Oh Hayyyy

Well howdy strangers, as is becoming increasingly less unusual, it's been awhile. I'm sorry. I can't help that my life is not as exciting a place as it once was...I'm not simply stranded in a Hoth-like climate for the next few months left to my own quest-constructing devices.

So, what's new with me....hmmmm

NEW THINGS IN MAH LIFE

• Mah classes (as can be assumed, new semester and all. so far, so good. just don't try talking to me about kids after 6:15 on Mondays or Wednesdays after 5 straight hours of education classes)
• Mah professors (omg Modern Ed proff is adorable. But don't worry, if there's one thing I've learned as an alum of CR....)
• Mah roommate (who is very nice though we wish the Drape the best of luck over in SPAIN!! Girl jealous! Speaking of which...)
• All mah friends being overseas! (the Drape & Little Miss Outdoors, Bean, Kjazz, Peas-n-carrots and J.Lo are both taking trips this summer....I HATE YOU ALL!!!! I WANNA GO ON AN ADVENTURE!!!)
• Mah extracurriculars (this semester I'm doing costume design XD for a production of 'Godspell' - ask me about it I'm obsessed with it)
• Mah video games (I'm newly obsessed with Portal and my FPS skills have greatly improved over break thanks to Nazi Zombies and my awesome little bro)
• Mah ethics (after reading "Eating Animals" - which is an amazing read - I've started giving second thought to everything that I consume. Not that I'm joining PETA, but defiantly putting more thought into things)
• Mah outerwear (so, as much as I hate to say it, I am now the warm and not-so-proud owner of a not-so north face knockoff. I know, I gave in, they're freaking comfortable, just ask anyone, I wear mine 24/7. But don't worry, plans are in the works for it to get Krysti-fied...)
• Mah craft project (So, I finished revamping my nerf gun over break, unfortunately it's less 'steampunk' than I would like,  but it's still BAMF. also unfortunately I forgot to both bring it to college and take pictures. Oh well. My next project is deff going to test both my patience, my sewing skills, and my knockoff north face....)

So that's what's been going on with me, sorry it's not more interesting. But my hope is that the intermittent Links buried in my boring life might be. So enjoy, and until next time kids!

Midnight Musings (okay so its 4am, but that's not alliteration)

     So, you know that saying "All the worlds a stage"? The more I think about it, the less I think its bullshit. I mean really, what are we all doing but acting our parts, assuming there's some great script, or master plan, that's guiding us along and we're just these minor static characters acting the way that the other minor chorus members have grown accustomed to us acting. Have you ever just had a time where you sat back and wondered if there's even an original shred of character development in who you are? Or are you just a compilation of source material from the people around you? I'm trying to be smart like this person, witty like him, working on my diction to sound more like her, dressing like them, reading what they're reading. And not one ounce of this character we've designed for ourselves is for our own sake, but the sake of the audience. And who the hell is that? Who is this big performance for? Who's filling the seats in front of us? NO ONE. Why do we do this? Why do we put on these elaborate acts? We all do it: me, you, the person/people sitting next to you, maybe even your friends or the person (or people, if that's how ya swing) you're in a relationship with. We put on acts, we pretend, we shape shift into the character we thing best fits a scenario, but are we ever really ourselves?! Left to our own devices, with no one to impress or show off for, who are we? Can the actors exist without a stage? Will the show go on if the seats are empty? (answer: yes, it always does).
     Pardon the rambling (I'm sure you're used to it by now) but sometimes I just feel like I don't know who I am and only define myself by what's around me, like I'm always performing for someone and am never just myself. The only reason I'm even mentioning it is that I had one of those rare but epic awesomely cathartic earth-shatteringly refreshing candid conversations the other day and felt like it was the first time in so long I could just let go and be without thinking. It was amazing. And now I'm back, being the same uptight, literal, logical actor I've always been. Trying to please everyone and be what everyone wants. But what the fuck do I know about who I am or what I want to be anyway? Maybe acting is our way of experimenting, testing the waters to find a character all our own; a combination of all the good roles and the bad roles; the leads and the ensemble parts culminating in a persona all our own. Maybe that's the point, an actor (I'm told - God knows I'm not one, fear of failure doncha know....) has to develop a style all their own so that instead of allowing themselves to be shaped by a part, they shape their own character drawing on a well established bank of experience. Unfortunately for us, on the stage of the world, filling this experience bank is about as easy as filling a regular bank.
     So, what the hell am I saying, you ask. And I'm going to proudly stand center stage and say that I have no goddamn idea. You read this blog either because you're obsessed with me (oh stop, you're making me blush), you enjoy my sleep deprived rantings (more likely), or you accidentally happened upon this site and don't actually read this blog regularly (welcome stranger! care to stay awhile?). And I'm assuming that falling in one of these categories means you have both a sense of humor and a short attention span. Which is why I'm peacing out and leaving you to ponder this crap along with me. Good luck sleeping....

Another List

Happy New Year Blogosphere!! I truely have nothing really to report over this break, hence the blogging being so slow. I will however, try my hardest for you, my dear audience. So here goes, first post of the 2011...

Things That Make Me Feel Physically Ill

• Toddlers In Tiaras
• The fact that there are radio stations offering Brest Enhancement Surgery as a prize for a contest
• People touching their eyeballs
• KFC
• "The Killing Joke" by Alan Moore
• The cast of Jersey Shore
• Cashiers that hold personal calls throughout your entire transaction
• Zombie dogs
• Westboro Baptist Church
• Thinking about the ingredients of hot dogs and jell-o
• People who mistreat children or animals
• Cartoon vomit (a la South Park, Family Guy, Drawn Together)
• Actual vomit
• Looking at the dessert menu of any restaurant ever (specifically Red Robin's Mile-High Mud Pie - oh Jesus....) EDIT: looking at the dessert menu post-huge meal
• Broken bones
• 'Mean Girls' Halloween costumes (aka lingerie and ears)

A great way to start the year off right? Well hopefully a nice link-loaded post might make up for it. More soon, and happy 2011 kids! Make every day count!

You Don't Know What You've Got Until It's Gone II

Things That People Who Have Don't Want

and People Who Don't Have Are Dying For

[NOTE: these are generalizations and are not true in all cases]

• seen 'Tron'
• hipster status/indie quotient
• leftover Christmas cookies
• their twenty fifth birthday
• bigger boobs
• footie pajamas
• purse-dogs (or so I imagine)
• free unlimited anything
• a relationship/significant other
• time to sleep
• anything from an infomercial
  
  

Ho-Ho-Holiday Tidings

So, although I know I post about things I'm thankful for many a time in this blog, I personally don't find it excessive in the slightest. If you knew the absolutely amazing family and friends I've been blessed enough to have you'd be doing the same. So, as this year wraps up I'd like to (and I encourage you all to do the same) reflect/shout out to those reading how incredibly lucky I am to enjoy all the comforts I have and the company of the people I do. I'm reminded of it every day at school when I wake up to my roommate's absurdly annoying alarm clock that I have the most wonderful roommates and school friends, this break has reunited me with such amazing friends, and of course my incredible family (especially my mother, who deals with me and all my weirdness for someone so different than me....she's normal, I'm not) and all of my friends families who are basically my second home, you're all so amazing and I love you all. That being said, I'd like to take this (slightly belated, sorry....WoW consumed me for about 10 days there...) opportunity to wish you and yours a very happy holiday season, whatever the season be.

Lady Gaga gloves (a self-bought present....haha)

Of course, these people and the incredible oppurtunities I've been lucky enough to have are gift enough, but....I did get some awesome stuff for Christmas. Here are some of the (inner child) highlights

This EXACT 120 crayon tower

Pokemon/Legend of Zelda eyeshadow by an amazing company, Shiro cosmetics (look 'em up!)



Batman Pajamas (not these ones, sadly no cape...and I don't look this adorable in them)

And several more, more practical gifts of course :) These are just the ones I thought you might enjoy. I know my inner child will. Especially as I use my new crayons to color in my three awesome Princess coloring books (ones a GIANT one from the fantastic TStorm <3<3<3) in my batman PJs. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Joyous Kwanzaa, Good Ramadan and Happy New Years to all (I think I got all the main ones, right?!) and to all a good night <3

This Is a Part of the Blog I Like to Call:

"Look at all the ridiculous things I took pictures on with my phone with the intent to put on my blog!!"

OR

"LAATRTITPOWTITPOMB" for short

A few of my faithful (and wonderful <3) readers pointed out tonight that I hadn't posted on here in awhile (mostly because I'm not actually learning anything noteworthy other than how to kill the shit outta Nazi Zombies. But now that my free trial of WoW has expired *bawls* I'm sure I'll have much more time to talk about all the mundane things I usually do. Starting with this.

Found this in the art building (sadly probably my last time in there, so no more 'Spotted In the Art Building, unless some of my Art Major friends send me things *tear*)

So, school, you can't afford good food or printers that work, but the president needs 'Interior Landscaping'? WHAT THE *%$@ IS INTERIOR LANDSCAPING!?!?!

lol
These are just funny.

Please note that this self-proclaimed "ARTISTIC TOUR DE FORCE" is a $5 calendar of paintings of birds.



Leave It to the Redcoats....

WARNING: PUNS AHEAD (and a lot of 'em)



Now, tell me ya didn't smile....LIAR!

College Resourcefulness

So, as I was blow drying some laundry this morning because I absolutely needed it dry NOW I was thinking back to all the super nifty and resourceful alternate uses for common everyday dorm room products that I've either done myself or heard of others using. Ya know, as a reference point for the rest of us dorm-rats who find themselves in dire need of random things that no one in a dorm would have. Suffice to say you start to look at things differently once you get to college...

Clothes dryer = hair dryer, drying rack in front of heater
Comb = fork
Mug = paper bowl (if you're my roommate)
Hand warmers = flatz
Pillow = arm
Haircut = roommate with scissors (very very trustworthy, fashion forward roommates ONLY)
Heater = laptop
Laundry rack = bunk bed, door knob, desk chair
Flashlight - cell phone
Oil for squeaky door = duct tape
Halloween costume = bed sheet
Sled = dining hall tray
Sustenance = dining hall food
Christmas decorations = dental floss, packing peanuts
Spoon = fork, knife, yogurt container lid
Therapy = blog
Massage Chair = roommates, upstairs subwoofer
Pencil sharpener = Xacto knife
Cutting board = desk (whoops)
Snow boots = rain boots (NOT FOR LONG!)
New rain boots (because old ones have a hole) = duct tape

Any good ones I missed?

Because, Deep Down Inside, We're All Fucking Nuts.

I continually question why I write this blog, and even more, why people read it. But, I suppose that my non-mind reading self can only, at this point, address the first of these issues, and to be freaking honest that's what this post is about anyway I just needed a sound opening sentence (because, you know I always start with that *snicker*).

So why the hell do I write? I think, personally, we're all freaking crazy on the insides and what we actually see of people we don't know well and think are sane is just them being super-good at hiding everything. Ya know? Like people who otherwise seem like sound, logical, well-put together people who are Mr. Joe Sociable at work or in class, then go home and just rock back and forth in a corner because they just hate interacting with people. Or Suzi Life'O the Party who actually would much rather be at home writing music about the contents of her fridge than be getting shitfaced at some party where she doesn't know anyone. Basically, we're all nuts, and we all have our ways of dealing with it. Me? I do one of three things:

1. I talk the ear off of someone who's close to me (least likely, as I don't like burdening people with my problems. Because, really? Why should anyone else be burdened with my shit? They've got their issues and don't want to hear about mine.)
2. Write this blog. Basically a modified version of number one, but put in a way that people can at least get some enjoyment out of my misery (I feel like I've written a post about this whole thing before, but whatever, just stop reading if you're bored. And if you're getting bored on a site you visit to relieve your boredom I think you should take a step back and evaluate what the interwebs is doing to your attention span....)
3. Put "Bad Romance" on repeat in my car and drive around belting out the lyrics until I literally feel my throat bleeding.

I suppose I also play a shit-ton of Tetris too, but that's not specific to me being crazy, Tetris is just fun.

 I guess I also write to keep my ability to, to practice in a way. In middle school I wrote fan-fic (don't ask, don't judge. and no I'll never post anything here) and now I've matured, now I bitch about my life for a narrow audience. Which, I also kind of feel bad about, burdening you dear readers since my life is not bad in the slightest. I'm extremely blessed and fortunate beyond belief to have everything I do, and I'd like to take this crazy-mixed up, night-rambling blog post to take a second to thank people. I'm not naming names, I don't feel like it A and B I think that's catty and a real stupid way to start shit. I think you know who you are. There are quite a few of you, I'm fortunate enough to say, who've really helped me this semester, because it was quite a doozy. You know who you are. I love you deep down from the bottom of my heart, so much so that I cannot tell you in text or words or deeds or gifts or thank-yous. You are phenomenal and I love you from the bottom of my heart.

Anyway, back to being crazy. I suppose you might argue "Jesus ya psycho go see a shrink, write a journal, punch a pillow. Why the hell are you burdening the cyber-world with your stupid, useless shit thoughts. You're just looking for attention and sympathy.' And to you I say tell that to the makers of Facebook, MySpace, Twitter, Xanga, Flikr, formspring, or any of those other social network/lookatmelookatmelookatme sites. Why do you think they're so popular?!?! EVERYONE'S FUCKING LONELY. Everyone wants someone to care about what they're doing, to 'like' their thoughts, to poke them, to leave hearts on their walls. All the time. We need to be constantly gratified that others like us. And yeah, I hate being a part of that. But I am, as much as if not more than most. Why? Because that's our culture, that's what the world has been boiled down to, an endless cycle of repeated need for attention and gratification. I'm not gonna lie, I feel a little tiny flicker of disappointment if people don't 'like' my witty status or new profile picture, but I like  to tell myself its no more than if someone I know at a party doesn't say hello. And yes, I like writing for other people, I like to entertain and I like to be entertained. I don't think that's a crime, it's not hurting anyone. I really don't write anything incendiary and if you don't like it, don't read it. Jeez.

To be honest, I don't even know what I'm saying anymore, I just felt a wave of crazy come on and fought it every way I know. As we speak I'm sucking on a cough drop trying to stop my throat from bleeding while charging my iPod so it's ready for A. my next therapy session or B. xmas shopping in blizzards. Goodnight to you all and best of freaking luck dealing with your individual crazy. As you can see I'm coping with mine...

EDIT: Yeah, so after posting this I just deleted my accounts for at least two of the above sites (goodbye twitter (which was stupid anyway, more on that later) and formspring (no one asked me anything anway)) and one additional site (home of the mentioned fan-fic, sweet god.....). I FEEL AMAZING. DELETE ALL YOUR SUPERFLUOUS SOCIAL NETWORKING ACCOUNTS! YOU FEEL SO CYBER-CLEANLY!

Finals Week: The Final Hour

So, obvs I've been absent due to the horror that is finals. But, here's a lil something to blow your minds, almost as much as mine was when I A. aced my botany final B. discovered the snake game trick on youtube and C. found my blogstats. Enjoy and happy finals week to those of us still sufferin'