Tuesday, December 21, 2010
where if i were mad at grace, i could talk to madee.
and if i were mad at madee, i could talk to ashlyn.
and if i were mad at ashlyn, i could talk to grace.
and if grace were mad at me, she could talk to ashlyn.
and if ashlyn were mad at me, she could talk to madee.
and if madee were mad at me, she could talk to grace.
i mean.
we all talked to each other.
and we never really hated each other.
at least i didn't hate anyone.
i miss that room.
i miss that bed.
and the pictures above the bed that ashlyn would make me.
the pictures that i still have in a shoe box that daniel gave me.
i also miss the shower.
at one point, we had a pizza pan, mugs, and 3D glasses in the shower.
along with our supermarket sized shampoo collection.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
that’s thirty for the week.
what would it be like if all the raindrops were candy bars and milkshakes?
(love)
i have miles to go before i sleep.
and we’ve come to the point in the night where the random food cravings are kicking in.
my car is just across the lot. an empty (hungry) vessel.
checkers, anyone?
miles to go before i sleep.
hours to go before i eat.
i ate breakfast today. oatmeal.
i think people forget how to love oatmeal.
like mary.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
'it is possible for me to finish this in the morning and not be rushed/stressed/suchas. shut your eyes, child.'
and so i will, okay?
i've started talking to my thoughts as i drift off as of late.
especially in between the initial alarm clock and snooze button alarm.
'this is YOUR time. Your OWN.PERSONAL. Time. Stop worrying about today and ENJOY your ten more minutes of sleep.'
And so I do.
I think the biggest lesson I need to learn is that the internet isn't going anywhere.
if i sleep NOW, i'll have TWICE as much in the morning.
My bed smells like sweat.
(sorry for that)
I rode my bed for ten miles.
Bed?
BIKE.
I rode my BIKE for ten miles. And also yesterday.
I will wash it tomorrow.
Wednesdays are good.
This is a blog post.
What?
Hey, everyone. I'm Blair.
How are you?
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
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Fancy cheese. Hors d'oeuvres. Classical piano compositions. French films. Swoon.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
MARTYR
Blair Bingham: It's for your own good.
And for the record: I'm not im.
#thatisall
about an hour ago ·
Justin: thanks haha
about an hour ago
Brittany Bunny: Gosh, wannabe literary, huh?
about an hour ago
Justin: haha. lol. i mean. pisses me off, buy im acting mature about the situation. ya know!
about an hour ago
Brittany Bunny: I feel you my nig...could've swore fb was a social networking site, not dr lebow's class. You handled it in a very mature way. If she decides to take offense in it, that's her problem. Kudos to you.
about an hour ago
Justin: lol. i deleted her.
about an hour ago
Brittany Bunny: Lol double kudos! Delete. Delete!
about an hour ago
Justin: HAHA.
about an hour ago
Erin: You deleted Blair?!?!
51 minutes ago
Justin: yea. cause she was being janky and trying to be my english teacher.
50 minutes ago
Erin: Aw, I love Blair. She didn't mean it, i'm sure.
49 minutes ago
Justin: yes she did. i private chatted with her on skype and she basically told me that it was unprofessional.
48 minutes ago
Justin: im like wtf. am on a freakin job interview or something. i just strongly dislike stuff like that.
47 minutes ago
Erin: Well, I read an article on MSN how future job employers are now using facebook as a way to get to know who they hire before they hire them, so maybe that is what she was getting at. I'm not trying to make you angry, but I don't think Blair meant to make you so mad that she had to be deleted off your facebook. You know her better than I do probably, she was in your class. It just doesn't seem like she would be spiteful over improper grammar.
43 minutes ago
Justin: Well I see it like this. I don't go on her page correcting her, and neither should she correct me. This is my facebook profile and i will write what i want, how i want, and when i want. if i needed her help i would ask, but i don't. if i don't get a job because of my grammar on facebook, then oh well. i don't need anybody to employ me that is worried about my grammar on FB, and not my skills. so. and im not made at you. you are just stating your opinion and i respect that. thank erin.
39 minutes ago
Ashlyn: When you post something on Facebook you are offering it up for judgment.
If you use Firefox it will correct spelling, at least. Just BTW.
13 minutes ago
Here's the way I see it. Justin wants to be a doctor. If I were dying, I would want him to save me without having to ask him. I, on the other hand, want to be a teacher. So I have taken it upon myself to save HIM without him asking.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Future
Friday, May 21, 2010
Conversation from 2007 with Stranger
-No. I'm just really tired.
"So you're just going to go home and go to bed?"
-Yeah..
"Well ok. What do you do for money?"
-I babysit.
"You babysit? Awesome. So are you still in school here?
-No. I'm in tenth grade.
"Are you serious? I thought you were 25."
-I'm fifteen.
"Oh gosh. I'm twice your age."
-And how does that make you feel?
"Pretty shitty, actually. Pretty, pretty shitty. I mean I saw you standing there. You're attractive. I mean you've got things going for you. And I'm thinking you are 23, 24, maybe 25... And here you are 15?"
-Yeah.I'm fifteen.
This is why I'm not going to Ole Miss.
-no thanks. i'm enjoying my coke and these things.
what things?
-you know... the things.
no mom. I don't know. what things are you talking about.
-the things that come with the coke.
mom. cokes dont come with anyting.
-yes they do! you know. THINGS. like fizziness. and happiness.
those are the things that come with cokes?
-yes. and i enjoy them.
i love my mother.
Hobo 2:"Or maybe you get drunk enough and have sex with a dead animal."
What an enchanting conversation. I love strangers.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
अ पूर्ली व्रित्तें ब्लॉग इन व्हिच इ कंप्लें फार तू मच फॉर माय ओवन गुड
Run down of morning:
Wake up to 85 degree heat blowing on me. (Aside from having someone purposefully wake me up for no reason, waking up in a sweat is what pushes me into a fine frenzy.)I suppose roommate/temperature Nazi decided to stick it to me by upping the temperature a solid twenty degrees.
At the same time a loud voice comes on the intercom. "If yo phone don't have a label, please come see me to get a label fo yo phone. If yo phone don't have a label, please come see me to get a label fo yo phone." Not only is this woman waking me up for no reason, but she is also using poor grammar. (I would say I was fuming, but it's hard to fume hotter than 85 degrees.)
I venture downstairs to clock in and hand in my phone. Administration says my dress is too short. (I'm wearing shorts and leggings.If I wanted to be immodest, I'd just wear the dress.) Upon turning around, she calls me back.
"Either lengthen the shirt or lengthen the shorts."
(I am terribly tempted to tell her to lengthen the rules in the handbook, but I refrain. See, my dress was longer than arms length, but she wouldn't take it.)
So I run up the stairs. Change into jeans. And arrive late to class.
I'm not a happy camper.
However. I DID finish my paper. As in I finished it for good. Done. Over. No more.
I can rest easy.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Talking to my parents as if they were your own.
I suppose it's because I view you as a brother.
And for so many months of my life, you were.
(But we were only actors)
I was surprised, really
To see you in a place where you once belonged
I followed you here only to find that you had moved off
Leaving me in this brave new world
(The last thing I heard was that you were a stripper in some gay bar)
You haven't changed at all
Granted, you're taller
And you have more memories now
But I'd say our relationship still the same
(and that's saying something)
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
I met Mr. Forward tonight. He was wearing sparkles.
me: how was the show tonight?
mr. forward: eh. better than last night. the audience was totally dead though.
me: well the audience is always dead the first night.
mr. forward: yeah. so you wanna make out?
me: ...
किंग James
I'm just going to be blunt here.
It sucks.
I give her credit for trying.
But I take the credit back for trying too hard.
I think she has broken every rule possible.
That is all.
Monday, May 3, 2010
तेच-नो
This should be called "Tech-NO"
The only lasting relationship I have ever been able to maintain happily is the relationship I have with my computer. This isn't necessarily a deep relationship: I don't know his past,and I certainly don't care to know about his internal problems. I live in harmony with my computer. He gives back on the exact level that I put in. We are perfect for each other. We've traveled the world together. He's introduced me to a countless number of people. He's the last thing I see before I go to bed.
Everything was great until the unthinkable happened. Last Monday, my lovely boyfriend developed a heart condition. And when his heart is broken, MY heart is broken. I don't know how to function without my Internet. (everyone knows the Internet is the heart of a computer.) One thing led to another led to another and a brain tumor was detected. I didn't even know my lovely boy was in the hospital. I found out by accident when I opened the doors and he was nowhere.
This morning, I went to the hospital to visit my poor baby, but before I could even see him, I was sternly greeted by his father, who happens to be his doctor as well. Father informed me that my lovely computer was in a coma, and he couldn't be saved. But because my boyfriend loves me and genuinely wants to look out for me, he held on long enough to have an organ transplant.
So I carry his insides in an ice chest (USB drive) around my neck. Outside appearances never mattered in our relationship, so I will search diligently until I find a new body. And once I do, I will arrange his organs in the exact location as his old home. Things will be normal again.
____________________________________________
Good gracious. Excuse that. Here's a summary: I had been working for months on a term parer. It was saved to one computer. The Internet on this computer broke. Then the hard drive crashed. Tech guy came in and took the computer on Friday, but ran out of time to do anything about it. He would have swiped its memory, but like I said, he ran out of time. Luckily, I found him this morning and we managed to save my files. He sighed a lot and grunted far too often for my liking, but it doesn't matter as long as I have my paper. And I do.
Hearing Voices
But I've never heard any of these people's voice.
It's almost as though they are fiction.
I can't sleep. My ceiling fan is shaking the entire room, and every time I close my eyes, I relive the exact same scene.
I have an hour drive to make starting in six hours.
Call me to keep me company; heaven knows I can't make conversation with real people.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
उफ़
Here I am. Sitting in class. Not necessarily working. But I'm minding my business.
When out of nowhere. Principal. Picks up 1284 page hardback literature book and SLAMS it on the floor. Two people were sleeping. Two people still ARE sleeping. Slamming books does nothing but give me a heart attack. Don't ask why Principal is in the room. She just appeared. (Is this room being monitored? Are there cameras in HERE too?) She makes the two girls move to a table in the back of the room (as if THAT would fix the sleeping problem?) and now one is sitting upright. Chin tucked against chest. Asleep. Peacefully. Once again.
(I swear. If another book gets thrown, I will pick it up. And throw it back. Not necessarily at the ground. Although your face DOES seem to get walked on quite a bit.)
When in the third grade, mother was trying to teach me how to spell "principal." I always thought it to be P R I N C I P L E. She kept reminding that the principal is you PAL. I now have reason to disagree.
Have you seen the movie MATILDA?
दरें स्लीप
In between two exploding alarms this morning, my mind managed to do something pretty amazing. Now a dream really doesn't sound too spectacular, but I'm pretty proud.
See, we're in my house as it is being robbed. It's terrifying. Three large men are banging on windows. Kicking in doors. My mother and I are laying flat on the living room floor in an attempt not to be seen. As the dream rolls along, the men make it into the house, find our family, and yell "We need a glass of water! Our friend ate wasabi peas! His mouth is on fire!"
They weren't trying to rob us. They just needed help.
The reason I'm so pleased with myself is because I am absolutely in awe of my little, broken brain. This was the first complete dream I've ever had. There was terror, there was a sentimental moment between me and my mother, and there was a comedic, happy ending resolution.
Make the best of your situations.
Turn your nightmares into comedy.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
September 3
I'm going to apply for colleges (at least one) next week.
I'm going to bring my trig grade up to a B next week.
I'm going to get caught up in my online classes next week.
I'm going to mail a Christmas present next week.
I'm going to get all of this done next week."
Looking back, I never knitted a blanket, I didn't apply to college until about January, Trig maintained a C (much to my dismay,) Online classes took ages to finish, and I STILL haven't mailed that Christmas present.
This shouldn't really surprise me, but it definitely bothers me. I make too many empty promises.
There was a book drive throughout the month of March for the Mississippi Delta. I had so much motivation. I had so many people who were going to donate. But the last weekend rolled around, and I went to prom, lost my phone, and fell asleep. I keep seeing pictures of people who donated hundreds, no, THOUSANDS of books, and I can't help but feeling like a failure. I wanted to help. I was GOING to help. I have stacks and stacks and stacks and stacks of books in my room that I got out JUST for this book drive.
But the end came, I didn't have the money to ship hundreds of books, and I didn't have the time or energy to pick them up.
We all know this is a lie though. If I really cared (which REALLY, I do,) I would have put my tired prom body in my car, and I would have picked up the books, dug into my VidCon fund, and sent the books up to the Delta. If I could have, I would have hand delivered them a week later, but that wasn't allowed.
I tried. I really meant to do well.
But you know how I am.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Inspiration?
This is the first image on a website of inspiring images. (The website is more of a cluttered desk drawer full of images that every teenaged girl writes in her diary, but secretly, I really like some of them.)
When I see this picture, all I really think about is the Sephora on 5th Ave. that is one block down from SAKS. That place is crawling with young girls who want to smell like a pop star. Crawling with workers who don't necessarily know anything about makeup.
Who needs eight tubes of lipgloss? It all looks the same. It all tastes the same.
My Advice to Girls: Whatever boy you are crushing on does not want to kiss your lips when they feel like honey.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
This is What You Get.
B - Bed size: Twin, at school and at home
C - Chore you hate: cleaning rooms
D - Dog's name: Chance
E - Essential "Start Your Day": Checking Twitter
F - Favorite color(s): Greens
H - Height: 5'7"
I - Instrument you play: guitarish
J - Job titles: Queen Bee
K - Kids: I love them
L - Liquor, Beer or Wine: Wine if I have to choose.
M - Mom's name: Super Woman
N – Nicknames: Bee
O - Outie or Innie: Innie
P - Pet Peeve: Passive Aggressive people
Q - Quote from a movie: "I'm the K I N G of the world."
R - Right or left handed: Righty
S - Sibling(s): A sister. And a whole lot of friends.
T- Time to get up: 7:50
U - Underwear: None if I have a say in it.
V - Vegetable you dislike: None.
W - What makes you run late: The Internet.
X - X-rays you've had: Arm. Brain. Lungs.
Y - Yummy food you make: I make it all.
Z - Zoo animal favorite: Can the Elephant slide count?
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
This was a first.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Back and Forth
Retained.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Oh, The Irony
January One
Saturday, December 12, 2009
VidCon2010
A video in which thetalesend speaks about legally blocking VidCon2010.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcrT4Q_M6cM
I understand why he wants to know where the money is going, but I think there is a better way to do so. Is contacting Los Angeles schools, malls, hospitals, and traffic councils really the most effective way to ask for a published budget? I fully understand why the LA County Planning Commission and other city councils were contacted, but from the sounds of it, all he seems to want is to know where the money is going. What do schools, malls, and hospitals have to do with the funds of a convention. He seems to have different LA groups and places in a fuss because they are receiving no money from this. Are you required to give funds to the surrounding area when having a conference? I'm honestly curious. What are the legalities and logistics of holding a major convention?
Monday, December 7, 2009
__________
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Liquid Leggings
Monday, September 7, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Next Week.
I'm going to apply for colleges (at least one) next week.
I'm going to bring my trig grade up to a B next week.
I'm going to get caught up in my online classes next week.
I'm going to mail a Christmas present next week.
I'm going to get all of this done next week.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
This can't be healthy...
Three weeks late.
I have 257 discussion messages unread.
My first assignment is to discuss my emotions.
I think "overwhelmed" covers it.
Monday, August 31, 2009
At no time while living are you unaware that you live a life of complete obsession, of a stretching of the mind and body of a yourself to the point of, we assume, near madness.
But you are a different sort of madman., one in full control of your tools, one who instead of teetering on the edge of this precipice or that, seems to be heading ever-inward, into the depths of memory and the relentless conjuring of a certain time and place that evokes utmost order despite its mayhem.
It's complicated, but there are pleasures everywhere, but there is also a very quiet but very sturdy and constant tragic undercurrent that concerns a people who are completely lost and only want some sort of direction or purpose or sense of community, because who would live if not for a want of connection and thus of love?
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Flopper.
Friday, August 28, 2009
A Recent Death in my Life
There is also something strangely tragic.
Five Stages of Grief:
DENIAL- Honestly, I didn't believe my toes had worked they way out of my sides of my shoes. Those brown, patent leather flats were my absolute favorite, and I am still having a hard time imagining my fashion world without these gems. "This isn't happening. Not now. Not ever. Please. Just let this be a nightmare."
ANGER- The shoes were near and dear to my heart, and my friend are well aware of this. It infuriates me to see my feet peeking out of the sides of my sole. "Who makes shoes like this!? Where is the quality?"
BARGAINING- "If you just wait and break once I find another similar pair of you, shoes, I promise I'll give you a proper burial. Just hold out until I go home soon. You can do it. Come on. It's okay."
DEPRESSION- Having breakdowns in class is not uncommon at this school, so it wasn't all that strange for me to shed a few tears in my Government class. "How could this happen to me? The love of my feet are gone. There is no way of getting another pair of these shoes. WHY did this have to happen now?"
ACCEPTANCE- And just like that. After all of the emotional turmoil, I felt better. I got over it. I moved on. Put the shoes in the trash. And moved on. "Rest in peace, little brown flats."
MIA Brown Patent Leather Pointed Toe Flats: March 17, 2008-August 28, 2009.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Monster Running
Third Floor Dash
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Mississippi School of Death
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Scheduling
Saturday, August 1, 2009
The Farmer's Dog
Monday, July 27, 2009
For Lee:
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Me vs. I
I posted on my English teachers wall telling her of how I almost made a grammatical error. (I am a grammar FREAK, and I cry when I make a mistake.) Her friend responded saying "lol." Teacher responded to the "lol" telling Carla she didn't understand how serious the matter at hand was though. She said "When it comes to grammar, Blair is more obsessive than me." Clearly it should be "more obsessive than I" because "than" is a subordinating conjunction, making the "am" in "I am" understood. I pointed this out to her and she deleted the post with the error saying she didn't know what I was talking about. She deleted my proof! This caused me to become incredibly light headed because I easily second guess myself.
She has now admitted to her error. And I am starting to feel better.
This entire post is incredibly rushed. I am still having trouble thinking straight.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Again.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
The Joys of that which is the Screen Cap.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Yesterday, she had a poetry reading in New York City.
Jesse Eisenberg was there.
He asked her to go get coffee.
She said no.
The last time she went to New York, I wrote down my number for her to give to someone.
I didn't do that this time.
I wish I did though.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
0/100
Lee needs shoes.
This is...
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
How much am I?
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Loss of Respect?
Monday, April 13, 2009
Phk.
But It's back. However I don't think my heart is beating normally yet.
Good gracious.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Omegle (II)
Stranger: Do you have anything interesting to say?
You: I'm sure i do
Stranger: Shoot then
Stranger: *cough
You: Hold on..I need a minute to type.
Stranger: Oh I would not want to rush you.
You: Close observation of a single subject, whether it is as tiny as Pasteur's microbes or as great as Einstein's universe, is the kind of work that happens less and less these days. Glued to computer and tv screens, we have forgotten how to look at the natural world, the original instructor on how to be curious about detail.
Stranger: That is not true.
Stranger: Plenty of people do it
Stranger: Just not the majority.
You: Yes. But it is true in some cases. However that was just a generalization.
Stranger: Plus, the truth is in the details.
You: Yes.
Stranger: Do you watch a lot of TV?
You: No i do not.
Stranger: Any at all?
You: Not really. I do sometimes. But I don't watch certain shows.
Stranger: See- I gave it up entirely.
Stranger: Just a waste of time really.
Stranger: Serves no practical purpose.
You: This can be true.
Stranger: Even the history channel.
You: However, there are things that can be learned from the form of media.
You: But that information can be found elsewhere.
Stranger: Televised media?
Stranger: Is that a joke?
You: Not really.
Stranger: Do you own a TV?
You: Not personally. There is one in my parents house though.
Stranger: Ok.
Stranger: Watch the news sometimes.
You: Why should I watch the news?
Stranger: It always follows a pattern.
Stranger: Observation of phenomenon.
You: It has its way of hooking viewers.
Stranger: They always show a few crisis stories, then a mildly boring or semi-comical story.
Stranger: Yeah.
You: It's all geared on gaining more viewers.
You: Which causes the view to stray from the basis of the story.
Stranger: When people think of subliminal messaging they think of hidden words.
You: But it isn't always that.
Stranger: Usually it is just the camera angle or film techniques.
You: The angle changes at least every ten or fifteen seconds. Your lucky if it even takes that long.
Stranger: watch a commercial. The shot changes every 3.5 seconds like clockwork
You: Always music playing behind sitcoms/soap operas.
You: Nothing is really real anymore.
Stranger: In children's commercials it changes as much as every 1.2 seconds.
Stranger: Nothing was real to start with.
You: True.
Stranger: Artist use lies to tell the truth right?
You: Explain.
Stranger: But there is no art.
Stranger: Explain?
Stranger: Ok.
Stranger: The novel 1984 was used to indicate the possibility of dystopia.
Stranger: It was fake.
Stranger: A lie. It really did not happen.
You: But that was a fictional book.
Stranger: Yeah.
Stranger: I'm not saying it is a bad thing.
Stranger: My point is that television is serialized.
Stranger: There is no art.
Stranger: You can still find it in film.
Stranger: Some film.
Stranger: Ok.
You: But television isn't necessarily art though.
You: I don't know how you got that.
Stranger: Then what is it. It is not true.
Stranger: And it is not a good lie.
Stranger: So what does that leave?
You: But what does the truth of television have to do with it being art?
Stranger: Nothing.
Stranger: I'm just saying.
Stranger: It is either truth or art.
Stranger: If it is neither than it does not matter.
You: Can it not be both?
Stranger: Yes it could.
Stranger: Do you read much?
You: What constitutes "much?"
Stranger: What was the last thing you read?
Stranger: And why?
You: I'm in the middle of reading now.
Stranger: Ok the book before that one.
You: Read a book right before.
You: Bought three books on Monday.
Stranger: Ok what were they?
You: Listography, The Boy and the Dog are Sleeping, How to be an Explorer of the World, So B. It, Love is a Mix Tape.
Stranger: Never heard of them.
Stranger: Any of them.
Stranger: Non-fiction or fiction?
You: Non-fiction.
Stranger: What is the one you are reading about?
You: How music has the ability to bring people to other places, and how it can trigger a person's memory just by playing a certain melody or harmony.
Stranger: I take it you have experienced this?
You: Yes.
Stranger: Elaborate.
Stranger: That was a verb.
Stranger: As in- I would like to know more about you experience.
You: A lot of good memories I have had have recently been brought back due to me finding certain mixed tapes. And I can remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I heard each song.
Stranger: Really?
Stranger: Like you hear a song and you remember the place and time?
You: Yes. Even the month and time of day.
Stranger: Do you remember what you were thinking at the time also?
You: Sort of. I remember the general feeling of the time.
Stranger: That's cool.
Stranger: And I'm not just saying that.
That was a recent conversation of mine. The music part at the end isn't really necessary, however that's where the conversation went.
I was just surprised at the persons ignorance. He posed an argument, however he could not support it. Maybe I am wrong though.
Thoughts?
Omegle
Stranger: but what is interesting...
Stranger: you are stranger
Stranger: but...
Stranger: i am stranger
Stranger: so...
Stranger: we are the same person
Stranger: and yet...
Stranger: i am you
Stranger: but...
Stranger: you are not i
Stranger: you are you...
Stranger: but then...
Stranger: if i am you
Stranger: then you must be i...
Stranger: no
Stranger: we are very much the same now
Stranger: we are i
Stranger: so how am i doing today?
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Fascination.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Home?
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Drip.
Moving.
As I find myself growing up, I realize all the circumstances in which I must decipher between work and play. Fun and funny. Childlike and childish. And whenever possible and or necessary, I strive for the former of each.
While in school, there is a definite line between work and play, however, I am always trying to make my work seem like play. I've learned quickly that it is all about your outlook and attitude.
In movement, I see everything as fun. I'm learning loads of new things and I have gotten so much stronger, both physically and mentally, from it. However, I am often find myself in playful spirits due to me loving to brings smiles and giggles to peoples faces. This, I have learned, must be left at the door once I enter the studio. There is a definite line between fun filled learning and goofing around.
Although "funny" isn't always called for in the studio, I have found that there is a difference between being funny and being like a child. I have always been fascinated by children. They have this fearlessness about them, and they rarely have the distractions of outside conflict. They are content in there own little world, and this aids in their ability to learn things so quickly. I think if every movement student had the childlike mentality, things would soon be easier, calmer, and wouldn't be this striving for top class rating.
It is a big step, but once our class has attained the fun, childlike attitude towards our work, we will soon see everything as necessary fun. And the entire atmosphere of our class will change greatly.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Escalation.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Sleeps.
- I slept above a room full of boys. I heard everything they said. They didn't know.
- I brought my guitar to the house. Everyone jammed. I love having musical friends.
- I made pancakes for everyone's breakfast. They seemed to enjoy them.
- I loved how easy it was for my date to make friends.
- We had a nice drive back.
- We need to talk.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Radnom.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Oh yeah... . . ...
Thursday.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Home.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Wave Hello.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Fluorescent.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Summer Daze.
History is history.
However that didn't stop me from doing exceptionally bad. I have a horrible problem of second guessing myself. And it is really starting to hurt my grade.
This has been a horrible day for more reasons than just the above.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Running Backwards.
Where are you, Fanny?
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
I'll be in the May issue of Vogue.
I spy.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Writers Block.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Eye am sorry.
Today.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
38 and Feeling Great.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Here you are, sir.
After some thought and consideration, I'd like to pass the Blog Award to Johnny Durham. (pumpkinsplat.blogspot.com) If I remember correctly, he was the first Blog (and Vlog, now that I think about it) that I started following.
Johnny, I love everything about you and your creative outlets. Keep up the good work, my friend.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Where's the plumber when you need him...
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This is me stuck inside of a sink. Mother nearly had to cut me out with a saw. This is, after she finished recording the moment on video. I was always a very adventurous child.
I wonder how many entries I can make in one night.