OK SO!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Our downstairs neighbor got a puppy three days ago, and in true puppy form whenever left alone it cries and barks. Since it started I have felt so sad the lonely puppy but completely understand. Let's not forget that not long ago the huge beast living in my house known as Booker was a crying pup himself only wanting love and attention. All night tonight Amy (a new unofficial addition to the apartment), Michelle, and I went back and forth on the subject with them talking about how annoying it was and me not finding it annoying and just feeling bad for the dog.
Finally Michelle decided enough was enough and went downstairs and posted a note on the door the read as follows
"Hello Neighbor,
Being a dog own myself, I understand how difficult it is to leave new dogs on their own and NOT have them bark uncontrollably :)
However, in this difficult time of the year, and in my semester, I cannot help but be bothered by the constant barkes and cries of your dog.
I'll be leaving for winter break very shortly so it won't be a problem for a while but once that gets over with, the barking simply cannot be happening like it has been. It's been quite unbearable and impossible to sleep with.
Thank you,
Your neighbors"
It should have said your neighbor. None the less Michelle went to sleep and Amy and I studied until I wanted to go sleep so Amy got ready to leave. We walked towards my front door and when I opened it I found my downstairs neighbor walking towards my apartment with a paper in his hands. He handed me the paper and said "this is for you". I opened it, saw it was Michelle's not with added commentary and said "I'll make sure she gets it when she's awake, thanks" and he walked back downstairs.
INSTANTLY I WAS MORTIFIED!!! HE TOTALLY THINKS THAT I WROTE THE LETTER OR AGREED WITH IT AND PROBABLY THINKS THAT AMY IS MICHELLE. SOOOO We walk down towards Amy's car feeling incredible awkward and just laughing at the entire situation. When we walk past his patio he opens the sliding door and lets out the dog in question and probably (hopefully) hears us talking about how incredible awkward I feel and I wish i could just roll up and die.
I return upstairs with my heart in my throat and read the response
"To whom it may concern,
I think you'd be suprised at what you hear living on the bottom floor. The sobbing. The obnoxious laughter, the party that you had a couple weeks back [side note: the party was not michelle and me but the people next to us]. The point is you often keep me up at night as well and while it's not exactly convenient you pay to live here just as I do and I'm not about to tell you how to behave in your home so I ask that you please not tell me how to behave in mine. Please stop with the notes on my car* and in front of my home
Thanks!"
*To explain, he was parking in our parking spot for a while and Michelle left and angry note on his car.
SO ME - Kevin! Mr. Not-at-all-bothered-by-dog who in fact defended the dog ALL NIGHT! Is not the face of the anti-dog campaign and actually had to face the neighbor...
I have never felt more awkward in my entire life.
Meanwhile, Michelle is dead a sleep and has NO idea any of it happened.
Oy
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
It's bananas...I die
Tonight I had full intention of going to bed early and almost succeeded. After making a slew, yes a slew, of latkes for my shockingly Amy-less apartment I fell asleep at an over dramatic 9:15. Now comes that part when you look at the time stamp on this entry and say "Oh gosh Kevin...you always find yourself in these kooky situations." I know I know, but this blog was birthed out of a sleepless night seemingly ages ago so...yeah!
Tomorrow is the first rehearsal of my latest theatrical endeavor Leading Ladies by Ken Ludwig. Regretfully I must say that I haven't been exactly amazing in the process thus far. My articles have been late and poorly written and my ideas, though good ideas, are few and far between. I have this notion (who uses the word notion?) that when I'm finally lead dramaturg on a show I'll come up with this master calendar including a list of assignments for any potential assistant and be all up to date and fantastic. Will this come true? probably not. But it would be amazing if I could pull it off. Leading Ladies will be interesting because it's working with a director who isn't part of the faculty at the University. There's is this part of the process as dramaturg, especially as assistant dramaturg, where you wonder: Will this director like me? Am I helping at all or am I just brooding over trivial notes that could make the show better in the corner? What if this director has no idea what a dramaturg is?
This danger is incredibly because the director isn't from the University and thus has no background with the degree. She did have a dramaturg for the last she directed, a wonderful snaffoo called Company; however, the situation was different because I think that that dramaturg's dramaturgy is a little less aggressive than mine is.
I'm going to pretend to write a review for my portfolio and then go to bed.
NO CLASSES TOMORROW!
Tomorrow is the first rehearsal of my latest theatrical endeavor Leading Ladies by Ken Ludwig. Regretfully I must say that I haven't been exactly amazing in the process thus far. My articles have been late and poorly written and my ideas, though good ideas, are few and far between. I have this notion (who uses the word notion?) that when I'm finally lead dramaturg on a show I'll come up with this master calendar including a list of assignments for any potential assistant and be all up to date and fantastic. Will this come true? probably not. But it would be amazing if I could pull it off. Leading Ladies will be interesting because it's working with a director who isn't part of the faculty at the University. There's is this part of the process as dramaturg, especially as assistant dramaturg, where you wonder: Will this director like me? Am I helping at all or am I just brooding over trivial notes that could make the show better in the corner? What if this director has no idea what a dramaturg is?
This danger is incredibly because the director isn't from the University and thus has no background with the degree. She did have a dramaturg for the last she directed, a wonderful snaffoo called Company; however, the situation was different because I think that that dramaturg's dramaturgy is a little less aggressive than mine is.
I'm going to pretend to write a review for my portfolio and then go to bed.
NO CLASSES TOMORROW!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
...
I understand that its weird to just post this but...
I'm wearing the same shirt today that I am in the 'GYPSY!' picture to the right of this post...ouch
I need new clothes.
I'm wearing the same shirt today that I am in the 'GYPSY!' picture to the right of this post...ouch
I need new clothes.
Monday, September 29, 2008
If it looks like studying, and is described as studying...its probably blogging
Hi there! Face here!
Ok so lets talk about my NATS test in half an hour and how much I would really rather not. I've been attempting to study for the past few days and I actually do know some stuff (I think...or I hope) and so I'm not too stressed out. At this point I feel like I'll take it. See how I do. Use it as a learning experience for what his tests are like. And if necessary drop the lowest grade and study like a fiend for the rest of the tests. Probably not the best idea but for sure the most likely.
In other news, sitting in the ILC I ran into my english teacher from first semester. I miss her! She's so chic and I dunno...deep, yet easily to talk to and really down to earth. She's like writing a book of poetry. Right? Like people for real do that.
How was my weekened?
Great! Thanks for asking!! I got a bunch of random academia bull out of the way on saturday and then had a really fun night with friends on saturday night. I feel like I've kind of been living under a social-retardant blanket for the past couple weeks because of all commitments I've had but saturday was indeed hope for a friend filled future.
There is a man in an Indiana Jones hat glaring at me....wow don't be so quick to judge Dr. Jones.
ONE LAST THING!
Ok so I was up pretty late last night studying and then got up at 8 for stagecraft (kill me) at 9. I got to class. The professor wasn't there but a sub was. She lectured for 15 minutes on what? thats right. Nails. as in: this is a nail. AND THEN CLASS WAS OVER. I was not pleased. Ok i have to look at some air pressure maps before my test...
Ok so lets talk about my NATS test in half an hour and how much I would really rather not. I've been attempting to study for the past few days and I actually do know some stuff (I think...or I hope) and so I'm not too stressed out. At this point I feel like I'll take it. See how I do. Use it as a learning experience for what his tests are like. And if necessary drop the lowest grade and study like a fiend for the rest of the tests. Probably not the best idea but for sure the most likely.
In other news, sitting in the ILC I ran into my english teacher from first semester. I miss her! She's so chic and I dunno...deep, yet easily to talk to and really down to earth. She's like writing a book of poetry. Right? Like people for real do that.
How was my weekened?
Great! Thanks for asking!! I got a bunch of random academia bull out of the way on saturday and then had a really fun night with friends on saturday night. I feel like I've kind of been living under a social-retardant blanket for the past couple weeks because of all commitments I've had but saturday was indeed hope for a friend filled future.
There is a man in an Indiana Jones hat glaring at me....wow don't be so quick to judge Dr. Jones.
ONE LAST THING!
Ok so I was up pretty late last night studying and then got up at 8 for stagecraft (kill me) at 9. I got to class. The professor wasn't there but a sub was. She lectured for 15 minutes on what? thats right. Nails. as in: this is a nail. AND THEN CLASS WAS OVER. I was not pleased. Ok i have to look at some air pressure maps before my test...
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Sunny Days Chasing the Clouds Away...
Well here I am. the worst blogger in the whole world. I know right?
How am I supposed to be a big name like "Perez Hilton" or "Gossip Girl" if I can't even keep up with the fascinating (....) life of Kevin.
Well I'm back at school in the Tucson and the school has already taken off full force with me sprinting (metaphorically...you know i would never run) to keep up with it. What have I already done this semester? great question.
A) Deck crew for "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof"- A great show that was really mistitled because there were no ACTUAL cats or ACTUAL Tin Roofs. Lots of symbolism. If I had to name the show it would be "2 Bitchy Southern Women, A Cancerous Planter, and A Drunk in a Southern Bedroom" kind of like loveable sitcom "Two Men and a Baby" only it would have a much better theme song. I'm thinking something by Alanis. Running crew was fine except for the fact that I was totes sick and it took forever to get better because I was constantly at the theatre
B) I"m currently having a grand time being assistant dramaturg on wordy Shakespeare mess "Loves Labors Lost". Its really fun and the concept is very Gossip Girl-esque and really thats all I need in life.
C) I have found a new love for Sesame Street. Its no secret that I am partial to the Muppets and I've found that "The Street", as I will now being calling it (get "the Creek" reference...oh Katie Holmes...i don't want to wait for our lives to be over), is like a daily dose of Muppety goodness.
To see what I look like watching Elmo's World please follow this link (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uubJo5YdlSk&feature=related) I tied to post the video to the blog but it turns out that I'm actually computer retarded.
D) There really isn't a D just lots of classes and the like. I considered not going to my gen eds for the first time but decided against it because its test review in one and if I stay for one I should stay for the other.
Well this blog post was brought to you by the letter "Y" and the number 9.
9.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8....9!!!!
How am I supposed to be a big name like "Perez Hilton" or "Gossip Girl" if I can't even keep up with the fascinating (....) life of Kevin.
Well I'm back at school in the Tucson and the school has already taken off full force with me sprinting (metaphorically...you know i would never run) to keep up with it. What have I already done this semester? great question.
A) Deck crew for "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof"- A great show that was really mistitled because there were no ACTUAL cats or ACTUAL Tin Roofs. Lots of symbolism. If I had to name the show it would be "2 Bitchy Southern Women, A Cancerous Planter, and A Drunk in a Southern Bedroom" kind of like loveable sitcom "Two Men and a Baby" only it would have a much better theme song. I'm thinking something by Alanis. Running crew was fine except for the fact that I was totes sick and it took forever to get better because I was constantly at the theatre
B) I"m currently having a grand time being assistant dramaturg on wordy Shakespeare mess "Loves Labors Lost". Its really fun and the concept is very Gossip Girl-esque and really thats all I need in life.
C) I have found a new love for Sesame Street. Its no secret that I am partial to the Muppets and I've found that "The Street", as I will now being calling it (get "the Creek" reference...oh Katie Holmes...i don't want to wait for our lives to be over), is like a daily dose of Muppety goodness.
To see what I look like watching Elmo's World please follow this link (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uubJo5YdlSk&feature=related) I tied to post the video to the blog but it turns out that I'm actually computer retarded.
D) There really isn't a D just lots of classes and the like. I considered not going to my gen eds for the first time but decided against it because its test review in one and if I stay for one I should stay for the other.
Well this blog post was brought to you by the letter "Y" and the number 9.
9.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8....9!!!!
Friday, May 30, 2008
A New World...is started out with babies
Well I was reminded today that I never update this blog but maybe because i'm back and because I've been reminded it of it I may write more often. No promises though.
So the biggest news lately is that my best friend is now a mommy. I've spent a little time both today and yesterday seeing how she is doing and how her baby is doing. Now I know you may be thinking, Kevin, you hate children. Now thats not completely untrue. Yes, yes I have a past of not loving children. . . i don't even like the musical Annie that much. But Lex's baby is different. She's not just any disgusting needy child. She's a beautiful baby girl who is the daughter of one of the best friends I have. If my life is like that of Snow White's than this girl is like the Princess from the near by Kingdom I mean she's a big deal right!!! Now the awkwardness comes in when we're in the hospital room and I am asked by people if I would like a turn holding the baby. My response is always "oh I'm fine, thank you" and the resounding thought is always "because he hates kids". The ultimate reason that I don't jump at the chance to hold children is because of the following story:
July, 2000 Santa Barbara - My first neice had just been born and my father and I were sititng in my sister's house seeing the baby. Everyone seems to be fit on me holding her dispite the fact that I really don't want her. So i hold her and she starts crying and crying and crying and crying! So I'm like looking for someone to take the child out of my arms when my dad AWKWARDlY suggests "Kevin sing to her"..
WHAT!
So there I am holding this SCREAMING kid awkwardly singing "I Feel Pretty' It was just a terrible experience and it really tainted my future with babby holding.
I mean I'm sure one day I'll be up to holding a baby again but for now I mean its just an awkward topic for me.
A completely non-awkward topic for me is the Sex and the City movie which I saw today. This reaffirmed one thing for me. I'm going to have to do all I can to find success in life. Even more so now after seeing a movie of rich people living wealthy lives in New York. I would like to hope that my degree would help but...alas. I'm in the wrong college for that. HA
So the biggest news lately is that my best friend is now a mommy. I've spent a little time both today and yesterday seeing how she is doing and how her baby is doing. Now I know you may be thinking, Kevin, you hate children. Now thats not completely untrue. Yes, yes I have a past of not loving children. . . i don't even like the musical Annie that much. But Lex's baby is different. She's not just any disgusting needy child. She's a beautiful baby girl who is the daughter of one of the best friends I have. If my life is like that of Snow White's than this girl is like the Princess from the near by Kingdom I mean she's a big deal right!!! Now the awkwardness comes in when we're in the hospital room and I am asked by people if I would like a turn holding the baby. My response is always "oh I'm fine, thank you" and the resounding thought is always "because he hates kids". The ultimate reason that I don't jump at the chance to hold children is because of the following story:
July, 2000 Santa Barbara - My first neice had just been born and my father and I were sititng in my sister's house seeing the baby. Everyone seems to be fit on me holding her dispite the fact that I really don't want her. So i hold her and she starts crying and crying and crying and crying! So I'm like looking for someone to take the child out of my arms when my dad AWKWARDlY suggests "Kevin sing to her"..
WHAT!
So there I am holding this SCREAMING kid awkwardly singing "I Feel Pretty' It was just a terrible experience and it really tainted my future with babby holding.
I mean I'm sure one day I'll be up to holding a baby again but for now I mean its just an awkward topic for me.
A completely non-awkward topic for me is the Sex and the City movie which I saw today. This reaffirmed one thing for me. I'm going to have to do all I can to find success in life. Even more so now after seeing a movie of rich people living wealthy lives in New York. I would like to hope that my degree would help but...alas. I'm in the wrong college for that. HA
Monday, April 28, 2008
A New World...Typing in the Union
Hey all,
So its been three thousand years since I updated this thing but I must admit not that much has happened since. Luke, Chelsea, and Adam got a glimpse at my amazing taste in cinema as they blasted my life of the Madonna classic, The Next Best Thing. The world must be dellusional because it turns out that The Next Best Thing is critically hated. This makes no sense to me! What more do people need from a movie! It follows the lives of rich attractive people who don't waste time doing unglamorous activities.
OMG OK I HAVE TO STOP TO REPORT ON THE MEETING GOING ON NEXT TO ME!!
Ok there are to Frat-bros and an Indian guy with a cool accent talking. At first they were just talking about like whatever, lending a laptop to each other or whatever. The second frat guy shows up and they start talking business. I'm thinking ok they are probably meeting for a group project...tis the reason right? WRONG!! I happen to hear "adult advertisers" and I thought thats strange...whats adult....OH MY GOD!!!!
They are in talks of making a PORNOGRAPHIC WEBSITE!!!! CALLED THE SEX (but with 3 X's...original...) TUBE!!! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!! The Indian guy is designing the website and organizing the advertising (stereotypke much?) and the two bros are gathering all the information. One bro is super worried about legality of what not and they don't want their names to be attatched to it. THIS is RIDICULOUS!!! They are in the most populated part of the food court and not even in hushed tones!! WHO DOES THIS!!! OH MY GOD!! I only wish I had a mac so that I could snap a photo or a video of whats going on next to me.
Shoot I have to go to English where I can further lose faith in humanity!
Trust No one
-Kevin
So its been three thousand years since I updated this thing but I must admit not that much has happened since. Luke, Chelsea, and Adam got a glimpse at my amazing taste in cinema as they blasted my life of the Madonna classic, The Next Best Thing. The world must be dellusional because it turns out that The Next Best Thing is critically hated. This makes no sense to me! What more do people need from a movie! It follows the lives of rich attractive people who don't waste time doing unglamorous activities.
OMG OK I HAVE TO STOP TO REPORT ON THE MEETING GOING ON NEXT TO ME!!
Ok there are to Frat-bros and an Indian guy with a cool accent talking. At first they were just talking about like whatever, lending a laptop to each other or whatever. The second frat guy shows up and they start talking business. I'm thinking ok they are probably meeting for a group project...tis the reason right? WRONG!! I happen to hear "adult advertisers" and I thought thats strange...whats adult....OH MY GOD!!!!
They are in talks of making a PORNOGRAPHIC WEBSITE!!!! CALLED THE SEX (but with 3 X's...original...) TUBE!!! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!! The Indian guy is designing the website and organizing the advertising (stereotypke much?) and the two bros are gathering all the information. One bro is super worried about legality of what not and they don't want their names to be attatched to it. THIS is RIDICULOUS!!! They are in the most populated part of the food court and not even in hushed tones!! WHO DOES THIS!!! OH MY GOD!! I only wish I had a mac so that I could snap a photo or a video of whats going on next to me.
Shoot I have to go to English where I can further lose faith in humanity!
Trust No one
-Kevin
Monday, April 14, 2008
A New World...goes CRAZY
Lots to talk about.
So much to talk about that I completely support my starting with a short statement and having a period that says more than "end sentence here". Instead is suggests a sort a magnitude that can't be described in words.
To start, last friday I audition for something for the first time inforever and it was really fun. I auditioned for SOS's spring cabaret and to fast forward a week I'm in the ensemble and super excited for it.
On Monday, I embarked to the airport to fly to california in search of gold like so many before me. However, instead of panning for rocks I was looking for gold in the form of a living breathing Julie Andrews. On the way bombs started falling from the sky and exploding my life, changing everything I ever thought I knew. FIRST!!! My best friend in the entire world told me she's 8 months prego (not the sauce but like the baby-in-the-stomach). This took a lot of getting used to. Tears, laughter, screaming, shaking, the threat of binge eating and the response of anorexia were all phases I went through sitting in the Tucson airport. Becky said "be excited for the new person in your life!". Sharlee said "This is really exciting for her and it should be for you too". My mom said "Whats the big damn deal kevin! she's 25 years old what do you expect!"...thank you mom
So I get to California, freak out over the bun in the womb-oven and then stop by my house to witness my mother's first martini and my dog's possible fetal alcohol syndrom. Fast forward to the next day when we're at disneyland!!!
We go to disneyland in search of the Andrews and get there only to realize there are no wristbands left. In spite of attempts to get there are early as reasonably possible for us people had camped out the night before dashing all hopes of a person meeting. HOWEVER! We did go to the Carousel and see her speak and very close range and just loved every second of her.
I'm going get a little sappy here but I believe its important that I say this.
Julie Andrews is the symbol of my childhood and I get misty every time I hear her voice but I would be lying if I said she was the most important part of my day. While Julie Andrews is the icon of my life, Lex is the best friend in my life and spending the day talking to her and catching up with her and getting excited about her baby was the most magical thing that could happen in the most magical place on earth. After she dropped me off at the airport I was in total disney princess mood (which basically means walking with one hand up in the air for no reason) and I really became very glad to have all of my friends. If you are reading this (and there are few of you) know that you really do mean a lot to me. Whether I've known you since middle school, high school, or first semester I'm just so glad to say that you're part of my life.
Now Lex's baby wasn't the only bomb dropped on me. Elena called right after I talked to Lex to tell me that she was coming to Tucson this weekend! And come she did!! All of the people down here in T-town got see what one of kevin's non-theatre related friends is like. My favorite thing was that everyone was so comfortable with her being here. Having her here was like the BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTT OF BBBBOOOOOOOOOTH WOOOOORLDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The rest of this week was crazy and all over the place but very nice. Except for the fact that its getting hot again..watch yourself Tucson because I am in NO mood to start sweating just from being outside.
I'm going to sign off with a conversation I heard tonight
"Where's the raisin they're always talking about? I think it was left in the sun..."
"Oh you mean the one that's purple"
obsessed
So much to talk about that I completely support my starting with a short statement and having a period that says more than "end sentence here". Instead is suggests a sort a magnitude that can't be described in words.
To start, last friday I audition for something for the first time inforever and it was really fun. I auditioned for SOS's spring cabaret and to fast forward a week I'm in the ensemble and super excited for it.
On Monday, I embarked to the airport to fly to california in search of gold like so many before me. However, instead of panning for rocks I was looking for gold in the form of a living breathing Julie Andrews. On the way bombs started falling from the sky and exploding my life, changing everything I ever thought I knew. FIRST!!! My best friend in the entire world told me she's 8 months prego (not the sauce but like the baby-in-the-stomach). This took a lot of getting used to. Tears, laughter, screaming, shaking, the threat of binge eating and the response of anorexia were all phases I went through sitting in the Tucson airport. Becky said "be excited for the new person in your life!". Sharlee said "This is really exciting for her and it should be for you too". My mom said "Whats the big damn deal kevin! she's 25 years old what do you expect!"...thank you mom
So I get to California, freak out over the bun in the womb-oven and then stop by my house to witness my mother's first martini and my dog's possible fetal alcohol syndrom. Fast forward to the next day when we're at disneyland!!!
We go to disneyland in search of the Andrews and get there only to realize there are no wristbands left. In spite of attempts to get there are early as reasonably possible for us people had camped out the night before dashing all hopes of a person meeting. HOWEVER! We did go to the Carousel and see her speak and very close range and just loved every second of her.
I'm going get a little sappy here but I believe its important that I say this.
Julie Andrews is the symbol of my childhood and I get misty every time I hear her voice but I would be lying if I said she was the most important part of my day. While Julie Andrews is the icon of my life, Lex is the best friend in my life and spending the day talking to her and catching up with her and getting excited about her baby was the most magical thing that could happen in the most magical place on earth. After she dropped me off at the airport I was in total disney princess mood (which basically means walking with one hand up in the air for no reason) and I really became very glad to have all of my friends. If you are reading this (and there are few of you) know that you really do mean a lot to me. Whether I've known you since middle school, high school, or first semester I'm just so glad to say that you're part of my life.
Now Lex's baby wasn't the only bomb dropped on me. Elena called right after I talked to Lex to tell me that she was coming to Tucson this weekend! And come she did!! All of the people down here in T-town got see what one of kevin's non-theatre related friends is like. My favorite thing was that everyone was so comfortable with her being here. Having her here was like the BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTT OF BBBBOOOOOOOOOTH WOOOOORLDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The rest of this week was crazy and all over the place but very nice. Except for the fact that its getting hot again..watch yourself Tucson because I am in NO mood to start sweating just from being outside.
I'm going to sign off with a conversation I heard tonight
"Where's the raisin they're always talking about? I think it was left in the sun..."
"Oh you mean the one that's purple"
obsessed
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
A New World...Never Updates Its Blog
Well its certainly been a long time since I updated. Its one of those things where I keep thinking I'm going to do it then I forget. You know like homework or a love life. Anyways I think this works out because now that spring break is over and I've been back in Arizona for a few weeks I can really see that stand out moments. Did that makes sense...I dunno. Anyways this is going to be a kind of lengthy entry so if you don't really have time I suggest doing whatever you have to do first and then coming back when you can seriously commit (its of like when I call you on the phone..according to Rebecca)
So! Michelle and I went to Disneyland with an assortment of fun people from school and it was SO much fun. It was a long over due trip and long over due time getting to know people that I am around all the time. YAY getting to know people. On a more serious disneyland note..
Fuck the fucking teacups
Molly expressed serious interest in spinning away and so we appeased her. Let it be known the a majority of the group bailed out and it slimmed down to Angela, Molly, Brian, and myself crammed into one small cup that we chose solely because it had formly been occupied by a very attractive person.
2 dizzying minutes later I swore that I will never ride those stupid teacups ever again! I love disneyland and it can do no wrong...but those cursed cups are far from right
The morning after Disneyland I climbed into Darin's suburban and started a long journey to UC Berkeley to visit friends/power couple Pat and Elena. Berkeley is a charming city with not so charming homeless people. In fact a golden moment was when I was on the phone with someone being sad that Tucson is so....Tucson when suddenly I noticed a crazy homeless person being arrested next to me and I thought...hey...Tucson isn't all bad.
What spoke to me the most in Berkeley were the people living in trees. I dunno their sense of dedication and their scent of B.O. really make me consider what I hold sacred enough to protest like that. I realize that there is nothing I would live in a tree for months for and thus it is right that I go to UA not UCB.
Thursday we took a fun adventure to SF and it was amazing!! Not to get all sappy but I must say that this day was my favorite of my days on spring break. The wonderful scenery with people that I never get to see but I love so much really made an amazing memory. PLUS THERE WERE REALLY CUTE PENGUINS
So! Michelle and I went to Disneyland with an assortment of fun people from school and it was SO much fun. It was a long over due trip and long over due time getting to know people that I am around all the time. YAY getting to know people. On a more serious disneyland note..
Fuck the fucking teacups
Molly expressed serious interest in spinning away and so we appeased her. Let it be known the a majority of the group bailed out and it slimmed down to Angela, Molly, Brian, and myself crammed into one small cup that we chose solely because it had formly been occupied by a very attractive person.
2 dizzying minutes later I swore that I will never ride those stupid teacups ever again! I love disneyland and it can do no wrong...but those cursed cups are far from right
The morning after Disneyland I climbed into Darin's suburban and started a long journey to UC Berkeley to visit friends/power couple Pat and Elena. Berkeley is a charming city with not so charming homeless people. In fact a golden moment was when I was on the phone with someone being sad that Tucson is so....Tucson when suddenly I noticed a crazy homeless person being arrested next to me and I thought...hey...Tucson isn't all bad.
What spoke to me the most in Berkeley were the people living in trees. I dunno their sense of dedication and their scent of B.O. really make me consider what I hold sacred enough to protest like that. I realize that there is nothing I would live in a tree for months for and thus it is right that I go to UA not UCB.
Thursday we took a fun adventure to SF and it was amazing!! Not to get all sappy but I must say that this day was my favorite of my days on spring break. The wonderful scenery with people that I never get to see but I love so much really made an amazing memory. PLUS THERE WERE REALLY CUTE PENGUINS
My trip to home to California was really very nice and totally needed break from the hustle and bustle of school.
Coming back to school was....just great. I got back and it was WHAM WHAM WHAM!! with lots of fun things to get done. I guess its kind of calmed down since but I'm anxiously awaiting summer. Especially because we'll be out of Arizona before it gets too hot.
Finally, I must discuss the Julie Andrews controversy in my life right now. Julie Andrews is going to be signing her book in Disneyland next week, a once in a lifetime opportunity to meet the closest thing to perfect the Earth has seen since Jesus. After lots of encouragement from Alexis I looked into plane tickets and saw that they were a steel at only 57 dollars a ticket. A moment of haze, excitement, and debit card weilding, I purchased plane tickets to fly home monday night and then fly back tuesday night. Its all worked out. I fly there, Lex picks me up. I spend the night with her. We go to Disneyland. My life is changed when I meet Julie Andrews. We drive to the airport. I fly back to Arizona. The end. Its also perfect because its on a Tuesday and I have no classes on Tuesdays. Anyways I waited a couple days to break it to my mom. When I finally did I explained that everything was taken care of and it was a total bargain. She was unsure at first and then seemed content that she was in no way affected. THAT IS UNTIL..
She sat and thought about it. I later recieved to voice mail messages warning me of the consequences of this plan. "I wish I had that kind of money" "It just seems frivilous for a college student to fly somewhere for a day" "I don't have money to supply you when you need it for something serious". Well...perhaps money would be more available if...well I'm not going to say it. I'll just say that alcohol isn't exactly cheap...and leave it at that.
So thats about everything going on at the moment. I'll try to remember to check in more often...if anyone even reads this anymore.
PS I'm not proof reading this so if there are any spelling errors..get over it
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
A New World...gets excited for activity!
I would like to begin this blog with a word about packs of things. (I realize that this sets itself up to sound very stand-up comedian "Whats the deal with reconstruction"-esque, but take it more as the fruit of reflection on a facet of life). I'm writing from Michelle's new shabby chic guest room (a once goth-themed room now...well shabby and chic). Outside I can't help but hear the howls of a pack of coyotes...a long time fear since childhood. When I was a child living on a big hill in Thousand Oaks I lost two cats ("Magic"..who was not so magical. and Grady...who was infact grey) to wandering packs of coyotes. When the cats had gone missing for over a week and a half my mother or father kindly told me that the cats had become "Coyote-tacos". I would be lying to you if I said the loss of the cats had a deep effect on me. It was always bothersome to me that I had to work so hard to get anything out of them where as with my dog I needed to do nothing more to tap on the glass and he would come running. What really bothered me about coyotes was the fact that something was running around my neighborhood in large numbers killing things. I would lay in bed listening to the pack howl as they walked down the street imagining a kind of four-legged west side story without the sassy dancing or gentle twirl of Maria's party dress.
Anyways, for some reason tonight the little heart racing that happened when I first heard the pack howl passed very quickly as I realized that we're all kind of running with a pack. Those of us lucky enough to have a lot of friends can change packs every once in a while, but then we always go home to our pack. Right now michelle is sleeping in her bed with her sister...thats not too far off from two cubs sleeping next to eachother as part of the pack.
I dunno this pack thing maybe totally randon and not make sense to anyone who's not me, maybe its just in my mind because I spent all day with my dog (I took him for a drive and taught him the joys of corned beed).
ANYWAYS!
When I wake up Michelle and I will embark to Disneyland to meet people from school and proceed to have a wonderful time no doubt. Here's to hoping that tomorrow the year of one million dreams includes one of my dreams. Then on wednesday I'll be heading north with Darin on a semi-stereotypical college roadtrip to visit a frenzy of friends. I'm glad to be busy but a little sad knowing that when I come back spring break will be practically over and it will be back to classes, narrow beds, food on university, and hanging out with Gilbert people (one of those is a good thing...its up to you to decided)
I leave you with these thoughts:
If I'm going to go on ranting about random things like that concept of the Pack because of a fear of coyotes i've been toting since I was about three...maybe you want to second guess ever reading my blog.
Anyways, for some reason tonight the little heart racing that happened when I first heard the pack howl passed very quickly as I realized that we're all kind of running with a pack. Those of us lucky enough to have a lot of friends can change packs every once in a while, but then we always go home to our pack. Right now michelle is sleeping in her bed with her sister...thats not too far off from two cubs sleeping next to eachother as part of the pack.
I dunno this pack thing maybe totally randon and not make sense to anyone who's not me, maybe its just in my mind because I spent all day with my dog (I took him for a drive and taught him the joys of corned beed).
ANYWAYS!
When I wake up Michelle and I will embark to Disneyland to meet people from school and proceed to have a wonderful time no doubt. Here's to hoping that tomorrow the year of one million dreams includes one of my dreams. Then on wednesday I'll be heading north with Darin on a semi-stereotypical college roadtrip to visit a frenzy of friends. I'm glad to be busy but a little sad knowing that when I come back spring break will be practically over and it will be back to classes, narrow beds, food on university, and hanging out with Gilbert people (one of those is a good thing...its up to you to decided)
I leave you with these thoughts:
If I'm going to go on ranting about random things like that concept of the Pack because of a fear of coyotes i've been toting since I was about three...maybe you want to second guess ever reading my blog.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
A New World...out of Arizona
To start, it has been brought to my attention that there were a number of gramatical errors in my last entry. I would go back and check but as Edna from the Incredibles, my mentor in life, once said "I never look back darling, it distracts from the now." (P.S. that totally should have been my senior quote...damn my Hairspray idea). Anways, I apologize for the gramatical errors but I can't promise there won't be anymore because its hard enough getting my fingers to keep up with my thoughts as they come to me.
To update the asthma situation, because nothing says sexy like an inhailer and blocked bronchial tubes, I went to the doctor on wednesday and had a lovely time. Dr. Stone, a charming young woman with someone masculine tendencies, took my side and blames Arizona...I'm a genius I know. I have to say my favorite part of Kevin's trip to Campus Health was witnessing the three receptionists talk about what they are supposed to do when 50 seems young. One quote that stuck out was "If 50 really over the hill? because if it is its been so long I can't even see the hill anymore. All of them wore those "I'm a fun nurse!" shirts that every one in a doctor's office seems to wear even when their job is in no way nursing related and just consists of sitting at a desk. My favorite was covered in Jesus-esque crosses with little fun lines or sunshine rays or something around them. It seemed to suggest that there was a higher power helping you get bettter...perhaps a nurse that does more than just check you in.
Asthma resolved I continued to work towards the end of the week when I would come home for Spring Break. Thursday night, instead of packing or cleaning my room I did the responsible thing and hung out at the most charming cock roach nest I've ever been in (thank you adam and luke).
When I finally got back to my room, I was met by my very drunk and very amusing roommate who was talking about how much he was talking, a former pet peeve now just silly. I began packing and thats when it hit me...the most brilliant plan since man thought to put 5 divas together and make the spice girls...
Ok, so, I have this tooth paste..
Its crest...orange flavor...I KNOW RIGHT!?!?!? Its quite possibly the most revolting flavoring since doctors decided that grape was a great mask for cough syrup. I detest this tooth paste but I feel bad throwing it away because Mongolian kids busy making my sweaters don't have any tooth paste and me tossing it would be wasteful and unfair. So i put my plan into action and placed the toothpaste in my carry-on blue bag.
I walked through securty and heard my plan working "BAG CHECK!"
The kind young man who I decided to name Karl, unzipped by bag a said "It's your toothpaste man."
"NO PROBLEM!!! Take it! Throw it away!"
Now, you maybe thinking, Kevin...why didn't you just throw the damn toothpaste away. But I didn't want bad karma wasting what Mongolian kids don't have. So now the orange flavored blood is on KARL's hands!!
I'll sleep soundly tonight
To update the asthma situation, because nothing says sexy like an inhailer and blocked bronchial tubes, I went to the doctor on wednesday and had a lovely time. Dr. Stone, a charming young woman with someone masculine tendencies, took my side and blames Arizona...I'm a genius I know. I have to say my favorite part of Kevin's trip to Campus Health was witnessing the three receptionists talk about what they are supposed to do when 50 seems young. One quote that stuck out was "If 50 really over the hill? because if it is its been so long I can't even see the hill anymore. All of them wore those "I'm a fun nurse!" shirts that every one in a doctor's office seems to wear even when their job is in no way nursing related and just consists of sitting at a desk. My favorite was covered in Jesus-esque crosses with little fun lines or sunshine rays or something around them. It seemed to suggest that there was a higher power helping you get bettter...perhaps a nurse that does more than just check you in.
Asthma resolved I continued to work towards the end of the week when I would come home for Spring Break. Thursday night, instead of packing or cleaning my room I did the responsible thing and hung out at the most charming cock roach nest I've ever been in (thank you adam and luke).
When I finally got back to my room, I was met by my very drunk and very amusing roommate who was talking about how much he was talking, a former pet peeve now just silly. I began packing and thats when it hit me...the most brilliant plan since man thought to put 5 divas together and make the spice girls...
Ok, so, I have this tooth paste..
Its crest...orange flavor...I KNOW RIGHT!?!?!? Its quite possibly the most revolting flavoring since doctors decided that grape was a great mask for cough syrup. I detest this tooth paste but I feel bad throwing it away because Mongolian kids busy making my sweaters don't have any tooth paste and me tossing it would be wasteful and unfair. So i put my plan into action and placed the toothpaste in my carry-on blue bag.
I walked through securty and heard my plan working "BAG CHECK!"
The kind young man who I decided to name Karl, unzipped by bag a said "It's your toothpaste man."
"NO PROBLEM!!! Take it! Throw it away!"
Now, you maybe thinking, Kevin...why didn't you just throw the damn toothpaste away. But I didn't want bad karma wasting what Mongolian kids don't have. So now the orange flavored blood is on KARL's hands!!
I'll sleep soundly tonight
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
A New World...shows signs of asthma
Well making this blog was a decision made after a night of not sleeping. For some reason (i blame Tucson) my asthma has been absolutly ridiculous and cosequently I can't really breathe super well. Its definatly amusing because it doesn't get more lame 6th grader that grasping for your inhailer (or "puffer" if you're being fun!) and violently spraying your mouth with this mysterious medical mist that you really would like to believe is helping.
Whenever I have my annual asthma attack (even though this is the first year its happened in Tucson..I still blame Tucson) I am reminded of that charming NickNews special with Linda Elders or whatever her name was. This magical, and somewhat unfortunate looking woman, has handled every heavy subject ever covered on nickelodeon and still does! She sits calmly in front of the camera with her very short haircut (which saw some bleaching in the late 90's...we can't say she's not trendy) and explains everything in a simple to understand, not too shocking way. The nicknews special on asthma used simplified words like "trigger" and "puffer", I was never a fan of children (especially when I was one) and found it obnoxious that they used such juvenile words. Interesting that the boy who would grow to the be 18 years old and carry completely serious conversations about the wonder and talent of Hannah Montana would ever criticize someone for being juvenile.
But I digress from Linda and her work as the kiddie Barbara Walters. I seem to recall that after 9/11 she had a special about racism towards middle eastern people. It was the first time I had seen her in a few years, since she had been removed from her daily spot at 6:30 am with that crazy Mr. Science man who i'm sure no one remembers. Seeing the commercial for her 9/11 don't-hate-athon (not what it was actually called but again..if you're being fun) pretty much shocked me. It hadn't occured to me that people would generalize and blame an entire culture for the acts of a few people. When a realization like that hits at the awkward age of 11 you don't quite know how to respond.
Following the pattern of my 7th grade self, I thought long and hard about what I could do to prevent racism and prejudice and just ended up to play with the possibility of my homosexuality instead.
The sun is pretty much up now and I'm glad there is something else to bother my roommate. I felt bad at 3:30 in the morning breaking the silence with my cough that sounds strikingly similar to the child of an elephant seal and a lawn-mower.
Good Sesh..
~Kevin
Whenever I have my annual asthma attack (even though this is the first year its happened in Tucson..I still blame Tucson) I am reminded of that charming NickNews special with Linda Elders or whatever her name was. This magical, and somewhat unfortunate looking woman, has handled every heavy subject ever covered on nickelodeon and still does! She sits calmly in front of the camera with her very short haircut (which saw some bleaching in the late 90's...we can't say she's not trendy) and explains everything in a simple to understand, not too shocking way. The nicknews special on asthma used simplified words like "trigger" and "puffer", I was never a fan of children (especially when I was one) and found it obnoxious that they used such juvenile words. Interesting that the boy who would grow to the be 18 years old and carry completely serious conversations about the wonder and talent of Hannah Montana would ever criticize someone for being juvenile.
But I digress from Linda and her work as the kiddie Barbara Walters. I seem to recall that after 9/11 she had a special about racism towards middle eastern people. It was the first time I had seen her in a few years, since she had been removed from her daily spot at 6:30 am with that crazy Mr. Science man who i'm sure no one remembers. Seeing the commercial for her 9/11 don't-hate-athon (not what it was actually called but again..if you're being fun) pretty much shocked me. It hadn't occured to me that people would generalize and blame an entire culture for the acts of a few people. When a realization like that hits at the awkward age of 11 you don't quite know how to respond.
Following the pattern of my 7th grade self, I thought long and hard about what I could do to prevent racism and prejudice and just ended up to play with the possibility of my homosexuality instead.
The sun is pretty much up now and I'm glad there is something else to bother my roommate. I felt bad at 3:30 in the morning breaking the silence with my cough that sounds strikingly similar to the child of an elephant seal and a lawn-mower.
Good Sesh..
~Kevin
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