I really suck at this.
Whenever I have time to blog I have nothing to day.
Because I am so inarticulate.
But I am currently sweaty and cold since I am in my sports bra since I went running and now no one is home so I can walk around naaaaakkkkeeeyyy which I don't because there are windows everywhere.
And then I ate organic spagettios, which pretty much canceled out the running.
Wa wa.
I register for classes tomorrow! Woo hoo!
These are the ones I'm taking:
History of Theatre II (obv.)
Principles of Arts Management
Contemporary Theatrical Forms
Intro to African American Studies
Entrepreneurship and Self Promotion in the Arts
Practicum 100 (Armory)
Sounds like a sexy party all spring (break) long.
When it's actually spring break will we yell spring break so much? It might be inappropriate.
I am going to take a shower so I don't smell anymore.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Addictions
In high school, every paper I wrote had an alternate title. I thought of this because I was about to write, for the subject of this post:
Addictions
--or--
How I'm Avoiding All the Work I Have to Do
(another possibility)
--or--
How I Never Know Which Words to Capitalize in Titles
Anyways, the real point of this is to show off the efforts of two inspirations:
1) my recent addiction to the Facebook Application, Scrabulous. I love love love Scrabble and miss it and am involved in several concurrent Scrabble games with my high school friends and my crushes (not the same people-- in fact, if they were a Venn Diagram, there would be no intersection)
2) benroseandscan's most recent endeavors with stop motion filming
Here's my attempt. I'm a little proud.
Addictions
--or--
How I'm Avoiding All the Work I Have to Do
(another possibility)
--or--
How I Never Know Which Words to Capitalize in Titles
Anyways, the real point of this is to show off the efforts of two inspirations:
1) my recent addiction to the Facebook Application, Scrabulous. I love love love Scrabble and miss it and am involved in several concurrent Scrabble games with my high school friends and my crushes (not the same people-- in fact, if they were a Venn Diagram, there would be no intersection)
2) benroseandscan's most recent endeavors with stop motion filming
Here's my attempt. I'm a little proud.
Monday, October 29, 2007
My List
Amy inspired me. My dad always said that if you want something, you should write it down and then you'll get it. My family did that with my house. We lived in a kind of shitty rented house because we didn't want to buy a house again until we found the "house of our dreams." (Is "the house of ill repute" actually something or is that just a phrase that's randomly in my head?) Anyways, we made a list: big back yard, finished basement, circle pathway on the first floor so you can run around in it, master bedroom with bathroom, office space, etc. And then, within a year, we found that house. It's where my family lives now. Except I don't have a bedroom there anymore but that's another story...
So, my list. I've decided that my problem (my one and only, right? ha!) in life is that I keep settling. Especially when it comes to dating people. I will date someone who likes me because I'm flattered. I don't realize that at the time, of course, but deep down, that's what happens. And time and time again, I stop being interested in the whatever-it-is because I wasn't actually interested in the first place. WELL THAT'S ABOUT TO STOP. So there. Ballnanzadotcom.
My list:
-Funny: they need to get my sense of humor and I need to get their sense of humor
-Good dresser
-In good shape
-Someone who takes care of him or herself (i.e. doesn't drink too much, smoke too much [my two most recent ... things], isn't self-destuctive, mentally or physically, etc...)
-Smart: this is a funny one though; I'll elaborate on it later
-Interesting: I can't date someone who isn't passionate about something, like a hobby, or a sport, or their job, or something
-Attractive: I don't care if the world finds this person attractive. But I've gotta think he or she is a good looking person. Or I can't do it. Is that shallow? Maybe. But I think it's just human nature...
-Outgoing: I don't want to constantly worry about doing introductions, making sure someone I'm with is constantly entertained even if we're with new people. I want someone who is outgoing and can survive independently in a group of my friends.
-My friends have to like a person I'm going to date. I've tried to do that thing where I tell myself, "They just don't understand..." but seriously, my friends know me better than I know myself and... they're always right about people. Before I know.
As far as guys go, I also (and this is very very very high on my list) need someone who is taller than 6' and dark haired.
With regards to the smart thing: I need someone who will get the nerdy side of me and who will have a nerdy side. But I also need someone who is street smart. Someone who will initiate conversation, physical contact, ideas for dates, etc. Something I've said before that I think applies nicely is the following:
I have a sweatshirt that has a calculus joke on the back of it. I think it's absolutely hilarious. And very few people I associate with on a regular basis get it when I explain it, let alone can figure it out on their own... So when someone does appreciate it, I'm pleased. However, the ideal guy for me would be a guy who would see it from afar, figure it out, get it, and think it was brilliant. Then, they would have the balls to come up to me and tell me that they liked my sweatshirt and ask me out based on looks and evident wit alone. This is my grand plan. And secretly when I wear my calc sweatshirt, I hope this fantasy is going to happen.
And I hope it won't be a creepy old man.
So, my list. I've decided that my problem (my one and only, right? ha!) in life is that I keep settling. Especially when it comes to dating people. I will date someone who likes me because I'm flattered. I don't realize that at the time, of course, but deep down, that's what happens. And time and time again, I stop being interested in the whatever-it-is because I wasn't actually interested in the first place. WELL THAT'S ABOUT TO STOP. So there. Ballnanzadotcom.
My list:
-Funny: they need to get my sense of humor and I need to get their sense of humor
-Good dresser
-In good shape
-Someone who takes care of him or herself (i.e. doesn't drink too much, smoke too much [my two most recent ... things], isn't self-destuctive, mentally or physically, etc...)
-Smart: this is a funny one though; I'll elaborate on it later
-Interesting: I can't date someone who isn't passionate about something, like a hobby, or a sport, or their job, or something
-Attractive: I don't care if the world finds this person attractive. But I've gotta think he or she is a good looking person. Or I can't do it. Is that shallow? Maybe. But I think it's just human nature...
-Outgoing: I don't want to constantly worry about doing introductions, making sure someone I'm with is constantly entertained even if we're with new people. I want someone who is outgoing and can survive independently in a group of my friends.
-My friends have to like a person I'm going to date. I've tried to do that thing where I tell myself, "They just don't understand..." but seriously, my friends know me better than I know myself and... they're always right about people. Before I know.
As far as guys go, I also (and this is very very very high on my list) need someone who is taller than 6' and dark haired.
With regards to the smart thing: I need someone who will get the nerdy side of me and who will have a nerdy side. But I also need someone who is street smart. Someone who will initiate conversation, physical contact, ideas for dates, etc. Something I've said before that I think applies nicely is the following:
I have a sweatshirt that has a calculus joke on the back of it. I think it's absolutely hilarious. And very few people I associate with on a regular basis get it when I explain it, let alone can figure it out on their own... So when someone does appreciate it, I'm pleased. However, the ideal guy for me would be a guy who would see it from afar, figure it out, get it, and think it was brilliant. Then, they would have the balls to come up to me and tell me that they liked my sweatshirt and ask me out based on looks and evident wit alone. This is my grand plan. And secretly when I wear my calc sweatshirt, I hope this fantasy is going to happen.
And I hope it won't be a creepy old man.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
This Heart's On Fire
Lives. It's not only a vague compilation of autobiographies of people who nobody cares about, it's the title of a hilarious book that is so vague it makes me piss my pants.
The truth is that the actual events of all of our lives are going to eventually be blurred, not only by our own perspectives and the perspectives of others, but by the entirety of history, because there are billions of people out there who will never know of our existence, and we will never know of theirs, and there are things that their entire lives revolve around that are obsolete to the rest of the population. I think it's incredibly comforting that there are a billion people out there who I could love, who would understand me and I them, but our lives aren't big enough to hold all of them, and we only have so much time, and we have to focus on the important stuff that notifies us that we are really, in fact alive.
Here are the things that do that for me:
1. Laughing so hard I have to sit down
2. My dear, absolutely dear, friends
3. Loud, loud music
4. Fierce dancing
5. A beautiful poem
6. My parents
And I'll find a person that I have to put on that list, and they'll have to be on that list or else it would be lying. But I haven't found that person yet.
Which is what makes this following situation ok.
There's this guy who I like for no reason, and he has every reason to like me, which he's listed to me over and over again, but he doesn't like me. I just don't do it for him, and he doesn't do it for me. So we're not together. And he told me all that, but wouldn't say that it was final, and wouldn't say that we're not going to be together, because he didn't want to completely end this confusing thing we've had going. But I did, and so I made him admit it throughout his unsure- stuttering-head-shaking-repeated use of the phrase, "I don't know,"-speech.
And it's fine.
I want someone who will do the unexpected things for me that I'd do for them, and mean it over and over and over again, and I'd mean each single one, too. I've started doing things instead of thinking about how great it would be if I do them, and I am the kind of person who will write notes on Jimmy John's paper and leave them on your car, and I'm the kind of person who will walk over really late at night and kiss you in the hallway when everyone else is asleep.
I want someone whose brain I absolutely love.
And I want someone that I can lie in bed with and listen to music with and take over the world with, even though I'll never see most of it. Because the people who have overtaken my former world of insecurity and loneliness and uncertain slowness into something sure and bright and fast are the ones who make me remember who I am and what I want. Thanks, guys.
Funny shit:
"Lives"
Ending sentences with, "an epic poem by," or "a play by"
Feeling as if we are in absurdist plays
Mistaking someone you don't know for someone you do know
Returning the wave of a person who is actually waving at someone else and then feeling unpopular, and then laughing because of it, and looking weird
My dad's voice messages
Adam Shalzi's blue and white man costume
The truth is that the actual events of all of our lives are going to eventually be blurred, not only by our own perspectives and the perspectives of others, but by the entirety of history, because there are billions of people out there who will never know of our existence, and we will never know of theirs, and there are things that their entire lives revolve around that are obsolete to the rest of the population. I think it's incredibly comforting that there are a billion people out there who I could love, who would understand me and I them, but our lives aren't big enough to hold all of them, and we only have so much time, and we have to focus on the important stuff that notifies us that we are really, in fact alive.
Here are the things that do that for me:
1. Laughing so hard I have to sit down
2. My dear, absolutely dear, friends
3. Loud, loud music
4. Fierce dancing
5. A beautiful poem
6. My parents
And I'll find a person that I have to put on that list, and they'll have to be on that list or else it would be lying. But I haven't found that person yet.
Which is what makes this following situation ok.
There's this guy who I like for no reason, and he has every reason to like me, which he's listed to me over and over again, but he doesn't like me. I just don't do it for him, and he doesn't do it for me. So we're not together. And he told me all that, but wouldn't say that it was final, and wouldn't say that we're not going to be together, because he didn't want to completely end this confusing thing we've had going. But I did, and so I made him admit it throughout his unsure- stuttering-head-shaking-repeated use of the phrase, "I don't know,"-speech.
And it's fine.
I want someone who will do the unexpected things for me that I'd do for them, and mean it over and over and over again, and I'd mean each single one, too. I've started doing things instead of thinking about how great it would be if I do them, and I am the kind of person who will write notes on Jimmy John's paper and leave them on your car, and I'm the kind of person who will walk over really late at night and kiss you in the hallway when everyone else is asleep.
I want someone whose brain I absolutely love.
And I want someone that I can lie in bed with and listen to music with and take over the world with, even though I'll never see most of it. Because the people who have overtaken my former world of insecurity and loneliness and uncertain slowness into something sure and bright and fast are the ones who make me remember who I am and what I want. Thanks, guys.
Funny shit:
"Lives"
Ending sentences with, "an epic poem by," or "a play by"
Feeling as if we are in absurdist plays
Mistaking someone you don't know for someone you do know
Returning the wave of a person who is actually waving at someone else and then feeling unpopular, and then laughing because of it, and looking weird
My dad's voice messages
Adam Shalzi's blue and white man costume
BLDs dot com
Last night, my goal was to party it up like a freshman. And, if I may say so myself, I was fairly successful in that endeavor.
My various tactics included:
-drinking a bit too much
-kissing a bit too much
-staying in character the entire night as jtlake
Results of these tactics:
-BLDs*
-BLDs
-getting into a really intense fight with someone dressed up as Britney
Overall, I'd say it was a fairly successful night. Definitely a successful party, albeit the presence of the coppers half-way through. But it happens... As do BLDs. I've decided that every now and then, it's important to incorporate a BLD or two into one's life. Maybe not as many as I squeezed in last night, but like I said, it happens.
Plus, as I was indulging, pre-party, I thought about our motto for this year: No Regrets '07!
*Bad Life Decisions
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Unfortunate Jobs That People Have
Today, I was sitting in a chair in my apartment, doing some homework. Then, there was a knock on the door. I thought maybe I'd won some money, or a cat. But it was a girl who wanted me to give her money in exchange for a fun-sized Snickers bar and the knowledge that I'd done a good deed for some underpriviledged hooligans in the Champaign-Urbana area. I gave her a dollar. I felt weird not giving her a dollar. But I also wanted that dollar.
Then I started thinking about other things that people have to do to give them money for charitable things, and how most people don't give them anything. I think they need to take a new approach to it. Like, maybe show up with a boombox with some rap music and a B-List Celebrity, and one of those white tigers from the Siegfried and Roy act in Las Vegas.
Then I started thinking about how it sucks to try to get people to give you a break, and about jobs that I hope I never have. I hope I am never a person who administers parking tickets, or someone who cleans the bathroom at the gas station, or someone who issues new i-Cards at the STUPID UNION BOOKSTORE.
I LOST MY I-CARD AND THEY WON'T GIVE ME A NEW ONE UNLESS I GIVE THEM TWENTY DOLLARS. IT'S IN MY ROOM. I KNOW IT'S IN THERE, MY ROOM IS VERY SMALL, BUT I CANNOT FIND IT, AND I REFUSE TO BUY A NEW ONE BECAUSE I PLAN ON SPENDING MY TWENTY DOLLARS ON OTHER THINGS, LIKE CANDY OR BOOZE.
Bye!!
Then I started thinking about other things that people have to do to give them money for charitable things, and how most people don't give them anything. I think they need to take a new approach to it. Like, maybe show up with a boombox with some rap music and a B-List Celebrity, and one of those white tigers from the Siegfried and Roy act in Las Vegas.
Then I started thinking about how it sucks to try to get people to give you a break, and about jobs that I hope I never have. I hope I am never a person who administers parking tickets, or someone who cleans the bathroom at the gas station, or someone who issues new i-Cards at the STUPID UNION BOOKSTORE.
I LOST MY I-CARD AND THEY WON'T GIVE ME A NEW ONE UNLESS I GIVE THEM TWENTY DOLLARS. IT'S IN MY ROOM. I KNOW IT'S IN THERE, MY ROOM IS VERY SMALL, BUT I CANNOT FIND IT, AND I REFUSE TO BUY A NEW ONE BECAUSE I PLAN ON SPENDING MY TWENTY DOLLARS ON OTHER THINGS, LIKE CANDY OR BOOZE.
Bye!!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
ballnanzadot com dot com dot com is taking over the world
You think I'm lying. I'm not. THE WORLD, I SAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy Birthday to Kinzie.
It is cold outside. But a nice kind of cold.
Happy Birthday to Kinzie.
It is cold outside. But a nice kind of cold.
i'm an old fart!
Annah is great. She made me a Barbie cake and arranged a mini surprise party for me right at midnight and it was grand. We discussed butts with Adam. Then we recorded some videos. This is the result.
(oh, and please forgive my primitive editing skillz... yes.)
(oh, and please forgive my primitive editing skillz... yes.)
Monday, October 22, 2007
Joint entry: love kinzie and annah
Annah's starting:
My dog had a hernia that once exploded. He licked off the juice (orange and mango flavored juice) that had an avocado hue to it. Throughout his life, the dog named Hymen always licked the vaginas and balls [Annah did 3 words in a row. What a bitch.]
THE END.
We are on crack except not. Love Hymen the dog and the grandpa.
Annah's grandpa was named Hymen. Maybe it wasn't spelled like that. I dunno. I'm just a-typin' away on these here keys. Yep.
This is my last entry as a teenager. Unless I post again in the next 21 minutes. Which is doubtful.
LOVE, US.
My dog had a hernia that once exploded. He licked off the juice (orange and mango flavored juice) that had an avocado hue to it. Throughout his life, the dog named Hymen always licked the vaginas and balls [Annah did 3 words in a row. What a bitch.]
THE END.
We are on crack except not. Love Hymen the dog and the grandpa.
Annah's grandpa was named Hymen. Maybe it wasn't spelled like that. I dunno. I'm just a-typin' away on these here keys. Yep.
This is my last entry as a teenager. Unless I post again in the next 21 minutes. Which is doubtful.
LOVE, US.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Metamorphoses
I just got back from watching Metamorphoses. And in about two seconds I'm gonna go plop down in front of the television to watch the rest of the football game. Then I'm going to be lame and go to bed because I'm working at 6 am tomorrow and I don't have time to get sick. But first:
The show really made me appreciative of two things: discovering physicality of a character and the amount you can do with visual effects. I realized that some of my favorite performances were the result of people diving (ha! -- get it? because of the water?) into their character completely. Each actor had many different personalities to portray and the people who found different physicalities and vocal choices for each one were by far the most enjoyable to watch. Something to consider, since that's what we're talking a lot about in our acting class: the idea of figuring out where our character moves from, how they would sit, how they would lean forward. Basic concepts, I suppose, but they can make a huge difference in a performance.
Also, I love love LOVED the projections during most of the show. A few were distracting on occasion, but mostly they contributed to the atmosphere. One of my favorite moments was when Eleni and Justin were silhouetted by the ocean scape. Beautiful.
okbye.
The show really made me appreciative of two things: discovering physicality of a character and the amount you can do with visual effects. I realized that some of my favorite performances were the result of people diving (ha! -- get it? because of the water?) into their character completely. Each actor had many different personalities to portray and the people who found different physicalities and vocal choices for each one were by far the most enjoyable to watch. Something to consider, since that's what we're talking a lot about in our acting class: the idea of figuring out where our character moves from, how they would sit, how they would lean forward. Basic concepts, I suppose, but they can make a huge difference in a performance.
Also, I love love LOVED the projections during most of the show. A few were distracting on occasion, but mostly they contributed to the atmosphere. One of my favorite moments was when Eleni and Justin were silhouetted by the ocean scape. Beautiful.
okbye.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Ariosto = R.E.O. Speedwagon?
Amy: Alien abduction.
Annah: What?
Kinzie: Alien abduction.
Annah: Liposuction?
Amy: Alien abduction.
Kinzie: Shark attacks.
“PEOPLE NEED TO CHILL THE FUCK OUT. A paper by Annah Feinberg.” --annah.feinberg
"So it was like Unicorns Gone Wild?" -- alipman2
Annah: What?
Kinzie: Alien abduction.
Annah: Liposuction?
Amy: Alien abduction.
Kinzie: Shark attacks.
“PEOPLE NEED TO CHILL THE FUCK OUT. A paper by Annah Feinberg.” --annah.feinberg
"So it was like Unicorns Gone Wild?" -- alipman2
TODAY IS FRIDAY
I'm having a very nice time here in Urbana-Champaign, but as I'm looking through this Chicago Tribune that I usually take from Allen Hall, I am more and more excited to live in Chicago.
Even though when we're all living in Chicago, maybe we'll be remembering good times in Urbana.
I have to pee, now.
Annah have fun at Paradise Lost. We will miss you!!
Even though when we're all living in Chicago, maybe we'll be remembering good times in Urbana.
I have to pee, now.
Annah have fun at Paradise Lost. We will miss you!!
More Funny Shit
8. SHARK ATTACKS
9. Danville
10. Mahomet
11. Rapping on the way home from Sunday Dinner
a. **** ******'s butt
b. high fastening pants
c. comfortable saturday pants
d. scully's fish n' chips
9. Danville
10. Mahomet
11. Rapping on the way home from Sunday Dinner
a. **** ******'s butt
b. high fastening pants
c. comfortable saturday pants
d. scully's fish n' chips
Thursday, October 18, 2007
el jay
Alrighty, it's my turn... My past entries mostly reside in the 2003 time (sophomore year of high school).
Here's my first entry. Ever. January 8, 2003. I will point out that the "person" or "certain people" I'm referring to is the boy who was my first kiss and long distance boyfriend of 9 months, Zack Phillips. He was from Pinkneyville, IL. That's near Centralia.
wow... i have succumbed to live journal stuff... i never thought i'd see the day. :) oh well... i have a chem final to study for, so i'm afraid this entry's not gonna be long, but, wow. i have so much to say. i want to talk about everything! like, people, adn theatre fest, which starts tomorrow, and i'm SO excited about! i'm taking such great classes! and i'm going to see a bunch of my camp friends! (well, 3, but still...) and i'm going to se awesoem shows! and i'm taking tons of cool classes.
i wish *certain people* could live close to here, and not 3 hours away. :( i want all my friends to live in chambana and go to uni with me... but, as i said in a french excercise with emily today, "le monde n'est pas juste" so i guess i'm just gonna have to deal with not seeing my friend for a while, and live with talking to him on the phone and on email. i dunno...
i also wish i didn't have a chem final tomorrow! grrrrrrrrrrrr... i have to go now... but i can see what emily means about this being addictive... :) a good way to procrastinate and not do homework... haha! hey, but i already did my fc and my english hw. i just have to edit my math paper (how stupid) and do my french (not like i'm going to actually do it, but...) and lots of other stupid insignificant stuff, when i could be talking to people online or on the phone or having fun reading my book, a tree grows in brooklyn. or doing anything else... :( oh well... back to the books.
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Here's my follow-up entry to Theatre Fest. January 15, 2003. Yes.
i keep meaning to write about theatre fest, but i just dont have time. one story i HAVE to tell: i met this guy whose name tag said "SEXY" on it, so i was like (incredibly joking, of course) "hey sexy" and he's like, "i know i am, aren't i?" and then he succeeded to ask me if i wanted gummy worms. now, not wanting to be rude, but also realizing that i'm a vegetarian, i decided to say, "no thanks" as if i was saying no to drugs or something. and then he's like "ok. i guess its too early for gummy worms, huh?" and so i said "yeah. that's it." and then we parted ways. hte strange part was that two more times that day, the "sexy" guy came up to me and asked me again if i wanted gummy worms. strange people, those theatre people. and yet I LOVE THEM! it's so weird. i thrive in that kind of an environment. go figure...
i'm so excited! zack might come down--er... up, for the winter formal!!! yay! i can't wait to see him again! lol... :-D
i'm also very happy, because we're doing bye bye birdie at my school! i'm looking forward to it, because there are a lot of small parts, which, as a sophomore, and not an all mighty upper classman, i can look forward to. :) and the guys fit perfectly too, which is a first (i'm assumming) at uni... :)
Current Mood: excited, happy, & overwhelmed
Current Music: the sweet singing of paige martin during her voice lesson"
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January 19, 2003:
Hello everybody! I just downloaded the thing to type in the live journal entries. Before, I was typing in the web thing, and posting from there. Fun stuff, huh? Notice how I'm actually using caps now? I've decided to try this, just to work on being more "professional" or something. Who knows? I just felt random. We'll see how long this weird mood lasts. Lol.
Here's an excerpt from a description of a day at work at the catering company I worked at:
THere are some real sluts working there. Two girls separately warned me about each other. Carolyn comes up to me and says "Kinzie, watch out for Danielle. She really sleeps around the catering company." And then Danielle comes up to me adn says, "Kinzie, stay away from Carolyn. She's a real bitch adn talks about everyone behind their backs. I saw her taking you under her wing and I was worried she had already poisoned you." And I was like, (thinking to myself, of course) "damn! I smell bitch!" (which is somethign a friend of mine says ALL THE TIME. Oh well. The guys were all so nice tho! I really liked them (don't worry, not like that; they were just really nice and accepting, and hm... not bitchy (?)). There is this guy named Sam who started right off the bat treating me exactly the same way he treated everyone else. Like, the first time I ever met him, he kicked me. Lol. Fun stuff.
This is enough for tonight. BallnanzaDOTcom.
Here's my first entry. Ever. January 8, 2003. I will point out that the "person" or "certain people" I'm referring to is the boy who was my first kiss and long distance boyfriend of 9 months, Zack Phillips. He was from Pinkneyville, IL. That's near Centralia.
wow... i have succumbed to live journal stuff... i never thought i'd see the day. :) oh well... i have a chem final to study for, so i'm afraid this entry's not gonna be long, but, wow. i have so much to say. i want to talk about everything! like, people, adn theatre fest, which starts tomorrow, and i'm SO excited about! i'm taking such great classes! and i'm going to see a bunch of my camp friends! (well, 3, but still...) and i'm going to se awesoem shows! and i'm taking tons of cool classes.
i wish *certain people* could live close to here, and not 3 hours away. :( i want all my friends to live in chambana and go to uni with me... but, as i said in a french excercise with emily today, "le monde n'est pas juste" so i guess i'm just gonna have to deal with not seeing my friend for a while, and live with talking to him on the phone and on email. i dunno...
i also wish i didn't have a chem final tomorrow! grrrrrrrrrrrr... i have to go now... but i can see what emily means about this being addictive... :) a good way to procrastinate and not do homework... haha! hey, but i already did my fc and my english hw. i just have to edit my math paper (how stupid) and do my french (not like i'm going to actually do it, but...) and lots of other stupid insignificant stuff, when i could be talking to people online or on the phone or having fun reading my book, a tree grows in brooklyn. or doing anything else... :( oh well... back to the books.
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Here's my follow-up entry to Theatre Fest. January 15, 2003. Yes.
i keep meaning to write about theatre fest, but i just dont have time. one story i HAVE to tell: i met this guy whose name tag said "SEXY" on it, so i was like (incredibly joking, of course) "hey sexy" and he's like, "i know i am, aren't i?" and then he succeeded to ask me if i wanted gummy worms. now, not wanting to be rude, but also realizing that i'm a vegetarian, i decided to say, "no thanks" as if i was saying no to drugs or something. and then he's like "ok. i guess its too early for gummy worms, huh?" and so i said "yeah. that's it." and then we parted ways. hte strange part was that two more times that day, the "sexy" guy came up to me and asked me again if i wanted gummy worms. strange people, those theatre people. and yet I LOVE THEM! it's so weird. i thrive in that kind of an environment. go figure...
i'm so excited! zack might come down--er... up, for the winter formal!!! yay! i can't wait to see him again! lol... :-D
i'm also very happy, because we're doing bye bye birdie at my school! i'm looking forward to it, because there are a lot of small parts, which, as a sophomore, and not an all mighty upper classman, i can look forward to. :) and the guys fit perfectly too, which is a first (i'm assumming) at uni... :)
Current Mood: excited, happy, & overwhelmed
Current Music: the sweet singing of paige martin during her voice lesson"
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January 19, 2003:
Hello everybody! I just downloaded the thing to type in the live journal entries. Before, I was typing in the web thing, and posting from there. Fun stuff, huh? Notice how I'm actually using caps now? I've decided to try this, just to work on being more "professional" or something. Who knows? I just felt random. We'll see how long this weird mood lasts. Lol.
Here's an excerpt from a description of a day at work at the catering company I worked at:
THere are some real sluts working there. Two girls separately warned me about each other. Carolyn comes up to me and says "Kinzie, watch out for Danielle. She really sleeps around the catering company." And then Danielle comes up to me adn says, "Kinzie, stay away from Carolyn. She's a real bitch adn talks about everyone behind their backs. I saw her taking you under her wing and I was worried she had already poisoned you." And I was like, (thinking to myself, of course) "damn! I smell bitch!" (which is somethign a friend of mine says ALL THE TIME. Oh well. The guys were all so nice tho! I really liked them (don't worry, not like that; they were just really nice and accepting, and hm... not bitchy (?)). There is this guy named Sam who started right off the bat treating me exactly the same way he treated everyone else. Like, the first time I ever met him, he kicked me. Lol. Fun stuff.
This is enough for tonight. BallnanzaDOTcom.
What?
I'm not done yet.
Has anyone noticed that the Nagler readings for 461 suck?
Everybody, please note page 94. This is important.
Chapter XXXIV: How to Make Dolphins and Other Sea Monsters Appear to Spout Water While Swimming
And also note the ghastly picture drawn below.
Page 99, don't forget
Chapter XLIII: How to Make a Cloud Descend Perpendicularly with Persons in It
And also
Chapter XLV: How to Make a Cloud Descend So That It Will Gradually Move from the Extreme End of the Stage to the Middle of the Stage, a Cloud, Moreover, with Persons in It
Nagler has made a bold choise in capitalizing the "I" in "It". He's so affected.
Has anyone noticed that the Nagler readings for 461 suck?
Everybody, please note page 94. This is important.
Chapter XXXIV: How to Make Dolphins and Other Sea Monsters Appear to Spout Water While Swimming
And also note the ghastly picture drawn below.
Page 99, don't forget
Chapter XLIII: How to Make a Cloud Descend Perpendicularly with Persons in It
And also
Chapter XLV: How to Make a Cloud Descend So That It Will Gradually Move from the Extreme End of the Stage to the Middle of the Stage, a Cloud, Moreover, with Persons in It
Nagler has made a bold choise in capitalizing the "I" in "It". He's so affected.
Funny Shit
There are some things that will always be funny.
I welcome everyone to add to the list.
Here are a few things that get me every time.
1. Animals dressed as other animals
2. When a vehicle that is supposed to drive on the street drives through the interior of a building and people don't know what to do with themselves, and it messes up the flow of walking, and whether or not they can cross in front of it.
3. Tripping
4. Making jokes that nobody laughs at
5. Writing "butts" on a chalkboard in a classroom and not telling anyone it was you, or telling people it was you.
6. Throwing things that don't need to be thrown
7. Yelling things that don't need to be yelled
I welcome everyone to add to the list.
Here are a few things that get me every time.
1. Animals dressed as other animals
2. When a vehicle that is supposed to drive on the street drives through the interior of a building and people don't know what to do with themselves, and it messes up the flow of walking, and whether or not they can cross in front of it.
3. Tripping
4. Making jokes that nobody laughs at
5. Writing "butts" on a chalkboard in a classroom and not telling anyone it was you, or telling people it was you.
6. Throwing things that don't need to be thrown
7. Yelling things that don't need to be yelled
I used to want to be a musical theatre STAR
I just discovered my old Xanga, which was the same thing as a live journal, I think. It features an Al Hirshfield cartoon of Sunday in the Park with George. Which it would.
I have a few entries I would like to share:
May 24, 2004: "Most em-BARE-ASS-ing thing ever: (I love those puns). So, for those of you who don't know, I play a stripper in one of the songs for our musical theatre show. So the night before the show, Susan decides that my skirt isn't "strippery" enough, so she cuts it a lot shorter with shreddy things. Since it was the night before the show, I didn't get a chance to run the number with the new subtraction of the skirt. So, when I bend over to play the trumpet between my legs, apparently the entire audience (except for my mom who was in the back row) got a nice glimpse of my ass. I mean, I had a leotard on, but there is a large possibility that it was riding up a bit since it doens't really fit me. I didn't find this out until AFTER the show. It's so embarassing. So, Susan said she's going to fix the skirt and I'm going to wear my own leotard for the next show. I apoligize for any of you who unfortunately saw that."
May 11, 2004: "My mom though "Send in the Clowns" was from Cats. I think I'm going to cry."
And here's one of those quiz things (April 13th, 2004):
- last time you cried: during west side story at the marriot
- things in your past that you regret: not getting more involved in stuff my freshman year
- what's in your cd player: the anyone can whistle origional cast album
- what color socks are you wearing: my feet are naked and my toenails are red
-what's under your bed: some pictures of naked people the scott yakescan drew on my bed
- what time did you wake up today: 5:45
- current longing: to quote erin hickey "to be with someone..."
- current favorite music: showtunes of course
- favorite coffee: tea
- favorite smell: men's cologne
- what makes you mad: when people don't think realistically- are currently in love: not really
- any bad habits: i get way too enthusiatic sometimes
- do you find it hard to trust people: kind of
- any secret crushes: maybe...
- believe there is life on other planets: yes
- have any tattoos: i kind of want to get a tiny one sometime. but i don't know what it would be of. leave me suggestions
- favorite way to waste time: there is no such thing as wasting time
April 12, 2004: Well, this weekend was great. My cousin and I drove down to U of I (not the most exciting drive, but whatever). I had a meeting with the director of the undergraduate theatre department. He was really nice and I love the program. I really want to go there. Their theatre building is amazing and there are so many oppertunities for student directed work. Except only 6 people get accepted into the Theatre Studies program each year out of like 30. So I'll cross my fingers. Friday night I went out to dinner with Brian and Greg and then went Indian dancing with Greg and his quite out-there friends. It was so much fun! I'm still sore from it. We did Indian dances straight from like 8-12:30 and we could barely walk afterwards. One Saturday I went to a tennis match with my cousin. Then we went to lunch and I ran into Alex Davis, Hilary Holland and a bunch of people so I ate with them and then did some AP Biology homework. Then I went to a chocolate cafe place with them which was really good but then we went to Gavin's discusting frat house. Then I went and saw a student directed production of "Last 5 Years" with Brian, which was actually pretty good. Then we went to Brian's dorm and watched "Office Space" with one of his friends. Then Sunday we went home. I really liked the school. The only thing I didn't like was that there are so many bars and there is so much emphesis on drinking. But at such a big school I don't think it would be too hard to find people who aren't really into that. I'm going to bed.
March 29, 2004: Mmmmmm....Spring Break.
Wow, things have changed...
I have a few entries I would like to share:
May 24, 2004: "Most em-BARE-ASS-ing thing ever: (I love those puns). So, for those of you who don't know, I play a stripper in one of the songs for our musical theatre show. So the night before the show, Susan decides that my skirt isn't "strippery" enough, so she cuts it a lot shorter with shreddy things. Since it was the night before the show, I didn't get a chance to run the number with the new subtraction of the skirt. So, when I bend over to play the trumpet between my legs, apparently the entire audience (except for my mom who was in the back row) got a nice glimpse of my ass. I mean, I had a leotard on, but there is a large possibility that it was riding up a bit since it doens't really fit me. I didn't find this out until AFTER the show. It's so embarassing. So, Susan said she's going to fix the skirt and I'm going to wear my own leotard for the next show. I apoligize for any of you who unfortunately saw that."
May 11, 2004: "My mom though "Send in the Clowns" was from Cats. I think I'm going to cry."
And here's one of those quiz things (April 13th, 2004):
- last time you cried: during west side story at the marriot
- things in your past that you regret: not getting more involved in stuff my freshman year
- what's in your cd player: the anyone can whistle origional cast album
- what color socks are you wearing: my feet are naked and my toenails are red
-what's under your bed: some pictures of naked people the scott yakescan drew on my bed
- what time did you wake up today: 5:45
- current longing: to quote erin hickey "to be with someone..."
- current favorite music: showtunes of course
- favorite coffee: tea
- favorite smell: men's cologne
- what makes you mad: when people don't think realistically- are currently in love: not really
- any bad habits: i get way too enthusiatic sometimes
- do you find it hard to trust people: kind of
- any secret crushes: maybe...
- believe there is life on other planets: yes
- have any tattoos: i kind of want to get a tiny one sometime. but i don't know what it would be of. leave me suggestions
- favorite way to waste time: there is no such thing as wasting time
April 12, 2004: Well, this weekend was great. My cousin and I drove down to U of I (not the most exciting drive, but whatever). I had a meeting with the director of the undergraduate theatre department. He was really nice and I love the program. I really want to go there. Their theatre building is amazing and there are so many oppertunities for student directed work. Except only 6 people get accepted into the Theatre Studies program each year out of like 30. So I'll cross my fingers. Friday night I went out to dinner with Brian and Greg and then went Indian dancing with Greg and his quite out-there friends. It was so much fun! I'm still sore from it. We did Indian dances straight from like 8-12:30 and we could barely walk afterwards. One Saturday I went to a tennis match with my cousin. Then we went to lunch and I ran into Alex Davis, Hilary Holland and a bunch of people so I ate with them and then did some AP Biology homework. Then I went to a chocolate cafe place with them which was really good but then we went to Gavin's discusting frat house. Then I went and saw a student directed production of "Last 5 Years" with Brian, which was actually pretty good. Then we went to Brian's dorm and watched "Office Space" with one of his friends. Then Sunday we went home. I really liked the school. The only thing I didn't like was that there are so many bars and there is so much emphesis on drinking. But at such a big school I don't think it would be too hard to find people who aren't really into that. I'm going to bed.
March 29, 2004: Mmmmmm....Spring Break.
Wow, things have changed...
I Fell Asleep and Scared Mr. Kurash
I deleted that last post and decided to keep a record of it in my old livejournal that has been inactive for years now. This, of course, led me to rereading the posts I had from Sophomore year of high school (when I first started the LJ). It made me laugh. And cry at my 15 year old self... This is an excerpt from a list of 8 things that were making me happy at that one time:
"6. I'M GROWING UP!!!
i'm so proud of myself... i'm a big girl now! i am so proud of moi-meme... --er, myself... oops! i'm still kinda in the french mode. i was trying to write stuff in french earlier... :) note the word *trying*! but, seriously, as immature as i still may seem, i feel like i'm maturing SLOWLY. like, i'm able to have conversations with people with out them sounding like they're talking to a little kid. like, a friend of my mom's swears in front of me now, whereas before they would be like "what the FU-- dge..." kinda things... and now he's just like, "*sniff sniff* hm... i smell bitch." <--isnt' that a good one? i like it... it makes me happy..."
I can't emotionally handle that. Annah and I often talk about how weird it is that we're living together for our third year now and how different we are from our freshman selves. There were things we used to make such huge deals about. Like how we wrote out our daily schedules to the minute on our dry erase boards. "7:30 -- Wake up; 7:35 -- Shower; 7:45 -- Get dressed......" Well, I think there's no clearer example of my own personal growth than comparing myself to the blog entry I wrote on March 16th, 2003. Jeez Lousie.
This brings me to my next point. Annah and I, in discussion this evening, decided that we should have themed blog posts. And we decided our first theme is "Looking Back: Old Diary Entries/Blog Posts." So, let's get started, ladies... (:
"6. I'M GROWING UP!!!
i'm so proud of myself... i'm a big girl now! i am so proud of moi-meme... --er, myself... oops! i'm still kinda in the french mode. i was trying to write stuff in french earlier... :) note the word *trying*! but, seriously, as immature as i still may seem, i feel like i'm maturing SLOWLY. like, i'm able to have conversations with people with out them sounding like they're talking to a little kid. like, a friend of my mom's swears in front of me now, whereas before they would be like "what the FU-- dge..." kinda things... and now he's just like, "*sniff sniff* hm... i smell bitch." <--isnt' that a good one? i like it... it makes me happy..."
I can't emotionally handle that. Annah and I often talk about how weird it is that we're living together for our third year now and how different we are from our freshman selves. There were things we used to make such huge deals about. Like how we wrote out our daily schedules to the minute on our dry erase boards. "7:30 -- Wake up; 7:35 -- Shower; 7:45 -- Get dressed......" Well, I think there's no clearer example of my own personal growth than comparing myself to the blog entry I wrote on March 16th, 2003. Jeez Lousie.
This brings me to my next point. Annah and I, in discussion this evening, decided that we should have themed blog posts. And we decided our first theme is "Looking Back: Old Diary Entries/Blog Posts." So, let's get started, ladies... (:
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Making Friends Everywhere We Go
Yesterday, Amy was laughing so hard that she was maybe going to pee her pants. So she sat down. On the quad. Then, the cheer leading squad, who were practicing on the grass, all turned and looked at her because they thought she had fallen. In sympathy, one of the male cheer leaders flashed us the upper part of his thigh to reveal an elephantine bruise. I told him to feel better and Amy told him that she would send him a get well card but she didn't have his name or address.
Then we went to eat pumpkin ice cream (we made friends with the ice cream man).
Then I told this man that we know about getting carried away.
And today I was going to go buy some more chapstick because I'm almost out but it was raining and I didn't have an umbrella so I didn't.
-Annah
Then we went to eat pumpkin ice cream (we made friends with the ice cream man).
Then I told this man that we know about getting carried away.
And today I was going to go buy some more chapstick because I'm almost out but it was raining and I didn't have an umbrella so I didn't.
-Annah
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Sup
The tone for this blog has been set to smarter than I am, since you used the word "shan't," and I would've typed "shain't".
Dee deedle dee dee deeeeee... Three ladies.
I received a voicemail at 11:25 am today from the one and only A. Lipman today in which she said,
"Hey, um, OK, so this morning, I was thinking, what if you and me and Annah started our own blog and it was called "Ballnanza" and it was like Ben and Marty's but like, better, and like, not everyone really had to see it but like, we could do funny things. OKbye. Hehhhhh."
From this one voicemail and an ensuing conversation, we have the birth of this blog. I don't know that our blog will remotely compare in style and function to Marty and Ben's so I'm not going to claim superiority, but I do think this blog could have potential? We shall see, shan't we?
I'll leave you with one thought from L. Dix:
"It's gonna be a full-fledged ghetto beatdown."
"Hey, um, OK, so this morning, I was thinking, what if you and me and Annah started our own blog and it was called "Ballnanza" and it was like Ben and Marty's but like, better, and like, not everyone really had to see it but like, we could do funny things. OKbye. Hehhhhh."
From this one voicemail and an ensuing conversation, we have the birth of this blog. I don't know that our blog will remotely compare in style and function to Marty and Ben's so I'm not going to claim superiority, but I do think this blog could have potential? We shall see, shan't we?
I'll leave you with one thought from L. Dix:
"It's gonna be a full-fledged ghetto beatdown."
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