Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Easy open cap my ass

So I have this nice unopened bottle of delicious Ocean Spray White Cran-strawberry juice sitting next to me. But if it is so delicious, why is it unopened? Why don't I open it and drink its delicious goodness. Well, let me give you an answer. I can't. Right now I am taking a break from the strenous tortue my hands are going through trying to open this bottle. The ironic thing is- right on the bottle it says "NEW! Easy open cap!" Easy open cap my ass. Oh juice, how I want to feel your juicy goodness inside of me. Alas, I cannot. You are too tough- surrender now fair juice! Please?


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Christmas Quote #2
"It's Christmas, for goodness sake. Think about the baby Jesus: up in that tower, letting his hair down... so that the three wise men can climb up and spin the dradel and see if there are six more weeks of winter." - Karen (Will and Grace)

Who is the cute puppy?



Oh yeah, it's my baby girl from home. Yay!

Whoa! It's...different...

Yeah, no kidding. I'm working on a Christmas layout and I'm currently in the process of changing this. It will look like this and change a lot over the next couple of days. So enjoy this mess for now. It will be pretty soon!

Monday, November 29, 2004

Debit this, foo!/Christmas quote #1

Yes, I know this is my fourth post today, but in reality the first two were meant to be posted yesterday so really I only have two today and two yesterday.

So yesterday I officially made my first online purchase with my very own, all mine, 100% owned by me:.......DEBIT CARD! *yay! throws confetti.* Now I shake in great anticipation for the package to arrive here, because well, getting packages is an extra special treat. What did I order you ask? Well I ordered The Phantom of the Opera movie soundtrack AND The Nightmare Before Christmas DVD. Huzzah! I really can not wait for these to get here! I will play both immediatley when they arrive...or that may pose a problem. So I'll probably play one first, then the other. Or vice versa.

And from now on until Christmas Day I will post a Christmas quote, because well, I am that excited for Christmas. Here it is today:

This is a song of Phoebe's from one of the Friends Christmas episodes:
Went to the store, sat on Santa's lap, asked him to bring my friends all kinds of crap
He said all you need is to write them a song
Now you haven't heard it yet, so don't try to sing along
Monica, Monica, have a happy Hannukah
I saw Santa Claus, he said hello to Ross
And please tell Joey, Christmas will be snowy
And Rachel and Chandler... have a [mumble] handlerrrrr....

People...people...

As I blast my one angry song I have on the computer (which by the way is "I Hate Everything About You" by Ugly Kid Joe) I think to myself how much people make me mad. Every week it seems to be something else. People just irritate me. Especially ones who say one thing and do another. I think that is one of the most hurtful things someone can do. Tell someone one thing, then just forget about them and do something completely different. Oh why do I bother? Why do I still get upset over this? Argh.

Love's Eyes

So last night, watching the new musical version of "A Christmas Carol" on NBC and thoroughly enjoying myself doing so, I noticed something about one of the cast members: Jennifer Love Hewitt. Jennifer, or Love, as she is sometimes is referred to, you may know from her days on "Party of Five" or in her short lived spin-off "Time Of Your Life." You may also have seen her in the "I Know What You Did Last Summer" movies. But in this movie I was watching last night, she played Scrooge's ex-fiancee, Emily. Alas, to get to my point- when she smiles her eyes look like upside down smiles, also known as frowns. Take a look for yourself:



Do they not?

"Rudolph" Retort Rant

Like my alliteration there, eh?

When I was in my early years of elementary school someone came up with the grand idea of adding new lyrics, or callbacks, or retorts to the classic Christmas carol, "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer." I do not know if they were popular elsewhere, but upon asking me mum if these lyrics/callbacks/retorts were around when she sang the song in elementary school, she responded with a curious "Nah. First time I 'erd 'em it was back when ye was a wee lit'le thang." Well, not quite like that, but it would've been awesome if she did. See as we was setting up the Christmas tree in me home back in the Pitts (stop with accent!) "Rudolph" came upon the speakers of my computer and my brothers joined in with the usual retorts. If you do not know these lyrics, I shall put them here for your viewing pleasure:
"Rudolph, the red-nosed reindee
Reindeer!
Had a very shiny nose
Like a light bulb!
And if you ever saw it
Saw it
You would even say it glows.
Like a red light!

All of the other reindeer
Reindeer!
Used to laugh and call him names
Like Pinocchio!
They never let poor Rudolph
Rudolph!
Join in any reindeer games.
Like Monopoly!

Then one foggy Christmas eve
Santa came to say:
Ho ho ho!
'Rudolph with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?'

Then all the reindeer loved him
Loved him!
As they shouted out with glee,
Yipee!
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer,
Reindeer!
You'll go down in history!
Like George Washington!"

These additions may be different to you, but as a child, this was how I knew them and proudly sang along and yelled them out when I went to my parent's work's annual Christmas parties and they'd have David Grover come in a play some Christmas tunes with his Big Bear Band. These were so cool to say at one point, but then when I got into like 8th grade, suddenly, I grew a strong desire of hatred for these additions. I find them so incredibly irritating now. I loathe them. Especially the George Washington one. It doesn't even fit right. And who is the tard ass who came up with these in the first place? Huh? And why? Was the song not good enough for you? Did it need this silly little additions? No. It's a classic song. Don't mess with it. There is no reason to. So please, if you or anyone you know sings these STUPID additions to the song when you hear "Rudolph" please stop and if you, or the person, does not stop, tell me I will personally kick you in the groin.

Merry Christmas!

Saturday, November 27, 2004

Home vs. School

I love home. I love being here and I love having a home that loves to have me here. But last night, I couldn't stand it. It was 11:00 and everybody was in bed. I'm usually just starting at that hour in school! Plus my tooth hurts for no apparent reason other than to piss me off and my nose has been stuffed for three days because I'm allergic to my goddamn dog, who I love, but don't love her dander. And my room here is a pigsty and that is stressing me out. I'm tempted to just have a big holiday giveaway to the poor and donate all my old stuff I don't need anymore! I love my family, I love seeing them, it's just the house itself pisses me off.

But today, we did one of my favorite traditions, our Annual After-Thanksgiving-Christmas-Season-Hoo-Hah. It's where we take our boxes and boxes (dusty boxes, no less- my nose is dripping with snot now) of Christmas stuff and throw the insides all over the house. I play my 4.2 hours of Christmas music on the iPod. And we set up our tree and it's looks plain lovely. I love Christmas!

Oh yeah, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAUREN!

Thursday, November 25, 2004

Huppy Thurksgaving!

Yay! As one of my favorite holidays come to a close, I would like to give thanks for the amazing food I ate this afternoon. I would also like to thank the toliet bowl for being there for me, and my food, as it all came back up after I ate too much of it.

Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

If this boredom persists...

...I don't know what I'm going to do. Not only am I extremely bored, but I'm also all alone. And I know I've said that before, but no seriously, there is nobody in my suite and like six people other than me on my floor. They all get to go home for Thanksgiving but Patrick has his 9PM rehearsal and 9AM class tommorow, so he can't leave. He did his homework. He did most of his packing. Now he's left with nothing.

I am so sick of singing about Jesus. Jesus Jesus Jesus. It's all about Jesus. Well let's sing about some cabarets or some hills alive with music or some phantoms in operas. I'm so sick of Jesus. It's always about Jesus. Well Jesus, those songs about you are bad! BAD!

(Thank you Sarah.)

Monday, November 22, 2004

"Monday, monday...BAH BAH BAH BAH BAH BAH!"

From Sarah's LJ:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 54.
3. Find the seventh sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal.

"She just stood outside the dressing room and worried out loud."
-The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

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So today was just an average in the life of an average boy named Pat. Goddamn, I wish I had more interesting posts. Alas, I do not. Just average posts from an average boy named Pat. I'm thinkin linkin I'm-a gonna head me downstairs now to visit the harem. I'll ask them what I should post about when I'm down there. Ttfn.

Sunday, November 21, 2004

"Knot in my stomach and a lump in my throat..."

Those words from an Alanis Moirssette song could not have better described how I felt today. It's like you feel all of your insides try to squeeze out of your throat at the same time and get stuck and your heart beats so fast, so you're afraid it's going to pop out of your chest and it's so loud you're afraid someone is going to hear it pound. Your legs get all tingly, and this weakness comes over your body. You can't think. All that is in your head is "duhhhh" and you can't vocalize it because it seems at the time, your vocal cords have disappeared and left you with nothing. Yes, this feeling punched me in the face this afternoon and made my day.

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So last night was an amazing time. I had so much fun and it was so great seeing everybody and talking with them and I cannot wait for all of you guys to see my show! It's gonna be so cool! But the play was terrific, my little kiddos were terrific (which they know because I told them a hundred thousand times last night!) And yay for Erika and Larissa, you two were so good! And yay to my baby Krystal who looked so cute in her hat. And yay to Liz, Sara, Jen, and Dee Dee, I can't wait to hang out with you all again! It was just so good seeing everybody and hanging out like old times and it was like I had never left them. We all just picked up right where we left off. So I had a fantastic night. Yeah...

Saturday, November 20, 2004

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..."

Maybe not really the worst, but hopefully, the good times will roll again tonight when the Fab Four meet again..for the first time in months. Yes, I am getting together with my best friends from high school, who I miss terribly and am soooo excited to see. We're heading to the old haunt and see the high school play. It will be soo fun to see them and the play and hang out with everyone. I'll post all about it tommorow I'm sure. Yay!

Thursday, November 18, 2004

Yes! I made it!

It's still Thursday. Sure, Friday is only 30 minutes away and I'm going to to be up much later than that, but I am glad to finally make a post in the day it was intended to go in.

Too bad I don't really have anything to talk about. I mean, I wish I had something, cuz this has probably been the slowest, non eventful week for me. I mean, I have been really struggling to make these posts because there really is NOTHING for me to discuss.

First I supose I should explain the "Mockingbird" post I posted. Yeah, I downloaded that song and it's been stuck in my head. It's just so random and funny. It's by James Taylor and Carly Simon. Yeah, it's good.

Also, I went and saw the Dance Company show tonight- excellent job guys! I gasmed (hehe Sarah knows what I mean) quite a few times during the show and I really had a good time. I cannot wait to join the club next year. It's gonna be fun!

And...well I guess that's it. if I think of something profound, I'll post it. But I doubt that's gonna happen.

"Mock!"

"YEAH"
"ing!"
"YEAH"
"bird!"
"YEAH"
"Yeah"
"YEAH"

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

I'm a sucker for songs with violins and drums/Pure randomness

You can take any rock song, stick it with some drums, and sprinkle in a little electric guitar and I guarantee I will love that song. I just love the sound of violins and drums. I don't know why. Makes me feel all tingly.

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A couple days ago, I breezed through a math quiz in math...class...duh. Anyways, I thought I did very well and actually went to class today excited because I like I finally understand the class and I felt like I was finally gonna bring my grade back up. No, no, no. Let me see what went wrong...oh yeah...I got a frickin' 78. I thought I did good! I mean what the hell? I looked it over and saw some stupid mistakes. Oh math- why do you exist? How in the world are you going to help me? Where the hell am I ever going to need a formula for percentage growth? Yeah, nowhere. So why do we get tested on it? Why?

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I'm in a really bad mood right now. I am just pissed off at everything. I really seriously need to start readjusting my priorities. I told myself I would do this a long time ago, however I never did and I always just end up being pissed and hurt or pissing off or hurting other people. And I don't want to do that anymore.

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Today when I was talking with Sarah I asked her a question that just popped into my head: "What is your favorite thing?" I mean sure that Maria nun lady I was talking about a few posts ago (see "I have confidence in meeeee!...") has a list of her favorite things and even came up with a song to sing about them when she feels down. I don't know why it struck me, but I felt like it was a real profound question because, honestly I don't know how I would respond. I mean there is that one thing in the world that you just cherish more than anything. It makes you so happy- and sure you can all say oh I have a bunch of things that make me happy. But there is one thing that makes you feel happier than anything else. That if you could, you would take it with you forever. Sarah had a really good response after I picked at her for a little while and narrowed it down. I must think about my answer too. And when I find it, I will tell you all.

Huzzah! *small celebration*

I just realized I was my 501st visitor to my blog which means at some point last night or this morning I had my 500th visitor! Congrats to whoever you are!

Recap

I haven't updated in like over a day. Truthfully, life right now has lost its zest (haha Zest is a brand of soap.) I gave presentation in Self and Society this morning and I said penis a bunch of times and VAGINA once (don't know why I always capitalize VAGINA- but I always do.) It was a presentation on sex, Sex and the City, and Freud. I actually got an A (pats on the back.) I got up there and I told the class "I'm just gonna put this all out here. So if you get offended by what I say, too bad." And I think the professor liked my honesty. Hell, I'm just happy I got an A. I was talking with Sarah last night and through our random conversation she said it would be funny if I just got up and screamed "CLITORIS," bowed and sat back down.

I also had rehearsal last night again for the One Act. I think it's gonna be a wicked good show, I just have to work on memorizing all my goddamn lines, which there are a hell of a lot of and they're LONG lines too.

Also, I've been playing Kelly Clarkson's new song, ""Since You've Been Gone" on repeat for like a day now. It's quickly becoming one of my favorite songs, and one of my most hated. I think I need to take it off repeat before it dies.

God this post sucks. Nothing witty or anything. I'll post a better, moren comprehensive post later today to make up for the suckiness of this one. Off to watch The Golden Girls!

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Another early morning/late night post

Shouldn't it be late night/early morning? Well it's not because I typed early morning first and was going to leave it at that but decided 12:30 could also be considered late night as well so I added that in after I had finished typing early morning. None of this matters, but it's just that I have come to the conclusion that Mondays suck. They are probably the worst day of the week because a) it's right after the weekend, b) there is no good TV on, and c) well, they're just boring days. I have been so bored today I decided to occupy myself with a nap at around 7:00 (also my tum tum was not feeling up to par so I thought a nappy would help) and woke up at 8:30. Yeah, dumb idea. Because here I am at 12:30, awake and ready to go. I'm just...not tired. And it sucks. And I'm bored. Well, not so much anymore. The Golden Girls is coming on, and that will amuse me enough to occupy one more half hour I need to stay up in order to make up for that stupid nap I took. And I have to get up at 9:30 tommorow morning for Art class where I have to work on a project due Thursday on a still life that I have yet to really perfect or begin working on. Oh dear. *STRESS*

Monday, November 15, 2004

Courtesy and the rules that follow it

Angry post coming up...be wary:

Some people have no consideration of others. For instance, I remember when I was younger and one of my bratty little neighbors would ask my little brother to borrow one of his toy guns and play with it. Within an hour, the gun would be broken leaving my brother with a broken toy gun and no apology. I always hated when those kids would do that. They had no respect for other's property or consideration to other's feeling. They also lacked remorse. I was rasied by parents who taught me respect for others and their personal space and property. Some parents apparently did not read this chapter of the parenting handbook because their children lack courtesy for others. This is seen with my last roomate, as an example. No respect for me or my things, or my feelings for that matter. I also see this missing manner in many others including people WHO PLAY THEIR TV EXTREMELY LOUD ALL THE TIME AND IT MAKES OTHER PEOPLE VERY VERY UPSET WHEN THEY DO THIS! I always ALWAYS make sure my TV is at a reasonable volume, not too loud to drown out someone else's or to wake them up from a sleep. APPARENTLY SOME PEOPLE JUST DON'T CARE AND THAT IS NOT FAIR!

Sunday, November 14, 2004

I have officially been invaded...

...by the Christmas spirit. I am now ready for snow. I am ready for the shopping. I am ready for the tree. My hard drive is filled with more than fifty Christmas songs ranging from The Muppets to Destiny's Child. Oh sure, we still have Thanksgiving, but today I went with the family on our semi-annual trip to the Yankee Candle Company MEGAstore/headquarters in Deerfield where the word "CHRISTMAS" is thrown at you, slaps you across the face, knocks you to the ground, and kicks you until you are sure to leave with a smile and the Christmas spirit in your heart. I may not be ready to hang up the decorations yet, or have constant Christmas music coming from my speakers, but I am ready for the holidays to start and I feel the excitement that comes around this time of the year start to bubble up...wait...no...that's indigestion. Wait...oh ok...there it is.

Saturday, November 13, 2004

"I have confidence in meeeee!"

Actually, I do tend to lack confidence in myself. But the quote I have selected for the title of this post does not refer to me, nor to a nun named Maria walking down the street about to face a pack of children referred to as the "Von Trapps." No, it refers to neither of those, but to a dance nazi, whom I shall refer to as...Bob. Bob is not his real name. His real name is...Richard. No, it's not that either. But for the sake of this post I'm calling him Richard aka Bob, or just Bob for short. Bob is a dance nazi. He holds way too long rehearsals on a dance that, well, just is not fun. It is an uninspired dance that seems to go nowhere. Yet, as I sat in rehearsal last night (I referring to me, not Bob, nor Maria the nun) an epiphany came and slapped me in the face. Confidence is not something that comes from inside you, but it is something put on. Something on the surface to make people believe that you know what you're talking about. Confidence is all a facade. A lie. It's pretend! You just pretend you know what you're doing, even if you have no clue. And as long as you have no doubt about what you're doing, you're confident. This is what Bob does. He sticks his powdered nose up in the air, just a couple inches, pretends he knows what he is doing, and all of a sudden he is branded a dance nazi. Pfft. Nazi my bum. No nazi is he. Nobody knows nazi until they meet Mr. Hammann, my high school theater director. But Fra...I mean...Bob...is no dance nazi. He is a facade of confidence who really has no fucking clue what he is really doing. And I've said my peace.

Thursday, November 11, 2004

20 Years

Yesterday was my parent's 20th Anniversary of marriage. I feel so lucky that my parents are still together. I know I'm in the minority now without having divorced parents, which is kind of sad, but it also makes me feel sort of special. So anyways, I'm going home today and tonight to celebrate but I'll be back here tommorow for registering and rehearsal.

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

So? Did I get a part?

You bet your patootie I did! Whooo! I'm wicked happy and honored to have been picked...I'm in a show called "Masquerade" by Jason Patrick. I play a father who dresses in drag. Haha. Yeah. Another show where I dress in women's clothing. Hey, I don't care...I get to act again! Whoo!

My uber exciting afternoon and long night...

Yes I know this will show up Tuesday's post, but it really is meant to be on Monday's posts. The rest of my day went well. Not as busy as the first half, but equally as stressful. After doing what I thought was my math homework (turns out I did the wrong ones!) I went to math class where I periodcally drifted off into La La Land. I did try to pay attention, I really did. And I did for about the first 20 minutes of the class...and then for some strange reason, the force of gravity was tugging on my eyelids, and I caved under the pressure. Then I woke to people exclaiming- "It's snowing!" And that amused me for a minute or two. Then the doodling kicked in. And then I remembered a memory from like way back in third grade....

*Cue the dream music and clouds* In Pittsfield, we had a local station (we are now up to three, but this was way back when there was only one) and I was part of the Boy Scouts and for a meeting one night we took a tour of the station. I was so amazed by the whole place. Then they said "Anybody can make a TV show if they want to. Just come up with an idea and talk to us about it." So right when I got home I thought of a great idea for a game show on TV with kids and I planned the whole thing out, designed the sets, wrote up questions. I was obsessed with this idea that me, little me, Patrick, could make a TV show! It was to be called "Think About It." I even wrote a letter to the station about my idea, in hopes it would come true. Alas, the letter never made it to the post office, or my mail box for that matter. The obsession soon faded away....*end fog*

Well that was a tangent and a half. It was a random memory yes, but I feel it's better to write them down in, so in a year, I'll look back and say- "Oh yeah I remember when I remembered that!"

After class and dinner I went to the "One Act Auditions" for FOUR hours and feel pretty confident I'm cast in at least something. I'll find out tommorow after class and probably post an either "SUPER HAPPY!" or "i figured i wouldn't be cast in anything. my audition sucked." posts.

And as I sit here picking my nose, I bid you "Adieu. Goodnight...Amen?"

Monday, November 08, 2004

The Busiest Day of My Life

Right now I am on a very much needed break from what may be the busiest day of my life. I didn't stop my make myself have this break I very well could die of a heart attack right now. Not that you care, but I'll give you an approx. rundown of my day. Note the 10:30- 12:00 period- I nearly passed out during this time.

8:15 Wake up to a screeching alarm
9:00 First class
10:00 End of first class. Run up to room to take a shower, someone is in there, prepare for meeting with advisor
10:20 Leave the Towers for the 2nd time this morning to my advisor appt.
10:30 Advisor appointment
10:50 Done with advisor, walk to library to wait for Sarah
11:02 Sarah gets to library, I tell her I forgot my program, run back to Towers
11:10 Leave Towers again - Number 3 now
11:13 Arrive at library, being photcopying program for the performance for the Fine Arts Seminar class in 45 minutes
11:29 Leave library, run BACK to the towers
11:34 Jump in shower
11:38 Get out of shower
11:45 Leave Towers for the 4th time.
11:50 Arrive at Church St. Center and begin to set up the stage
12:00 Setting up stage still
12:15 Begin performance
12:35 Leave class, walk to lunch
12:45 Get lunch
12:50 Enter the Towers for the 5th time in five hours.
12:55 Sit down to eat lunch and take a break.

And it's 1:15 now and I'm getting that all too familiar sick feeling in my stomach from that friggin' cafeteria shit food. Ughhhh...curse you weak stomach of mine. CURSE YOU!

Now I have to do my art homework, math homework, and go to math class at 3:30, then eat and go to One Act Auditions tonight.

Sunday, November 07, 2004

Bawling over a TV show? What?

I do not think I have ever seen a more emotional show on TV then tonight's episode of "American Dreams." I sat here in my bed a cried my little eyes out as the family learned JJ was dead (he's not though- thank God.) But I do not think I have cried this hard at a TV show ever. The tears were pouring down my cheeks like a faucet. Alright- I need sleep now.

Oh my eff gee, like totally 3 posts in one day. Like whoa.

Damn right. As I approach the bulk of my third post of today and groove and sulk to the sultry sounds of Fiona Apple (whom I have become OBSESSED WITH!) and procrastinate and push my homework off and off, I want to give a shoutout to all my DARTy friends, three of whom I talked with last night and had mucho fun and I miss you guys so much! So onto the post...

I'm really struggling to find classes to pick for next semester. I feel like this is such a HUGE decision, even though it's really not. Beware: tacky metaphor coming up...I feel like college is like this metal bar that I have a grip on, but I'm only hanging on by the tips of my fingers. Like I fully haven't grasped the idea of college yet...you know, being so independent in your decisions. I'm a very dependent person, always have been. I've always been especially dependant of my parents, and I still talk to them everyday, asking for advice in one way or another. I think everything will be settled when I talk to my advisor tommorow. I just am really shaky on the classes I tried picking out this afternoon. Why is it I cannot make decisions?

Oh, how I am loving you, Fiona Apple. Thank you for existing.

Tonight I have a meeting at 9 I absolutley 100% do NOT want to go to. Going to it, of couse means I will not be able to watch Desperate Housewives (thank you person who invented recordable video tape!), but I still don't want to go. I have to go all the way over to Hoosac which is a pain in the ass for a meeting I don't want to go to about a stupid dumb thing I don't want to work on tonight and I have to miss my favorite new show for it. Gar. GRRR! The world is not right! Garrrr.

Well, well, well, what do we have here?

That's a lot of w's in that title there. I just wanted to point out my brand spankin' new blog. Check it out here:

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The Camp-In

Yay! So I just got back from a wicked fun camp-in over at Hoosac with the gang over there. I honestly had a ton of fun, until the very end when I woke up with marker on my face. I don't know what exactly was on it, but I was so embarassed and humiliated I had to leave. Really, that part was not fun. I felt so terrible, I couldn't be around the people who did it to me. It's not that I hate them, but I was disappointed in them. And I know it was all in fun, but c'mon- it wasn't necessary. It just really hurt me. And in the process of leaving, I left my DVDs over there and now I'm worried about them and I can't get to sleep. Damnit. Alright, it's late...or early. Time for some sleep. I'll write more in the morning...or afternoon.

Saturday, November 06, 2004

"I Could've Danced All Night"

Oh my gah. Last night was so much fun! I heart dancing so much. Oh man, the Sweet Charity dance I'm in, Rich Man's Frug, is amazing! And I love it! It's sooo much fun. I just love Fosse style and that is totally what it is. I just love dancing. I could've done it forever and everyone else was like "No more!" I wanted to say "NO! Keep going!" I'm just having so much fun and it's so great to be involved in theater after such a long time away from you. Theater, I love you. Love, Pat.

Friday, November 05, 2004

Let today be known...

...as the day of the first snowfall of the 2004-2005 winter season, even though it's more like sleet with a little snow mixed in.

The Mysterious Phone Calls and the Return of Detective Poopie Pants

*Sets the mood: Everything is in black and white. We're in a dorm room on the 4th Floor of Berkshire Towers. Detective Poopie Pants sits at his desk typing on his blog. Lightning flashes.*

November 5th. 2004. Friday Morning. 11:00AM.

Last night, at about 1:45AM, the phone rang. I didn't pick it up. But was it- who was it that called me at such an unusual hour. If it was YOU (*stares at you through the computer screen*) please tell me. I intend to KICK YOUR ASS! But no, seriously. Who was it that would call at such an ungodly hour? Who I ask? WHOOOO?

Let's look at the facts. 1:45 in the morning. It could've been a call for me. Or for my roomate. Strangely enough, I received a call last week on Friday morning at 3:45 in the morning from a mysterious person who called themself "Captain" and proceeded to ask for my roomate. When I told my roomate Captain wanted him, (Pause)....(Giggle.)....on the phone, silly, my roomate springs out of a deep sleep and runs to the phone as if it were a matter of life or death. Was it "Captain" again? And who is the "Captain?" And why does he call at such random times WHEN PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO GET SOME GODDAMN SLEEP?!?!

If anyone has any information on this "Captain" or who it is who calls my room, tell me. Detective Poopy Pants, your neighborhood Berkshire Towers Mystery Detective.

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Feeling good about things...

I am feeling good now about everything. Thank you Mommy for hearing me out as you always do! I've decided it's not as big of a deal as I made it out to be in my head. I worked things around surrounding my confusion, figured how how I'm going to handle things, and it made me feel a lot better. I guess this is a good time to give a shout out to Sara. I'm really happy we're talking, it feels good and natural. Sort of like it used to be. I'm looking forward to getting back to the old times. And well, Bush still sucks, and half of this country's way of thinking boggles my mind, but tommorow is a new day and I will look forward to it. Night to all!

"Nothing's fine...I'm torn..."

"This is how I feel: I'm cold and I'm ashamed lying naked on the floor."

Well, not literally my roomate would be pretty freaked out if I was. But I am feeling torn. I feel like I have my Tower friends and my Hoosac friends. Tonight Sarah invited me to dinner moments after Lauren did. And then at dinner I saw Sarah and Merrill and I was thinking, gee, I'd like to sit there. But I like my Tower friends and wanted to sit with them and I can't like have both sit together because they are two totally different types of people and they don't mesh well. I'm just feeling stuck. This day sucks.

The Worst Post-Election Day Ever

Yes that is what I'm feeling today. Not only do we have a retard back in office for another four friggin' years, but apparently, most of America hates me and people like me as they banned gay marriage in 11 states. Banned. Like NEVER. It's just not fair. I don't now, and probably never will understand why people hate us so much. I will never understand those hypocrites who whine about the sancitity of marriage and then get divorced. Oh, wait, I get it now. It's not OK for two people who are in love to get married, because that taints marriage. But divorce does not. I understand. Makes complete sense. Sense my sarcasm? I wish they would ban divorce in states, after all divorce taints marriage to doesn't it? I'd love to see two people stuck together who can't get out of a marriage because that would go against the definition of it, seeing how we're banning all things against the defintion of what a marriage is. I was talking to one of my gay friends this morning about this issue and they mentioned the golden rule, you know "treat others how you'd want to be treated." So based off how we're being treated, we're being shown how they want to be treated right? Like shit.

And people in the Mid-West are friggin' nuts. What do they see in Bush? I mean they're so afraid of terrorism, right? Because Bin Laden is really going to bomb a farm. I don't think so. And I have this constant knot in my stomach that the next four years are going to be hell. And not just for us Americans, but for the rest of the world who Bush is trying to force democracy on through war. And that war, if it continues, may someday constitute a draft and then...I'm fucked. Jon Stewart said on the Daily Show special last night: "The country is turning out like a dream I had ...that I woke up crying from." Amen.

Oh poo on you! *kicks America's butt*

Bush has been officially re-elected. Kerry will concede this afternoon. This sucks. The country will soon sink back into the piss bucket it has been in for the past four years. Mr. Kerry led a good race, and it was so close too. Damn you Ohio! DAMN YOU!

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

NaPreVoDay - Election Day 2004

8:15 AM - After watching some TV and looking more into it, it looks like Bush will most likely win. I knew it yesterday, figured that would be how the whole election will turn out. Damn this country! Why vote for a president we already know is a loser? This was our one chance to fix our mistake and we go and blow it! Oh well. This is my last post of Election Day (even though we're over 8 hours into the day after Election Day.) So my next post will be under what is today's date.

7:30 AM - So the moment of truth. i did fall asleep last night at about 1:00 so I have no idea who won. I'm am checkin right now. Alright so the way I understand it right now, Kerry has not officially lost yet. Ohio and New Mexico still have to count their absentee ballots. And that could change it. But whoever does win Ohio will win the presidency. That is for sure. The count is 252 to 254. 20 more votes will send either over 270. Oy. I can't wait.

12:30 AM - OK, so this may be my last post of the night. Or morning. My eyes keep closing on me! So if I happen to drift off to sleep, you people (who I know keep checking this, yeah I mean YOU!) will know what happened to me. If only those friggin' Ohioans would count the damn votes faster I could get an idea of who is winning! However, according to CBS News, Kerry has 207 and Bush has 246. Kerry just needs Ohio and those other Upper Mid-Western states and he's got it in the bag. I think. But I will be up bright and early tommorow for sure checking to see who won. Maybe goodnight, maybe not.

12:05 AM - While I'm waiting for the paaaaaiiiiiinnnnfffffuuuuuullllllllllllyyyyyyy slow results to come in (oh, roomate why are you cooking popcorn at 12 in the morning? Why?) I've decided to post about my day otherwise. Last night and tonight I started talking to Sara who I haven't talked to in a long time and it feels good. I do miss her and cannot wait until play weekend cuz I know it will be fun when the four of us get back together! Meanwhile, as I get reacquainted with one friend, I sever ties for good with another. I've officially ended any sort of friendship with Deb. I was very mean to her tonight in our last conversation ever, and I don't feel bad about it. Is that a bad thing? I mean she is a bit looney. And I don't really like her, so frankly I just don't feel bad. And I don't care if she does. Haha. Take that Deb! Eat my dust! I hope you're reading this too. Haha. I know the curiosity kills you! There, now that you've seen my acknowledgement of our fight, don't ever visit this blog again! So, more election updates to come....

11:59 PM - So this is my last update during the official election day, however my day is not over until the fat lady sings, well, or until the projections for who won the presidency come in. Same kind of thing. But I'm still gonna update under today's date.

11:45 PM - Curse you Florida! CURSE YOU! NOOOO! 237 to 188. There is still hope. I still believe!

11:15 PM - Goshdarnit! Kerry went up to 188, then Bush jumps to 210. Poo on this election right now. POO ON IT! (...to think, I'm more excited about this than I ever was about the Red sox winning- this here is my kinda excitement!)

10:30 PM - Damnit! No! No! No! Kerry still has a chance though. There is hope. Even if he loses Florida, if he win's PA, OH, and NH and some other states he has a good shot. Oh lordy. I'm so nervous! I couldn't do my homework!

9:30 PM - I came up with a cheer that I thought was uber creative:
Give me a K!
Give me an E!
Give me an R!
Give me another R!
Now give me a Y!
NOW give me 270 electoral votes!
And what does that spell?
KERRY FOR PRESIDENT! WOOOO!

9:00 PM - Count right now: 155 to 112....NOOOOO! Curse you dumbheads!

8:30 PM - Yay! Huzzah! I voted! Oh I felt so grown up! It was also relatively painless. I went up, said my name, filled in some circles on the ballot, which was somewhat reminiscent of the ScanTron tests we took in high school. And then I went over, put my ballot in the ballot thing and my vote was counted! Huzzah! Now GO KERRY! As of right now, he's is beating Bush 74 to 66, but it's early and we got a long way until 270.

1:30 PM - Alright so I won't be able to update until after I vote (and I know you are on the edge of your seats waiting for me to return to tell you all! Hehe.) So I will update tonight when I make my triumphant return!

11:30 AM - That's right. According to Blogger today is NaPreVoDay (or for long NAtionalPREsedentialVOtingDAY- get it?) I'm voting, are you? I think, yeah sure, it doesn't really matter in Massachusetts who you vote for because of the way the electoral college is set up (Kerry will in this state) but I figure I can say I excersised my right to vote and I voted for the better of the two men, even if that person doesn't end up winning tonight (oh how I hope he does.)

More will come as the day progresses...

Monday, November 01, 2004

Ever had this happen?

Where you tell someone something about someone else, something told in confidence that blows up in your face? Yeah, it's happened to me so many times. Where the person I tell talks to the person I was talking to them about. For instance, say I say something to Person A about Person B. Then Person A tells Person B what I said and I feel stupid and guilty. Yeah this has happened to me so many times. I just need to stop trusting people so easily.

Because until you've walked in my shoes, you have no idea what it is like to be me and how I relate to people.