spend 3 years in the same school and barely said a word. I think we talked more last night than we had all the years we had known each other. Crrrrazy.
I will now leave you with some Tait lyrics.
I heard you say that no one seems to care ‘bout you
It’s in your eyes, you think that life’s unfair to you
Just give it all you got, my friend
Just give it all you got, it’s not the end
Cause you oughta know
There’s a reason for these changin’ seasons
God only knows how much your heart can bear
So don’t you let go
Everybody has their up and down times
Everybody needs to know how much they’re loved
My friend
So hold on, it’s not the end
As I remember everything you touch
Would turn to gold
You held the secrets
To make your grandest dreams unfold
You were the very best of us all
But the sun that rises still falls
It’s just a love song
Cause everybody needs a friend
I’ll be right here for you
Just a simple prayer
It’s from the bottom of my heart
That He’ll never let you go
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| I'm Gonna Show You Love on a Sunday |
| 01.16.05 (9:28 pm) [edit] |
So I am trying something new and starting a blog on blogspot.com. I've gotten fed up with the inconsistancy of tBlog, so I am trying a new server. Check out both and tell me which one you like better. I'll keep both up for the next week, updating on both, but unless I get plenty of people saying they like the tBlog one better, I will probably be moving permanently to blogspot. For those reading from Blogspot, the tBlog address is http://bobprescott.tblog.com/..., and for those reading from tBlog, the Blogspot address is http://bobprescott.blogspot.c... As you can see, I am quite creative. I figure this way it's easier to remember. Whatever.
I am in a quite hateful mood, quite hateul towards Boston. Sorry Allison. You see it has been a Boston team to take the national title out of my teams hands in both baseball and football. Coincidence? Grrrr. Blah.
So this Strep Throat has turned into more of a cold. More Blah. I hate being sick. It sucks. I get to go to Rose this upcoming weekend though. That's exciting. I miss all my Rose peoples. I got to chat with a few of them. That was kind of interesting. Even if not for having an interesting conversation, it was interesting just the way we communicated. Through Nick. It is quite humorous to talk to 5 different people through one person.
So turns out a lot of people actually read my blog. I find it quite interesting actually. I have no clue who all actually reads, but at the wedding last night someone told me they read my blog, and even went as far as to quote it. I was quite amazed. However they had a different interpretation of my feelings, causing me to wonder what they have said to mentioned persons how they think I feel. Reading back over that sentence, that will probably make no sense to anyone but the person I am talking about in the first place. Maybe I should just stop being half way secretive. I dunno, kinda takes the fun away then.
So my friends, Betsy and Jeremy got married last night. It was a beautiful ceremony and quite different from the wedding I went to the weekend before. For one, the size. Betsy and Jeremy's was huge taking place in one of the largest churches in the area, seemingly inviting half of Millstadt. And Karin and John's was pretty small, only family and a few friends from church, in Bellecourt, where they also held the reception. But they were both good times. Michelle was in the wedding party and absolutely gorgeous. We had a good time dancing all night and trying to convince our friends to come on out and join us on the dance floor. Jadah was out there of course, as she loves to dance, and Sloth was out a lot, surprisingly enough, and I must say, not doing a bad job on the dance floor either. I was rather impressed, as he does not seem to be the type to dance much. I guess it just goes to show you that first impressions aren't a guarentee. But to get Sommer and especially Josh out on the dance floor was like pulling teeth. At a wedding, no one cares if you can dance or not, just go out there and have a good time. This is a celebration. In fact you can go out there and pull out some wacky, totally white moves and people love it. But people are still too embarassed.
Next rant, and its an oldie, but why do women go for assholes? Even these christian women who hang out in their bible study groups, full of young adults, co-ed, go for the assholes in the group. The ones that are nothing like the girls claim to be looking for in a guy. Are these guys just more attractive than me? Are they more forward than me? Can you not tell if I'm interested without being an asshole? I mean what is it that makes girls look at me, then look at an asshole and think, "Bob is a really great guy, but I think I will take my chances with the asshole."? Okay, enough ranting, it's probably a dead subject, and most of you are either rolling your eyes or saying, "Dude, I know, been there, it sucks." I found this article and many of you have seen it as Nick posted it on his blog after I showed it to him, but for those who haven't, you may appreciate this. Ode to Nice Guys
I really don't have much as it is hard to think with this bloody headache, so I will leave you with some Jars of Clay which have just felt so right.
Speak - say the words that no one else will ever say
Love - love like the world we know is over in a day
I'm gonna show you love in every language
I'm gonna speak with words that need no form
I'm gonna give you what you never had before
You're beautiful and I am weakened by the force of your eyes
So shine bright to separate the truth from the lies
I'm gonna show you love
I'm gonna show you love in every language
I'm gonna speak with words that need no form
I'm gonna give you what you never had before
So tie me to a tree and let the smoke and ash collect
No, I won't regret to let love do what love will let
We can drown in mixed emotions or walk across an angry sea
This is the cost of being free
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| Save Tonight on a Tuesday |
| 01.11.05 (8:13 pm) [edit] |
So I may have Strep throat. This sucks. See this morning I woke up with a sore throat. And then we get a call tonight to find out that the pastor's daughter, Beth, has strep throat and this sore throat that my dad, mother and I got may be more. Blah.
Last night had the thickest fog I think I have ever seen. We are talking fog so thick that the street lamp light never reached the ground. I would be driving and the car would nearly pass me before I saw their headlights. It was crazy.
Work sucks. It's either boring or highly stressful. Nothing in between. Although I have made a list of things I have learned so far from this job.
1. Your boss will probably be rather incompetant. Deal with it.
2. Your boss will assume you can always do it faster, no matter how fast you do it, even if you are Superman. Deal with it.
3. If two other people can't find a file, it may not mean it missing, just that your co-workers are just as dumb as your boss. Deal with it.
4. Patience is everything. Not just so you can keep your sanity, but so you can keep your job as well by not killing all the incredibly stupid people around you. Deal with it.
5. Radio does not come in well at work, especially in a parking garage. Country does. Deal with it.
6. Work sucks. Period. Deal with it.
See a pattern here?
Tonight I rented "The Village." Such a great movie. M. Night Shyamalan is a genius. This movie has such beautiful dialogue, I am reminded of Shakespeare, only I can better understand it.
Ivy Walker: When we are married, will you dance with me? I find dancing very agreeable. Why can you not say what is in your head?
Lucius Hunt: Why can you not stop saying what is in yours? Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why? What good is it to tell you you are in my every thought from the time I wake? What good can come from my saying that I sometimes cannot think clearly or do my work properly? What gain can rise of my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? That is why I am on this porch, Ivy Walker. I fear for your safety before all others. And yes, I will dance with you on our wedding night.
Got to talk with Jesseca tonight, just like the good ole days at school. I must say, I miss that. So thank you Jesseca, for making a wonderful night of deep conversation.
Oh good times. Well I should get to bed, so I will leave you with some Eagle-Eye Cherry.
Go on and close the curtains
cause all we need is candle light
You and me and a bottle of wine
going to hold you tonight
Well we know I'm going away
and how I wish, I wish it weren't so
So take this wine and drink with me
let's delay our misery
Save tonight
and fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
tomorrow I'll be gone
There's a log on the fire
and it burns like me for you
Tomorrow comes with one desire
to take me away it's true
It ain't easy to say goodbye
darling please don't start to cry
Cause girl you know I've got to go, oh
Lord I wish it wasn't so
Tomorrow comes to take me away
I wish that I, that I could stay
Girl you know I've got to go, oh
Lord I wish it wasn't so
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| Something Beautiful on a Sunday |
| 01.09.05 (9:12 pm) [edit] |
So I was gonna go to bed since I have work in the morning, but I got thinking and well, then I have to blog. So all you blog stalkers out there, thank Mike. And I guess thank Jesseca too, but anywho, these last few days have been crazy.
So Mike wins the award for most versatile blog...ever. He can be such amazingly deep, and like tonight, friggin hilarious. Here is his most recent post as I am such most of you will get a kick out of it.
Mike: Dang, I'm lonely... Girls suck. I hate being such a nice guy. I'm never gonna get any action...
Allah: Pst. Hey, Mike.
Mike: Whodat?!?
Allah: It's me, Allah.
Mike: All-who?
Allah: Allah, you've heard of me. You know in all those movies where the terrorists scream something when they blow stuff up? They're screaming "Allah!". That's me.
Mike: Oh... I'm not a big fan of terrorists. I think you should leave.
Allah: Nah man, hear me out. I got this fly situation for you.
Mike: Did you just say "fly"?
Allah: Shutup. See, I want you to strap on some C4 and...
Mike: WHOA!!! I don't think so screw boy! I've got stuff to live for! I'm an aspiring Computer Scientist! I think you should leave...
Allah: You won't have to do your DISCO homework...
Mike: I'm listening...
Allah: See you strap on this C4 and you go out and blow up near some people.
Mike: PEOPLE??? That's not cool... To put it in your terms, "I am not down wit dat. That is not 'fly'."
Allah: Hey hey hey man... There's a reward!
Mike: I don't really care!
Allah: I've got 71 virgins for you...
Mike: Look, I SAID I... whoa whoa whoa, you got 71 WHAT?!?
Allah: Das right. You heard it. Virgins. Think Fresh.
Mike: Dude, you totally ripped that off of Marsh.
Allah: So sue me.
Mike: Can I use my Fresh Idea card and go for a nice round 80?
Allah: My card scanner is broken, so no.
Mike: Do I get them all at once?
Allah: This isn't Utah.
Mike: I don't know... Sounds fishy... You never said hot virgins... Maybe they're virgins for a reason... Can I see some pictures?
Allah: Look, I don't run a dating service. 71 to 1. Its beats the odds where YOU'RE at.
Mike: Good point... hmm...
Allah: See this red button here, this is what you wanna push...
Mike: Hold up a sec. I've got other plans. You know, if I wanted 71 girls all to myself, I could just go hang out at Saint Mary's. At least then I could leave if I don't like what I see.
Allah: Yeah, but they don't have any VIRGINS.
Mike: Other girls don't count.
Allah: Damn.
Mike: Even so, I'm not that desperate yet. I think I'll just be kickin it single for a while. I'm gonna have to turn you down, Allah.
Allah: Did you just say "kickin"?
Mike: Shutup.
I encourage you all to read Mike's blog. It can be found at http://mikezimusprime.blogspo... Join in on the controversy. See I love controversy in a blog. I know people are often afraid of it, but why can't every one be entitled to their opinion? If I say something you don't agree with, think about it and give your side. Maybe there was something I didn't see, or maybe something you didn't see. But let's use our minds to come up with the most logical reasoning. And sometimes it's just different for everyone and opinions can't eb swayed, but we can rest in the knowledge that it was thought about with an open mind, and we hae brought all angles forward so we can make the best judgement. That's what I love about blogs with comments. A mind is a beautiful thing, and I love to see it used.
So yesterday, I went to a wedding with the ever most lovely Amy. We saw a couple, both our age get married, commit the rest of their lives together. Wow, I cannot imagine being married at this point in life. I have enough trouble taking care myself that I cannot imagine being mature enough to be married. I don't think I want to be that mature yet. I have a lot of life ahead of me and I need to take it one step at a time. It may sound selfish, but I have way to much going on in my life to think about a wife. As well as I feel I should be able to support the woman before I am ready to marry her. Right now I am living at home, at a $7 an hour job, quite a bit in debt and my academic future is not certain at all. This isn't the life to bring a wife, the person I love with all my heart into. I'm a little leary about wedding at such an early age, but something at that ceremony struck my mind. The pastor talked about how this couple not only married the guy/girl he/she is now, but who he/she will be 60 years down the line. Wow, what a profound thought, and not something people usually think about. In fact that seems to be the number one reason for divorces, that person had become someone other than the person they married, and so they want out. People forget how people change over time and that the person you married will not be the some person you married. Period. I don't care what you say, people change with the experiences that they have. Unless they don't experience anything, in which they will change because they will lose that grip of reality and life. People change, that's how we were made, that's how life is. You can't deal with working with someone as they change, you are not mature enough to get married and maybe you should wait on it.
But anyway, it was a nice simple wedding. I had a good time. I love dancing with Amy. She's so good, I feel dumb dancing next to her, but she loves to see me dance with her and that smile that it brings makes it all worth the while. I got to swing dance after I requested the ever popular, "Zoot Suit Riot". It was sooo great. I love it.
So I have found a date, so all you ladies who have yet to put in your resume, sorry the position is filled. I have found a wonderful young lady, who will be most fun to have there and quite the dancer I might add. I am definately looking forward to the dancing. I love to dance, which may be weird for a guy, but I don't care. I'm me, take me as I am. I am told this is a plus as far as girls are concerned, but most don't seem to take notice. Oh well, I don't dance entirely for the ladies anyway. I do it because it is soo much fun to just move to the music as we were meant to do.
Dang, this was suposed so be a short post so I could get sleep, and then I went off on my tangents. Oh well, enjoy. Here is some Jars of Clay because they rock and express me ever so well.
If you put your arms around me, could it change the way I feel.
I guess I let myself believe that the outside might just bleed it's way in.
Maybe stir the sleeping past lying under glass.
Waiting for the kiss that breaks this awful spell.
Pull me out of this lonely cell.
Close my eyes and hold my heart.
Cover me and make me something.
Change this something normal into something beautiful.
What I get from my reflection isn't what I thought I'd see.
Give me reason to believe you'd never keep me incomplete.
Will you untie this loss of mine, it easily defines me.
Do you see it on my face.
That all I can think about is how long I've been waiting to feel you move me.
Close my eyes and hold my heart.
Cover me and make me something.
Change this something normal into something beautiful...
And I'm still fighting for the world to break these chains.
And I still pray when I look in your eyes.
You stare right back down into something beautiful.
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| Resolution on a Wednesday |
| 01.05.05 (9:03 pm) [edit] |
Ok, ok, here is an update. Sorry I couldn't update before. I was doing so well and then holidyas hit, and needless to say, I was busy. Mighty busy. So now I will update. So this for you, Sami. And apparently the committee who decided I need to blog more.
Hmmmmm, so what has happened since Christmas Eve, when I last posted? What hasn't? Well to start off, Christmas was enjoyable. I got a new bowling ball, which I am very proud of. It is red, white and blue, swirled. It looks pretty cool. It also has a reson surface or something like that which makes it grip the lane even more than normal balls. Following the guidance of my father and Gordon, that guy who taught me how to give back massages and has five 300 games, I got it drilled with a finger tip grip. This way I can still put the spin I want to on it, and be able to throw it harder as I can grip it better. Apparently in the long run it will make me a better bowler. I dunno, I trust the advice of a guy with multiple 300 games. I also got a beard trimmer. This way my goatee can't get out of control. ;) I also got a few collared shirts and a pair of khakis, then "Oscar" on DVD from my sister, Kasey, and a really cool poster (baseball themed, of course) from Amy. I got to spend some awesome time with family. My brothers loved the gift Danny and I got Jimmy. Yes, you read right, my brothers. Danny and I got Jimmy "Need for Speed:Underground 2" for the computer. Jimmy is a car nut, so we felt this game would suit him well. Jimmy played it for about half an hour and then Danny tried it out and played it for the next two and half days. Jimmy didn't mind, as his fun came from seeing the car get upgraded and Danny let him choose most of the upgrades. Later Michelle and her brother came over as well as both Danny and Jimmy's girlfriends. Insert awkwardness. See my parents have been trying to set me up with her for years now, concerned that I'm gonna find someone from far away, they want me to marry a hometown girl. Now I don't even really want to worry about marriage right now, but that's the first thing they look at as soon as I date someone. But so there are my brothers, and their girlfriends of over a year. Yeah, Jimmy has been dating Maureen for over a year (it was a year a couple weeks ago) and Danny has been dating Leslie for about three years now. It nuts, nuts I tell you. But anyway, there are my brothers and their girlfriends, and then there's me and Michelle and you can tell they are all hoping for some chemistry there. And I dunno. There are many things I love about Michelle, she's one of my best friends for crying out loud. And I can't say I have never thought about dating here, because I have. But sometimes I wonder if my actions in the past (read:Kristen situation, if you don't know, I'll tell ya later) have caused that to not be a possibility any more. I don't even know how she feels about me. We may have been friends for too long, that we can longer see each other as more. I dunno, it's a crazy world.
Speaking of crazy, so on the night before New Year's Eve I was involved in a project called, "24/6", a 24 hour play festival. On 7:30 the night before, six directors each choose a writer and two or three actors out of a hat and one prop. Then the writer had till 6am the next day to write a script using that prop as a center piece or even a metaphor for the entire script. The goal was a ten minute show. Then the directors were given the script at 6 and had till 8 to make notes and such. Then the actors were given their scripts at 8 and had till 2:30 to have it memorized to be put on at 7:30 that night. It was a crazy fun time. Again I apologize to Nick and Mike for having to miss the party in C-Bus, I had forgotten about this committment I had made way back. My parents weren't too sure about me going anyway, so this made it more possible for me to come to Rose for initiation. So apparently the memorization can be pretty hard on stage for some people as when I got on stage, the other person there froze when it came to one of her larger lines. I even tried little cues, trying to give her hints about her line, while staying in character and not losing the flow of the script. That is the worst thing for an actor to ever see in another actor's face who is on stage with them. Just that look of "I got nothing." They know it's their line and they know there's something to it, btu nothing else comes to their mind. So I skipped down a little in the script hoping to catch her at a place where she remembers. But no luck. It was horrible. I thought I was gonna die up there. I thought, "I cannot carry this script, I need you to do something." Amazingly, we finally found somewhere where she had a little something, even though it still wasn't the right line. In the final blackout, I just about passed out. It was finally over and I just wanted to crawl away and hide in embarassment. Here I was with, at least in my opinion, the best and deepest script, and we had just comepletely flubbed it. In a script of six pages, we did maybe 3 and half of them. After the show my dad came up to me and asked if a little bit of that was adlibbed. I told him, "You could say little." "Oh, but not much I'm sure, I couldn't even tell the little you did, it just seemed like a lot to memorize so fast." Was he joking? Was he trying to make me feel better. Turns out he honestly couldn't tell the show had gone horrible. And apparently he wasn't the only one to feel this way. The only people besides the director and writer, who were amazed that I still pulled it together without much help from her, who knew that much improved, were the people we told. So I went from feeling like the biggest loser on stage, to an amazing actor who can keep a script that is dying together. Which is amazing symbolism for a play called dying roses about a guy who's wife killed herself. Great script. I was very much impressed with the script and the amazing deepness of it, especialy with such little time to come up with and write. Jordan, my hat is off to you.
Then after the show, I picked up Amy, and he headed to the Main Street Blues and Jazz Club. The guys who had put the show together had rented an upper room for a New Year's party, but apparently, you have to be 21 to be in there after 11, since there is a bar underneath, so we headed towards Justin's to party. He has a fun basement and we turned on Dick Clark's Rockin New Years Eve hosted by Regis. I still fin that rather odd, that they still called it Dick Clark's Rockin New Years Eve, even though he had nothing to do with it. So the only reason we really turned it to that was to watch the ball drop. Nothing says happy new year like the ball dropping as we count down the seconds. So two minutes before midnight they go to a commercial, leaving us a little confused. Normally a set of commercial last more than a couple minutes. The commercials are over 5 minutes later and they come on, telling us they made a mistake and seem to have missed the ball drop. WTF?? How do you miss the ball drop. You had one job. One. No one cares about what band you have playing, if you don't do the ball drop well, mission failed. Dick Clark probably had another stroke right there. All I'll remember from that program, besides there is apparently a reason why Ashlee Simpson lip syncs, is Regis coming on after the commercials and appologizing for missing it. ::blink, blink::
So by now, everyone is getting rather tired, I mean after all, we had been up since 7 am that morning and been moving about non-stop all day trying to get this show ready. I took Amy home and Michelle called and said they were heading back to her house for an "after party in St. Louis" party. I saw someone there I had not seen in nearly 4 years. I did not remember her being so absolutely gorgeous. She had about the most amazing, sparkling eyes I have ever seen. They just seemed to glimmer. I was intrigued, and had to actually make sure I didn't stare. I had fun with this group as I always do. Advice, you can learn a lot about yourself when you fall asleep, but are more of laying there with your eyes closed and not moving a muscle. I was most relaxed, but I could still hear everything that was going on around me, so when people say something to you and you don't respond because you don't feel like moving enough to do so, they assume you are asleep and can't hear you. And so they begin to talk a little about you without fearing of what you would think. It's quite interesting actually.
So has everyone made New Years Resolutions that you probably have already broken? People never make realistic resolutions and so they most always come up short. Some leave them so general its nearly impossible to tell if they have followed through with them. Like, I will eat a more healthy diet. Or I am gonna work out more. Unless you currently don't work out at all, how can you measure "more"? Should these resolutions be measurable anyway? Or are they just something to point you in the direction you want to be heading, so it is just a time to figure out where you want to be headed? I think we should treat more days like new years and reexamine where our life is headed, how we like it and any changes we want to make. If come February your life is heading in a direction contrary to where you want, why wait till the new year to fix it?
Caught up on a friend's blog tonight and I am intrigued by the level of maturity that is shown on her blog. She has decided to tell it like it is and just give her perspective on things, and a well thought out perspective from what I've seen. My hat is off to her, I'm sure she knows who I'm talking about.
I was listening to the radio the other day, and a Justin Timberlake song come on and it got me thinking, "Why do people hate him?" It's because he's white. Now that may sounds racist, but think about it. If he were black, people would love him. A black guy can sing like him and basically sing the same thing and everyone loves him and guys want to be like him. But a white guy does that? He must be gay. That's our defense mechanism. He's gay. White guys see a guy that girls are obsessed with and so to defend their masculinity, he must be gay. Girls do the same kind of thing. She's a slut. But not as much as white guys, and the thought just kind of irks me. We did the same thing with Leonardo DiCaprio. I see it more in music though, especially with boy bands. The Backstreet Boys were gay. So many girls we knew were nuts about them, so we had to tell the girls they weren't interested, they were gay. Hmmm, not quite as interested in them if you think they're gay. People of the opposite sex lose just that much hotness when you realize they are gay. When you realize, they aren't interested in you or your entire gender, they just aren't quite as hot. We try to do that all the time to guys we are afraid might be too hot for the girls around us. I dunno, maybe we are jealous, but it's not his music. In fact if usher had done some of those songs, they would have been the shit. But since Justin did it, it is shit.
I miss theatre, but it is getting better with my latest project. See when I heard that another church's youth group did a dinner theatre, I thought, how much fun would it to do one at my church. So my dad challenged me to do it. Make it a fundraiser for the youth group's mission trip. And so I found a script that I liked, pitched it to the youth minister. He loved it and gave me the thumbs up. Tonight I held auditions and I think I have cast an awesome group. I am really excited about this whole project. I am co-directing with a young woman from church who had wanted to do the same kind of thing but hadn't put it together. She is currently heading the drama team, something I had been running before I left for school. She has been in a few plays in college and stuff, but this is her first show directing. She has already come up with new ideas and great contributions, so I look forward to directing with her. You know what they say, two heads are better than one.
Reminds me of a "Ghostwriter" episode. Man, I loved that show. Definately my favorite growing up. Well I am getting tired to so I will leave you with a very appropriate for the time of year, OC Supertones song.
I've meant to do this for some time
I've gotta get it right this time
This time my God I will be Yours,
All my heart, my soul, and mind
Been so long since I truly smiled
But You touched my heart today
Reached through my mind of mud and mire
Consumed the idols in Your way
So I am brand new Today, I make my resolution
Been down so long that is seems like up,
I took it now I've had enough
Of the life that I've been livin'
It feels so cold this far away
So Today I will make a change
I will make a change today
Purge my mind of mud and mire
Cast all my gods away
I am brand new today, I make my resolution
Looking back the way I used to be
It was just me and God
Can I be there again?
Today I make my resolution.
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