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.

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. 

Kindergarten.

"Well, we lost a lot of great warriors at The Battle of Fingerpaints," but we did win, with many casualties on each side, our right to eat all the glue we wanted."

Gavin is my little Kindergarten hero. 

He made this anecdote up because he couldn't remember anything from kindergarten. And I just think that is absolutely tragic. I remember loads from my five year old school days. 

One day at Show-and-Tell, a girl brought a doll dressed in Mexican attire. The teacher told us to guess where the doll was made.  I said it was made in China. And she sounded appalled. Clearly it wasn't from China. But you see, I was a very observant little child. And it seemed that every toy I owned had a "Made in China" sticker on it. So I figured it would be a safe assumption to say the doll was made there too. And to this day, I think it was. 

Just because you are wearing a sombrero doesn't mean you are Spanish. 

Mirror Mirror.

I set foot in this place a little over a year ago. I was wearing my rust colored shirt from my favorite art gallery, my brown BCBG sweater that I got for free, dark washed skinny jeans, and my boots. I don't know if you could call that "artsy" but it was what my parents wanted. I was planning on wearing my Keds. The most love pair of shoes I have ever seen. It's funny to see how many holes they've gotten since then. But I'm getting off track. I didn't know where to go or what to expect. But I walked into the Johnson Institute and my heart leapt out of my body. Hard wood floors, soft yellow walls, high ceilings, and exposed brick. The walls were lined with art work. Some of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Music filled the hallways, Shakespeare hid behind each door, and I could hear the dancing feet above me. It was pure magic and i was exactly where I wanted to be. 

Now, a year later, I find myself wondering where the magic went. The walls seem to be turning grey. And the artwork looks cluttered. The music behind me sounds strained, and every theatre major's line has an underlying tone of a forced nature. 

Now don't get me wrong, I love this place. But sometimes I long for that first moment I had here. 

Para mi?

A blog award? For me? Good gracious. What a dear surprise. 

This has, without a doubt, made my day.

I wasn't expecting this, so I am far from prepared. Please don't make me say what I am wearing. Oh please..fine.

I'm wearing my dance clothes. (Long sleeved t-shirt, short black dance shorts, and neutral leggings.) I couldn't bring myself to change for the drive back home. 

Lee, you are just wonderful. Overflowing "Thank You's" from the bottom of my heart.

Echos.

I am very ready to go to the hospital tomorrow. I'm sure I'll have loads of fun. I wrote a long blog entry earlier today, but it is in my other computer. Not my lunch box. I am so ready to go home for the weekend. Check the countdown. Follow me on twitter. I don't know. My head hurts. And I wish my father didn't read this. Please stop, father.

In other news, I have a pal named Gavin, and he is really neat.

Graham Cracker.

My suite mate just walked into my room.
"You have a D40?" She was talking about my camera. For goodness sake she was looking at it. Why ask if I have one.
-Yeah. I absolutely love it.
" Well, I have a D60."


Why on earth was that necessary. I personally think she could have worded it better. I adore photography and I can really appreciate a good camera.
But honestly, that just sounded like a story top to me.

You have this? Well I have that.
Suck it.



No Thank You, Madame.

Thanks for Voting for Contestant One.
Watch American Idol Tomorrow on Fox.
Sponsored in part by ATT.

If I hear that one more time, I might go insane.
By all means, I want Jasmine to do well, but gracious. Mr. Computer Voice is getting old.

Grey's.

I have an MRI on Saturday.
How amazing would it be to have Dr. Derek Shepherd as my doctor. Mmmm. Maybe an unknown neuralgic problem wouldn't be as bad with Patrick Dempsey by my bed.

It's not as bad as it sounds. I promise.



In other news, my English teacher is in Hollywood to see Jasmine Murray perform on American Idol. I love having famous friends.

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"This Video cannot be played. Find more videos like this at AOL Video.com"
Now call me too literal, but why on earth would I want to find more unplayable videos?

Signing In/Out

Whenever we leave the dorm building, we must sign out. Whenever we enter, we must sign in.
I find it strange how much my handwriting has changed since August.

I've past the "cute" stage. Past the "elegant" stage. Past the "legible" stage.
I am now enjoying the "graffiti" stage. Yes, I think I'd enjoy seeing my signature on a train car. However, vandalism will get me expelled. So I should probably refrain.

Much love,
::illegible signature::

Head Over Heels.

Isn't your head always over you heels? That's just a though.

I have my MRI on Saturday. I'd like to see a picture of my lil ole brain. Hopefully I can get a picture of it posted. That's bound to get me a view or two. I've gotten over a hundred profile views now. But does anyone read this or at least stumble across it? I'm definitely not one who begs for followers, but it sure would be nice just to know. I hope all is well in the world that is the Internet. I'm going on holiday soon. Backpacking, rock climbing, cave exploring, repelling. It'll be fun to be Nature Girl for a change.

Black Market

I was at the Hospital for two hours this afternoon. Granted, most of it was waiting, but nonetheless it was a Doctor Box. I got put on daily Migraine Medicine. And I have a MRI soon. And I got my blood stolen. The doctor asked if I was afraid of needles, and I almost made a heroin joke, but I refrained.
My vein exploded. So it got stolen twice. I thought that maybe my Intern was a Vampire.
He wasn't.

However, he is going to sell my blood on the Black Market. We'll make a good team.

Lists.

Things In My Bed:
-me
-A Guitar
-My Computer
-Play-Doh
-Pillows and Blankets
-A Capo
-A Lavender Marker
-A Stuffed Owl
-A book
-A Jacket
-A T Shirt

Things On My Refrigerator
-A Telephone
-My Video Camera
-A Calendar
-Soft Pastels
-Sunglasses
-Three Pouches
-Bloonies
-Nail Polish (Silver and Glow In The Dark)
-A Pencil
-Peppermint Wrappers
-A Headband I Knitted
-A Permit Proving I Pay For Electricity
-Paper From My Sketchbook
-Sleeping Pills

Things On My Wall
-Art By Morgan Welch
-Art By Josh Hailey
-Art By My Mother
-Art By Me
-My Paint Pallet
-A Picture From Summer Camp
-A Smoke Alarm


My Bed is Twin Sized. But my Refrigerator is Dorm Sized. I don't know why I have so much stuff on it. Honestly, I hate it. And I wish my desk wasn't around the corner of the room. My walls are normal sized I guess. I have two of them. Lots of space for art. Wanna send me some? I'd give you credit.

Hello, Nancy.

I don't understand why there is so much negative tension at school these days. The Theatre majors are stressed with senior shows, Vocals are pissy about everyone, visual artists can't get projects just right. And no one knows how to communicate anymore. It seems as though yelling is the only way to get a point across.

And I just don't like it. If you communicate with a spin of positivity, maybe people would be more inclined to listen.

Witty Title.

I dance dance danced all night.
Jasmine Murray is really great. Google Her. She lives across the hall.
Vloggin is neat.

Hello Johnny.

hey jackson.

Scripted.

I really don't want to hear it. All this about scripted reality.
For goodness sake. Let us enjoy our show.

Don't make it science.

I am nobody.

Do you know what it is like to owe your soul to something?
I do.

I owe Blockbuster $146.
How on earth...

10:00

It was a wonderful feeling waking up at such an hour this morning.
Almost three extra hours of sleep will do the body wonders. Granted, I didn't have breakfast. But that was quite alright. Back to the ole grind? No sir. I'm sleeping more than ever.

Shower Power

I can get effectively clean in under two minutes.
Thank you dorm room living.


I would like to blame my mother for not enrolling me in ballet when I was a small kid. I had five dance auditions with most of them calling for some French term that I did not understand. I'm sure i didn't do too well.
But that's alright. For all I know, I'd end up forgetting these performances as well.

Bread Box Freezer

In my very small freezer, I keep a bag of frozen fruit. That's all that will fit. But today when I ventured into the frosty box, I found ice cream. I do not eat ice cream at school, so it clearly was not mine. As it turns out, my roommate decided to stash her goods in my foodsaver because hers was unplugged.

I'm tempted to eat the ice cream myself. And leave her an empty box.
(I would never do that)

The One Hundred

I recently purchased a book called "The One Hundred- A guide to The Pieces Every Stylish Woman Must Own" by Nina Garcia.

Honestly. When have I ever cared about what is pertinent in the life of my closet? For Goodness sake. What is a Caftan? And could you please define an "Investment Bag?" My favorite outfit consists of a plaid button-down and skinny jeans tucked into my boots or leather high-tops. I don't know when I got this sophisticated persona about myself.

I'm quite content with my ragamuffin look.

Easter Sunday?

Thank you, Jackson friends, for getting blogs.  I miss you terribly.

My blog has been resurrected. 

NOTS

I didn't make NATS. And I saw it coming from a mile away, but it's still upsetting.

I also have four state tests to take in six days because I went to private schools. The whole cramming for exams (ie: Biology and Algebra I) just to get them over with was officially a bad idea. Because now I have to be tested on the information again. And tests are mandatory for graduation. Yay for non accreditation.

For the Sake of my Sanity

My dearest father, 

If you are interested in reading this blog, I highly suggest you to buy me a computer. I sit here blogging as I am quickly engulfed by Japanese cartoon followers. And if I hear one more reference to costumes or eye makeup, I might shoot myself in the foot. (It would be the right foot because that way, I wouldn't be able to drive home)

Reasons to Buy me a Computer

• Keep my sanity
• Save my foot
• See me on the weekends
• Prevent me from absorbing Japanese freak culture
• Help me keep this blog

Pan's Symphony

As I hunker down to watch a nice little movie consisting of mumbleing foreigners, my mother decides to conduct a concert of baning pans, running water, and buzzing dryers. And sometimes all I can do is laugh because I honstly don't remember the last time I enjoyed some peace and quiet. Or atleast some nice alone time.

I just finished a lovely dinner of rice noodles and hummus. The combonation isn't sitting well right now.

Jiggity-Jig

Home again; home again. It's nice I guess.
I miss my Shart School (Copywright SS) chums though. I was planning all day on writing a Feature, however, I left my list at school. I'm so very sorry.

blog blog blog.

Elevator Update

It is impossible to blog in peace without hearing complaints of elevator restrictions. The world might possible come to an end due to the use of stairs. (I apologize if you have asthma.)

867-5309. Call me.

Off blocks sin phone are slightly less exciting. However, I do have a land line. But I cannot call anyone on it due to distance. Shart School really knows how to cut you off from the world.

Take the stairs, you lard.

As of this morning, elevator access has been taken away from all juniors during the school day. And quite frankly, I have very little problem with this. Living on the sixth floor of the dorm not only gives you excellent views of a person's backyard, but it also gives you plenty of reasons to complain apparently. (And that is what everyone is looking for these days, isn't it?) By taking the stairs, I am hoping to have muscular legs and an excellent heart within the next few days. No heart attacks for Primrose, please.

But, for you dang art school children who have never been forced to exercise: suck it up. The stairs are much more beneficial than your moving box full of lard.

Braddie

OmG rEaD tHiS eVeRy DaY.>.> LoLz. !!!~~.