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Updating... [27 Jan 2009|12:54am] Well, a lot has happened. Daryl is home from Iraq. The relief i felt at him being home made me realize that I had much more worry on a daily basis than I had acknowledged. He was in the worst segment in Iraq for fifteen months. The track he had to patrol every day, people elsewhere in Iraq boasted about passing through once or twice. In any event.. the last semester held a lot of happiness and some not so happy things. My shows went well. I didn't sleep almost at all for two months. I got engaged. Daryl came home and life moves on. I am getting married on March 14, 2009. It happened to work out that the fourteenth was the only day that would work with our future plans and our schedules to have the wedding. As a side note, it will be at 1:59, and if things go the way I plan, we will renew our vows on 2015 at 9:26pm because I like being a geek like that. Most of you don't need me to explain why. I have two shows to do before then. The only day I have off is the day before, and of course things will be crazy. That's how it goes. I found the love of my life. I have the loftiest aspirations you can have in the theatrical profession. Harder than being a broadway stage manager, harder than being the main stage manager for something as famous as Cirque de soleil... my lofty dream is to have a family, and work in professional theatre as a stage manager at the same time. Be there for my kids and still do what I love to do. And that is more difficult to pull off than 'success' in other ways in my field Though I will never give up theatre, I realized that I don't need my name to be well known or whispered in theatres around the country. I just want to bring some art, joy, culture, and fun to people who haven't felt theatre that way before. Anyway... take care everybody. I have homework to do and yet another show to work on. love you all. *sings* death come knockin at my daddy's door saying come on daddy are you ready to go daddy bent down laced up his shoes and went on down to the jordan stream singing hey ho my baby I'm ready Got my travelin shoes death come knockin at my mama's door saying come on mama are you ready to go mama bent down laced up her shoes and went on down to the jordan stream singing hey ho my baby I'm ready Got my travelin shoes.... 2 - talk?

wow [21 Aug 2008|08:26am] [ mood | awake ] So i never post on here anymore. I don't know why really, I guess it's just everyday life attacks and I check my myspace (i'ts one of the only ways I can contact daryl) then facebook (it's a way the department communicates) and sometimes my email to catch those oh so important "financial aid fucked up your shit" emails. Everybody loves those! Well, this summer was very eventful. I was absolutely exhausted after last year. I did twelve shows in the course of 10 months. Yes. Anyone who knows theatre cocks their head at that and wonders how the hell that worked. It worked by me alternating between stage management and lighting design. One requires me to be at rehearsal, and one can be done at three in the morning by myself in the dark theatre. It was a lot of fun but the drama caused by a couple of peopl eI worked with made the last few months of school absolutely horrible in terms of stress. I got through it though, and went into summer excited to not really have a schedule I was working at my dad's shop for the first part of the summer (it was supposed to be all of it i'll get to that in a minute) until june rolled around and Daryl got his leave from Iraq. He had been over there since november 5th so I was really excited to see him. We had a lot of fun! I went to mackinaw for the first time and we rode bikes around the island together. We also played pokemon together (each on our respective gameboys) while watching pokemon. There is no better way to relax on a rainy day let me tell you. When one of our pokemon would evolve we'd watch it together lol. Well, Due to reasons beyond his control he only had 200 dollars to last him the 19 days of his leave, so I ended up spending basically all of my money so that he could enjoy himself and eat out a few times and all of that. It was important to me, and he went back to Iraq in a much better state than he had been since going over there. The problem bacame when I got back from his leave, my dad's shop closed down. That was it's own drama, but it meant I didn't have a steady job, and only two months before moving back down to Detroit anyway. So I ended up working all of july for my dad helping move the tools around packaging them for shipping and painting his house and his wife's house to get them ready to sell. It was a lot of work and a lot of moving things, and basically that is all I did for the summer. The only other thing was that I finally went to New York to see my family again. My grandpa had us over at his lake house, and I went to my cousin Brittney's graduation. It was a lot of fun. We also went to the city and times square because My dad's wife and her son hadn't ever been to new york. (those of you who are wondering, yes this is a new wife yet again but this one seems like she'll last. Three marriages in four years.) So, I'm all moved down into my apartment in detroit. My kitty is enjoying playing with one of my hair ties on the futon, and due to being quite poor (i have $0.97 in my bank account and some change otherwise) until my financial aid hits and my job starts at the school in a few days, I'm just lounging around detroit relaxing when rehearsal isn't going. Things will get crazy again starting august 30th, but I'll try to actually write in this thing a little bit more often. So i Guess i'll end this with an invitation, anyone who wants to see a very good dark show with sarcastic humor throughout it, We have a free showings Sunday September 7th at 2pm or 4pm (that show hasn't been complately scheduled yet, one at 8pm on the seventh, and one at 4pm monday the 8th. Anyone who comes down i'd probably invite downtown to dinner as well. anyway, take care all of ya, i'm sorry i'm a hermit nowadays (not that that's a new thing i guess) have fun. 1 - talk?

People (a trans-gender commentary) [17 Mar 2008|01:00am] [ mood | artistic ] Among other things today, there was a philosophical moment that happened to me. It was profound. I don’t know quite how to describe it. I was in an odd mood to begin with I guess I should start at the beginning. I went to visit the Unitarian Universalist church near campus at the beginning of the school year, and was amazed at the quality of the service. Afterwards when I was meeting everyone, I saw that there was an older woman (who i could tell was a transvestite) sitting by herself. Some people talked to her and some people didn’t. I introduced myself, and she was very negative, in the way that people who have been treated badly will immediately be negative to new people. I don’t know if you know what i’m talking about, but if you’ve been treated badly over and over, generally it’s harder to be open to meeting people. I respected her wishes, finished saying hi, and moved on. Well, waiting for my food at Cass (I got it to go) I saw the same woman having a coffee down the bar from me. After sitting looking at the art for a while, she said something loudly to herself, but had snuck some looks at what i was doing when she thought I didn’t notice, so I responded, and ended up having a conversation with her. Her pain was obvious, and she ended up explaining in depth about how people won’t look at her straightways, always sideways, and it upsets her, and she went on about how people are too obsessed with body parts, and think her being in a dress is vulgar, because of the body parts, and went on to explain herself by pointing out that i was wearing pants. "You don’t understand. You ask why are you in here, in the bathroom, and say you shoudln’t be in here, in the bathroom, women all are obsessed with body parts, not who you are." Yes, her speech was garbled, and she was very old, but she looked at me twice after talking to her, which is progress from when we talked at first. People say it’s a bad habit that i talk to people, I know. But for a short while I think she felt that I understood, and wasn’t there to hate her. That means a lot to me. She wasn’t comfortable telling me her name, and I am ok with that, but If i see her again I’m going to say hello. Now, this was an experience to introspect already, then later I went to see the "creative collective" performance at the studio. I only stayed for the first half, due to all the work i should have been doing. There were good skits, and in my opinion offensive skits. Not offensive in that I was appalled at the content, offensive in that the content strove to appall me with no appropriate message, and did such in a way that was derogatory to parts of any audience. Such as making fun of two parents committing suicide, and ignoring the effect on their children because they didn’t want kids in the first place. But anyway, my opinions on that aside, there was one skit that made me think about the earlier meeting. That skit involved Madison McEvilly. Madison used to be Todd or something, and represents the younger generation of gender benders. She (I will continue to use the pronoun that the person prefers, as opposed to the literal) did a speech about how her identity is defined by the words people use, such as faggot, or ’mechanism for the patriarchial system to infiltrate the feminist movement’ etc. It politicized identity. She made a socially compelling commentary on how her position is defined in terms of the political sphere, but in my opinion did not have the truth that the woman earlier that day had in her eyes when she told me that the world was obsessed with body parts. "Were you born a woman?" She asked me. Now that is a completely different question than: am i a faggot because you say so. Having the two events, or dramatic incidents, happen on the same day and within the same five hours really placed them in stark contrast. The young generation versus the old in the gender changing social community. What it means to be a 19 year old wearing a stuffed bra onstage smiling to appreciative applause, or (from what i could guess) a 65 year old sitting alone drinking coffee at a bar, afraid at the chance of making eye contact with anyone. Some things i wonder about sometimes. I’m going to continue working on this pointilism for drawing. talk?

hey. i'm updating [10 Nov 2007|09:12pm] [ mood | calm ] just for you guys.. my desktop. following meagan-kaji's meme talk?

[15 Sep 2007|11:47am] [ mood | bouncy ] Meagan's Meme: 1. Go to Career Cruising (google it) 2. Put in Username: nycareers and Password: landmark. 3. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions. 4. Post the top twenty results Interest Rank 1.Set Designer 2.Makeup Artist 3.Industrial-Organizational Psychologist 4.Costume Designer 5.Director 6.Recording Engineer 7.Lighting Technician 8.Multimedia Developer 9.Cable Installer and Repairer 10.Producer 11.Health Care Administrator 12.Association Manager 13.Computer Support Person 14.Website Designer 15.Industrial Designer 16.Special Effects Technician 17.Carpenter 18.Film Processor 19.Welder 20.Boilermaker wow 2 - talk?

Wow [11 Jun 2007|11:05am] [ mood | nostalgic ] I don't have internet, as I"ve mentioned before, So when i finally drove (with our new car) over here to SVSU to finish the transferring stuff to Wayne State and all that jazz, I got a chance to look over this abandoned LJ, some Myspace and Facebook fun that I've been missing, and basically catch up on you guys, who I may not talk to often, but I love still nonetheless. Some of you are doing better than others, but I'm glad that things are going generally well, everyone is surviving! Whoo! I'm eeking out a bit of a life here in saginaw, making some money at the Big Apple Bagel here on State Street, and learning how to have a bit of fun outside of work. I'm still loving Daryl every minute, and he'll be able to visit at the beginning of August. Meagan, I am so glad that you are happy, I hope your body catches up with the rest of you. From what I can glean from the vaguest references on this thing, i'll call both of you to see how thigns are. I"m going to be in midland later today and might say hi to jordan too, I hate how I dissappear for so long. Logan, I hope you find some happiness, but you have to like yourself first. John.. i'm calling you too. If I can get a hold of you. Somehow I hate your cell phone. My little brother just graduated. I don't know why that is effecting me so much, but it is. love you all bye (zack, i'm going to visit ann arbor sometime later this month, are you there or here in midland? ) 5 - talk?

hm.. odd [17 Jan 2007|09:13am] talk?

time.. [23 Dec 2006|01:56pm] [ mood | working ] So i'm working on my applications.. well.. kindof. There's only so much I can do right now. I can write those essays, and i'm going to write the ones I might need to write for State, but I am not sure if i even have to turn in that application this year. Hopefully I get an email back. I'll get in trouble if i do it wrong, at least for the western application i've never applied there before, so it's all from scratch. I am so excited about thursday. I can't stop thinking about him, and honestly i don't want to. Why would anyone want to stop feeling the sex we're going to have (or at least it's equivalent in my mind) but also, alongside those thoughts, are hopes that maybe, just maybe, he's who i'm looking for. Maybe he'll be the guy that i can have fun with too, and do what i want to do. I dream of hiking. He'll eat broccoli! I can take him to the places I love to eat and he might even try the stuff, I can cook for him, (which i love to cook) I could see going anywhere with him and having fun, instead of being stuck in the house doing stupid shit like videogames. I could see us actually going to theatre events together. He may not want to go to all of them, but dammit there's a chance. I can see the chance.. the chance I could be loved by him. That i could have the sort of love that i've always wanted, where we worked together, and even with the stupid little shit, it all worked out fine. I can see all of that, and honestly, i don't see him being in the army as a hindrance to that. At least not especially. If things work out, with him in the army, so that i feel like i have what i want, and who i want, and love him and he loves me. I can't say what i'd do, but the army gives me time to do my school stuff, and find out what the hell my life is going to do with itself over the next few years, and i think if we're still together when he gets out of the army, he can be where i am, and we'd work. He woulnd't need to come back here, he would be able to leave here, and be with me, if he wanted. I hope for that, I wish for it. I dream about it. It's jumping the gun, I know. This is just all because i feel the chance that I could be so hapy with him, and so far, I am. I miss him so much. I don't think there's one thing he's done that I know about, since i met him, that would make me feel that he would hurt me on purpose. He's a honest guy. I've been honest with him about what i feel. I know i get crazy sometimes. he compliments me. in more ways than one. He tells me that i look sexy, and seems to actually care about me. but at the same time, we work together, thus far, on our ways of looking at life. that's what's so amazing. instead of making me feel like our relationship is a hindrance to what i want to do, where i have to choose between it and my school, or my work, or things i like to do like running around in the park in the summer, and seeing my friends, and all that, he is my friend. He doesn't have to go along on everything, because he has the ability to go and see his friends nad have fun too. I don't have to take care of him. I can be with him, and love him, and work with him, and make him feel damn good, but i don't have to do those things for him to function as a person. That feeling is amazing, because instead of needing me for whatever reason, He wants to try to be with me. He wants me. The real trial will be to figure out if he just wants me to have sex, or for me, his friend, as something more. I know it's at least some of the being his friend too, but i want.. so badly.. with all of my heart and soul, to be loved. I want to be loved by someone who is not obligated to love me. I want that sort of feeling of being important to that person. I don't need a big ego boost from all of society, no. I need someone to sometime, in my life, have that sort of pure love for me. I am continually finding that i have the capacity to give all of myself to a person and for a person. I have loved. I have not been loved in that way. I have my family love, and my friend's love. I know anancy loves me as her friend, at the very least i have her. I know i have the "family" for me too, john, chris, and all of them will always be a part of me. In relationships, i decided after josh broke up with me, that it's not worth the trouble, the pain and the misery, it's not worth the few happy times, the feeling of being useful, if I am not loved. It is not worth it if i'm not loved. If it was, i would have tried with melanie, with ben, with people who presented the possibility of cultivating a good friendship/fun time relationship. I don't want that. I don't even want all of everything i'm hoping for right away. I want to know it's possible, but work towards it. I want it to be REAL. real isn't perfect. I take back the perfection. I want it to be real love. I want to be loved in a way that i know is real and will last and isn't a fake front. I like sex. I love good sex, but it's just a part of everything else. Just as good is having a good time doing whatever the hell together. I want someone who will give me a hug when i need it. I don't have to think about what i used to worry about all of the time. Yes, i've been hurt. I've been hurt a lot. that doesn't have any effect on the actions and words that are happening right now. It has no effect on whether daryl and I will work or not. It just has the effect, if i let it, of making me afraid. and yes, i have fear, but i'm not actively afraid right now. I'm not. I'm excited and crazy and hoping and praying that what i feel is love, that this trip will be what i see it becoming. I hope i'm not taking too much out of his words, and going too fast with my hopes. I want him. all of him. less than a week to go, before i find out. talk?

I'm going out of my mind! [20 Dec 2006|10:11am] only nine days left! damn i miss him. I just can't wait. Except i do need all the time i have to work off enough of the money that my dad'll be ok with me going. Speaking of which, I need to start on those damn applications! aah! *runs off* talk?

on the subject of love [02 Dec 2006|04:23pm] [ mood | loved ] i generally post in here when great emotional happenings are going on in my life. I know i don't post all that often, and honestly half the time i forget what i've written and what has happened along with it. For now, i'm going to write about what i spent my morning doing. I spent my morning looking at plane train and bus tickets, so that I can see daryl for the holidays. Not for christmas, since I need to be with my family, but New years, i'm probably going down there. As close to josh and I breaking up as it was, I explained to celeste, when I had to ask her about the trip, why i needed to go down there. Daryl has been one of my closest friends for years now. I've had strong feelings for him for a long time, but I never acted on them because I knew it just wasn't right, the timing wasn't right, He had this girl brittni who he loved and was with for years, even though they broke up, he was still stuck on her for a long time afterwards, etc. I met josh, and i was happy with josh, and yes, i did still have my feelings for daryl, but it's one of those things where it was more a part of our friendship than anything else. Then daryl decided to go into the army, and I saw that it was a good choice for him, and it was the best thing for him to do, just for himself. I understood that. When he was in boot camp, i thought he would think of brittni. he thought he would be thinking of brittni. no. he thought of me. He told me this over myspace one day, that he thought of me, and he wasn't sure what his feelings were, except that someday, when we were both free, he was hoping that i'd be open to thinking about him too. He really liked josh though, josh was one of the only boyfriends any of the girls from the group had that Daryl liked. He didn't want to mess with what we had, and it wasn't his fault that I almost let it mess with what we have I did consider breaking up with Josh just for the feelings I had for Daryl, not even considering that daryl might be willing to be in a real relationship. I always used to say, if I have intense feelings for someone other than the person i'm with, and I even think about leaving them, then i'd make my choice, and never look back. Well, i looked back. Josh broke up with me the friday before halloween, and after I told Daryl about it, all of his feelings for me came out, and I spent the next two-three- whatever weeks, deciding what I felt back. I knew i felt something big, but whether it was from him teasing me, or just being attractive, or if it was from genuine feelings that grew from our friendship, I wasn't sure, so I sat and I thought about it. He wasn't sure if his feelings were just him being horny and attracted to me, or from our friendship either. In the past few days, i've decided for sure, since i had mentioned to a girl who was trying to start dating me, that until i figured it out i was going to abstain from any dating stuffs, well i've figured it out now. i'm waiting for him. I know it's what I want to do, It feels right. It feels wonderful, in fact, and i'm perfectly content waiting for him. I love him. He's stuck on me too. Until he proves to me that it's love I don't know if i'll trust calling it that, but I can say that i love him, since I love him as much as i've ever loved a person, as a friend, and as my boy. It doesn't feel like i'm cutting myself off from anything saying that i'm not going to date anyone else, it feels like i'm gaining something special with him even with him in texas, and next year, Iraq. I'll worry about him, but I understand why he's there, and I know so long as he doesn't get killed, things will be ok. So I sat Celeste down and told her about how our relationship has changed in the past couple of weeks, she asked me if I love him, and I explained what I felt. Then i asked if it would be possible for me to go to texas to see him you see, he was going to come up for christmas, and I had already asked to spend time out of our family time to see him while he was here, but he got signed up for funeral detail, and his leave was denied. I found that out yesterday morning. He offered, after telling me about not coming up here, to, if I could pay my way down to where he is, fort hood in texas, then he would pay for everything I needed while I was there, and my ride back to michigan. She said that she understands, and she's going to help me properly ask my dad, in a way that he would be ok with it. I spent a part of my morning looking at plane train and bus tickets so that I can see the man I love. Even writing that brings a smile to my face. I could deal with not seeing him until march, so long as I know that I am his. talk?

quotes [20 Nov 2006|11:26pm] Love is like pi -- natural, irrational, and very important....Lisa Hoffman. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I knew no other way than this, where 'I' does not exist, nor 'you'. So close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep....Pablo Neruda. We should all be so lucky to have someone who will never let us go. The ultimate legacy is to leave behind someone who will love you forever....Ally McBeal. Fear? What is there to fear in love? Love is the very reason we live. To fear love is to lose all sense of living, and if we cannot love, then why have we been put here? Fearing love is like being afraid of breathing. It's not something to be scared of. It's so natural that no one can resist....Unknown. Sooner or later we begin to understand that love is more than verses on valentines and romance in the movies. We begin to know that love is here and now, real and true, the most important thing in our lives. For love is the creator of our favorite memories and the foundation of our fondest dreams. Love is a promise that is always kept, a fortune that can never be spent, a seed that can flourish in even the most unlikely of places. And this radiance that never fades, this mysterious and magical joy, is the greatest treasure of all -- one known only by those who love....Unknown. talk?

almost 19 [18 Nov 2006|10:20pm] [ mood | on drugs ] So after three weeks of being sick, i'm over the pnemonia, and the only sicknesses i have left are the coughing sickness i cought on top of the pnemonia, and i was diagnosed with asthma. But I have medicine, and I am going to get better. finally. i'm just now realizing that, though i've known that i've loved my friend darryl for years, and i've dated other people in spite of it, I don't want anyone else. I'm going to wait until either he's out of the army to be with me, or i find someone who makes me believe that i could love them more. that's going to be a tough thing to do. i've made the decision that he is worth waiting for. yeah. it feels right to say that. so i'm happy. now to figure out how to pull off all this work i need to do by the end of the semester... talk?

[13 May 2006|11:54pm] [ mood | tired ] lately i've had a reoccurring dream where ninjas throw ultimate frisbee discs at me. as well as a reoccuring zombie dream that usually ends with me and the other survivors playing cards in a room with a zombie cat locked either in the cupboard or the refridgerator, and with a half door with half a zombie waving it's arms out that we throw shit at every now and again. i just got out of one hell of a 13 hour shift. it wasn't hte longest shift i worked, but i closed yesterday, and i open, and work a double tomarrow. yuck. around mothers day i usually get upset, for obvious reasons for those of you who know my mother. (or know of her). I finally told my dad that when i go to UofM i'm going to get an apartment with my friend Anancy, so that she can get out of Saginaw, and so i don't have to live in the dorms. i trust her, she has paid for her own apartment since she was sixteen, and i wouldn't take such a risk with just anyone... the reason my father is angry, is because once again, he hates it when i have a friend for more than a year and a half that i talk to and hang out with and hold quite so close as i have Anancy. "I thought we talked about how you don't need to be dragged down by these people" these people being any friend who i see on a consistant basis for more than three months. it's taken him this long to complain about anancy because i almost never see her, but we've been able to hang out at least once a week since i started to live in saginaw. Anyone reading this has been complained about, Meagan, Zack, Logan, Jordan, Any of the SASA group, Nisha, Noel, etc. each one of you has been called "those people" who will cause me to choose staying in midland over my dreams of becoming a lighting designer... what bullshit. i should be allowed to have close friends. I don't know what in his long and tormented past (and i do admit he had it hard) caused him to think that if i have close friends and keep them i won't succeed in life. Yes, i trust anancy and she has been my go to girl for a while now, i only met her three years ago. Three. she's one of the closest friends i've ever had. the person i've been friends with the longest was Steve, but we weren't close, hell, he forgot about me for about five years of it. (still love ya) Going to UofM and taking Anancy with me won't make me not go to class. it won't make me not meet people. in the program i'm going into that is NOT POSSIBLE. you are forced to meet people. AND i want to be in the band. It just made me sad that i'm going to have to defend her against him, when he doesn't even have a problem with her. in fact, he loves her as a person. he just doesn't like it when i stick with one close friend for too long. I just hope i can get everything together, money wise and otherwise so that i can go in the fall. I do so want to call my mother and explain to her that despite what she used to tell me, i did make it into a good college, and that no matter what she does, I won't ever need her. If she wants me to talk to her, she's going to need to prove to ME that it's worth it. and i'm not selfish at this point for making her do so. i'm not selfish for wanting someone to tell me that i'm worth something, and i'm not selfish for succeeding where she failed. happy mothers day, i wish i had one. 1 - talk?

now just to not fuck it up [20 Apr 2006|12:32pm] [ mood | ecstatic ] i made it into UofM!!!!!!! ahahahahahahahaha i will rock out with you bitches. only eight fucking people accepted a year and i'm one of them! woooo! 6 - talk?

well i suppose i should write in this thing [18 Apr 2006|12:03pm] [ mood | exhausted ] hah, strange how little i write here, and yet i still read everybody's entries on a regular basis. odd. first the meme, then the update. Tagged by zack: Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with 6 weird facts/things/habits about yourself, saying who tagged you. In the end you need to choose the 6 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs. 1. (i think people know this one) I have a phobia of being in cold dark deep water with things in it. finding nemo gave me nightmares. i was cringing during ice age 2 (melted water with things in it) i would never see the cave or open water, because that's just too damn scary. little kids poke fun at me, but i don't care. i won't be eaten by the sea thing #2. 2. I am stubborn as fuck. to the point of it not even being funny anymore. almost all of the successes i have had so far simply came to be because i was trying to spite my mother. it's ridiculous. 3. I have abnormaly low blood pressure. it's to the point where if i feel slightly faint ever, i'm supposed to go straight to the hospital. (i haven't really been following that) but the highest blood pressure my doctor has registered in the past four years was 100 over 50, i knew i had low blood pressure, but when i went to donate blood a few weeks ago, they sent me to my doctor with a triple checked absolutely certian (the girl was flipping out a bit) 96/46. i guess normal is 120/70. i didn't know that. anyway. yeah. the blood nurse person reccommended caffiene and stress. XD 4. I love to garden. i've never had a garden to myself, but i used to weed other people's gardens for no pay just for fun. i miss my basil plant. 5. I'm slightly dyslexic,(numbers and some other things) which has only been a problem lately when i've been making soft serve ice cream cones and flurries and stuff at work. i mix up which side the chocolate is on and have to do it over. i didn't learn which side was my left and which was my right until i was in third grade. ( i faked it till then) **DISCLAIMER, SIX IS ABOUT SOMETHING INVOLVING SEX. DON'T READ IT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO** 6. I have orgasms over a minute long. like.. my record is four minutes i think. yep. otherwise, i'm still waiting to see if i got into uofm, i don't know what i'm going to do in two of my classes, the guy has done all of his lectures in koans in the one class, and in the other, i'm just over my head a little bit, oh well. so i play eve in my friend's scene of V for vendetta for his directing class, our friend D plays V, then I, being E, become V by the end of the scene. it was really amusing to me at the time. farewell 1 - talk?

a development [02 Mar 2006|08:04pm] [ mood | cheerful ] So, i'm taking up the opprotunity here at SVSU next year to do their foriegn exchange program with taiwan. I'll be gone next fall, (well, so long as the 90% chance i'll get the scholarship goes through) and it'll kick ass. other than that, chicago from the 9-12 and we're gonna rock out. hehe. 1 - talk?

[19 Feb 2006|08:07pm] So.... beacuse of the power outages, this weekend pizza sams and muncheese were the only pizza places open in midland. do the math and we were really busy. people ordered ice cream after complaining about cold houses. it was funny anyway... today i bought shoes (sneakers) for the first time in years. i have my black ones and white ones. that's it. now i have these brown comfy wonderful ones that i like a lot. yay. young black beauty practices and stuff will last all week this week in the evening, and all week next week in the morning until friday, when i'm free again. yay. i'm going to play ff9 now for the first time in weeks. bye talk?

bwahaha [27 Jan 2006|08:25am] [ mood | tired ] funny stuff talk?

bio class [20 Jan 2006|12:19am] [ mood | cheerful ] "I was in biology class once, and the teacher said there was sugar in sperm. A girl asked why doesn't it taste sweet then. When she realized what she said her face became red with embarrasment. Then the teacher said, because you taste sweetness with the front of your tongue, not the back of your throat. The girl started crying and left class ..." i don't care if it was made up or not. that's funny. talk?

puzzling [18 Jan 2006|01:16am] [ mood | bouncy ] "I was imprisoned for a crime I didn't even commit! Attempted murder--now, seriously, what is that? Do they give a Nobel Prize for attempted chemistry?" Sideshow Bob 4 - talk?

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