More animals?

I live a disappointingly exciting life. I've got many things going on that'll either excite me or make me wish I had a couple of flame-lit poisoned arrows. One of the only things that flip-flops between the two realms of rage and happiness are the animals that I've had and have now. You may have read my little blog on Rex, my cat. Well, there's a completely different case at hand. the Chihuahua.

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We got her about a year ago, my neighborhood has an oddly excessive amount of Chihuahuas scrounging about, we noticed this one was skinny so took it upon ourselves to take her in and feed her, then find a new owner for her. We found that only two of the three steps were able to be done, and now we have a Chihuahua. Now, I'd love to tell you her name, but I can't do that since I already have. Her name is Chihuahua. Now, before you go calling me a cryptic man with no creativity, it was a complete accident. I'm horrible with names, I can't think of them at all. I'll end up naming all of my kids "the baby" since I call things general terms such as "man with glasses" or "woman with breasts" when I see something that I don't know the name of. This is inherited from my mom, and we struggled to find a name that worked, so until we found one out, we called her the Chihuahua, and that sorta got dragged on too long and now we have the Chihuahua. You remember the diagram of my body that I made to represent Rex? Well, I recreated it with different data:

Truthfully, this diagram is only partially correct, because this is only the case for this present moment. The chihuahua is usually found within the radius of my mom, because that's the one she took to. Of course I'm second in command, but my mom's got an extreme influence on the Chihuahua, and it's sort of like a traveling companion. Just imagine Pikachu and Ash but without the ability to fight and Pikachu doesn't have the habit of burying food you give him in your sheets. The match-up is basically the basis upon which the Chihuahua's life is found upon at this point. Remember, we found her stray and skinny, chances are she has never been shown love before, my mom was the first to do that and because of that, she's got an extremely close bond with her. So, in times like these when my mom is presently at my grandma's to help her with an estate sale, the Chihuahua, needless to say, is the most annoying being on the planet.

She's insane.

She will not leave me alone, she's basically claimed my lap is her throne, either that or her perch, until my mom returns on Saturday. This is how it always is, she becomes a complete nervous wreck when my mom leaves to the point of me not wanting to be home anymore, I could say she "drives me up a wall", but that's not accurate, since if I were on the wall, she'd find me and whimper until my heart screams from the self-inflicted sound blast of my own screams and consumed emergency cyanide capsules.

It actually reminds me of a teacher I had in 7th grade, who had a dog who suffered the same problem. The solution? Puppy Prozac. But the problem is, it's for puppies and dogs. Chihuahuas are not dogs, I actually make it a point to say that I have two dogs and a Chihuahua. This basically destroys any chance I have at peace until Saturday, and now I can't leave because if I do, and my sister's not home, she's most likely going to either implode/evaporate/explode/separate/disintegrate/create a vortex or any other verb that involves becoming a severely altered form than you were before.

SCIENCE

So, until the time when my mom comes home, I'll be here, miserably waiting for absolution. Note that this isn't new to me, it's happened many times. My mom can't do so much as go to Walgreens without the Chihuahua deciding that she hates her life and nobody loves her. At least until my mom gets back. Then everything's okay.

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The Five Major Points of Subway

You know,  my friends and I, we're an odd sort of creature. We are people who find the inconsistencies in the world and point them out, regardless of how important or relevant it is. I know this because one day, during the week of the show, we went to Subway in between a elementary school matinee and a night show because, well, Subway's boss. This was a special Subway trip, for whatever reason, and we came up with multiple things that really stand out in my mind, for no reason at all. They don't matter, they prove no point, they're both obnoxious and untrue, but they're entertaining. So, what are the Five Major Points of Subway? Well, first of all...


1. Tomatoes are useless and nobody likes them

Usually the first reply I get one saying this one is "I like tomatoes". My reply is, "No you don't, tomatoes are useless and nobody likes them." Now yeah, I know, tomatoes make ketchup (which I hate) and marinara sauce (which I love) and all sorts of other good stuff, well, my reasoning is that I said tomatoes suck, not ketchup and marinara sauce. Does it fit with reality? No. That's what makes it important.

Point being is that tomatoes, themselves, are useless. Have you ever gotten a hamburger or sub from somewhere to find, to your horror and despair, that a tomato is to be found within it's contents? Well, what do you do from here? If you're like me, you have too much pride to waste $3.99 so you just nonchalantly take the tomato out and you move on with your day as if it never happened. You're all guilty of doing it. Ask yourself, does anyone really EAT raw tomatoes on a daily basis? Does anyone even really know what genre of food it belongs to? No. Nobody does. Why? Nobody cares. Because tomatoes are useless. 


 2. Jared the Subway Guy's forehead is gigantic and most likely Photoshopped

So really, this is a rather new one for me. I've always disliked actual tomatoes, and the other points are also things I was suspicious of. But this one was an observation by my friend, and has since become a staple within my mind. Every time I see him, his forehead becomes the focus of my attention, and the knightly gleam it gives off seems to have some sort of hypnotizing effect on people like me. I'm not sure what is about this that is so significant. It's like if someone had a size 32 shoe, chances are you'd stand in awe and look at their shoe for an extended period of time. Truth is, the forehead really does not get that much attention, a lot of people even cover theirs, I know I do, since my bangs make up about half of my hair.

Like I said before, I truly believe his forehead is the source of his power, and is the reason why he's been able to make many a sub-lover (including myself) fall in love with him. I guarantee that from this point on, after reading this blog, you will focus for at least a split second on his forehead every time you see a picture of clip of him, and question whether or not his forehead actually is as big as the picture up there expresses it to be.

3. Elderly folk + Shorts, tights, among other things = no

Americans are living in hard times. There are many conflicts that stymie our growth as people and cause an evanescent amount of patience for one another. One conflict I know of us the old vs. the young. The civilized vs. the uncivilized. My generation consists of teenage men who absolutely refuse to show their knees in casual wear, overalls don't even exist, and Lowe's hats really don't help make you look like a G6. Therefore, when people of a higher age wear this kind of stuff, it weighs down on our souls as "LAME". Now look, I hate to say it, but old people and young people have completely different worlds beneath them. Senior citizens are much wiser than us, much more proper, and they wear what they feel is comfortable in public regardless of what they wore because in their time, what they had is what everyone had. Wearing shorts that ride above your knees or overalls are not bad things. This conflicts with our generation.

Now look, before you go all "Mr. H you're completely insensitive for suggesting such a thing about older citizens!" on me, I know it's insensitive. You have to remember my earlier point: This blog is not at all about reality. Let me reiterate a past experience with you: It was the middle of August, I went to the doctor for a normal check-up. I got told I was exceptionally tall (I'm still recovering from the news) and that I'm under weight. Whatever, moving on, when we were waiting for the AHCCS taxi to come pick my mom and I up, I noticed something. This hospital is filled to the brim with family practices for elderly folk.The most astonishing about this was that EVERY SINGLE OLD PERSON HERE, except the ones that came from retirement homes (in groups) to see their doctors, owned a gold Sedan. Every. Single. One. This absolutely blew my mind.

I bring up this point to my mom, and she said outright: "Retired people love those Cadillacs". Gold Sedans? Really?...I counted eight gold Sedans in the 15 minutes I was waiting. And when I went back for the dermatologist two weeks ago: seven. And yes, they were all wearing shorts.


4. COMFORT ZONE

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Subway's not an exciting place. Though it smells great and the food is great. You go in, you get a sub, you make another teenager angry by telling them to apply more Parmesan and you're on your merry way. For me, Subway has only consisted of about 10 years of meatball subs. I enjoy nothing else from Subway simply because I have not tried anything else, simply because I love meatball subs and have no reason to explore the $5 depths of the sub-style sandwich world. However this wasn't the case for another friend of mine, and he got something that he's never got before, therefore breaking out of his "comfort zone" OHGOD.

You see, this wasn't just a statement, it was an emotive action that he did. For one he said "comfort zone", he basically did a ribcage thrust, where for a split second, usually the duration of the word, your ribcage will fly forward and then back, thus performing some sort of chemical reaction within your body that causes your rib cage to shove itself forward when you say "comfort zone". Why he did this, nobody really knows, but we've done it ever since. Whenever "comfort zone" is said, a ribcage flies forward. We've got a ridiculous amount of people (like 15 or something) doing it, including his mom, which is pretty high-larious. Need I remind you that tomatoes were in this sub and he took them out?

5. The state of Colorado is ran by a North Korean toaster company

If you have read the blog up to this point and felt the need to be offended, concerned or defensive about the severity of the things I've written, not only do you have some sort of demented defense against satire, but you've completely missed the whole point of this blog (which I've yet to figure out myself but still, you're missing the point). The fact of the matter is, the imagination is limitless, there are no tethers or chains. You cannot get into any sort of trouble for a thought unless the thought becomes a word or an action. Because of this, a few friends and I decided something: North Korea is slowly taking over America, and it started with a toaster company that began in Colorado.

We have no evidence to back it up, but beware, for it's a certainty. Everybody in Colorado is North Korean, whether they like it or not, as part of living in Colorado, you sign a blood oath that forever puts you as an enemy to mankind.

If you are a person of Colorado, or know a person of Colorado, I suggest taking these steps:

1. If you live in Colorado, get a full blood transplant. A blood oath means nothing if you have no blood left to keep up an oath with.
2. If you know someone in Colorado, cut off all communication with them. Don't utter their name, don't even think it. If they begin to pursue you, notify your rival toaster companies at once.
3. If you believe yourself to be of Colorado origin but are not sure, we have cyanide injections at our agency.
4. If it begins snowing, take cover and wear goggles, for it is not snow. It is actually ashes created by the toaster companies to fool you into believing it's snowing. Toasters burn, after all.
5. If you live in any state bordering Colorado, build a wall along the border made of Pixie Sticks and Sour Bubble Tape. 
6. If you live in Montana, you don't exist and this doesn't apply to you.

You guys get the jist, right? Reality sucks.

The only thought rival in the natural world...

I can't be more frank with how I feel about cats.
Actually, I can. I love cats, a lot. I've lived for 18 years now, and there has not been any period of time where I did not have a cat, I've had my cat Rex for almost 10 years now, he's probably the best cat I've ever had or ever will have, but I gotta tell you, he's a hassle.

To better explain my feelings of Rex, use this as an aid:

He's about 25 pounds, afraid of everything except the people and animals in my house, sheds a lot, and is unlike any other stereotypical cat. And he makes my life a living hell. Now look, I've been a lot more active than I used to be in the past few months, but when I'm at home, I'm on my computer, and Rex is usually, against my will, on top of me. I'm a tool for his comfort. Sure, the pettings are nice, as well as the brush I use when he's shedding his winter coat, and he likes the fact that I, also against my will, share my cold water with him (he's got some sort of fascination with ice water, don't worry if he drinks out of it, he can have it...). To better iterate what I go through for most of my day of relaxation, I created this diagram:

I really can't sum it up better than that, I really don't get what goes through his head when this happens. Sooner or later, I'll just give up and let him bask within the non-existent heat of my monitor, and then let him leave on his own time. At which point, I'll have to dust the fur he shed off my screen, which is a lot of trouble when you have an LCD screen. Other times, he'll welcome himself onto my lap, regardless of my position, what I'm doing, if there's another animal there already or if I'm really not in the mood to have a cat with the ability to collapse my lungs on my lap.

Oh and, the kneading. God damn the kneading. If you've had a cat who actually enjoyed company from lesser beings, you've probably developed thousands of callouses in several thousand different parts of your body due to the cat's absolute fascination with digging their claws into your skin to let you know that "Hey, you're kinda comfortable." After your skin's torn apart and they've closed up the dead skin with their weight, they stay there. Forever. They don't move until you either die and become too limp too provide sufficient padding or they decide that you're just not worthy anymore. So, in the case with Rex, because he weighs more than I do and for the most part, moving is just too much of a chore, he's a tumor.

Cats, in general, like most domestic animals, want nothing more other than love, attention, affection, and food. But they fucking hate you and everything you stand for. I've read multiple articles and stories about cats and the scientific reasons they do the things they do. For instance, you're all familiar with "presents" (if you're not familiar, then please Google it because my blog's only got so pride left), well it turns out that presents are actually a cat's way of gloating about how they hunt better than you do. It doesn't stop there, cats rub their bodies against you, a term my mom and I dubbed "claiming", because when they do that, they're actually rubbing their scent on you because they hate the way you smell, and they hate you. And they'll hate you less if you smell like them. Because of this, cats, scientifically, are dicks. And the reason I like them more than dogs is because I've never had two cats who had similar personality quirks, whereas I've had plenty of dogs who were somehow similar and not as exciting as dog to dog goes.

Cats are programmed to test people, they want to drive you nuts, they want you to know that they really, really don't give a damn about you, your family, your mother's cancer survival story, your level 95 Blastoise which YOU TRAINED WITHOUT MISSINGNO., nothing, at all. They make you think, they make you try to outsmart something which was never meant to outsmart you to begin with. So most people are smart and abide by their rules, others suck and get rid of cats because they're not able to deal with something needy. Or you're allergic, I guess.

Despite the fact that cats hate you and everything you owns becomes theirs (and if not theirs, nobody's)...

...Cats are awesome creatures, they really are just like every other animal, it just takes a stronger, not allergenic person to deal with them. I'll probably always be a cat person if life permits it, but if not, I'll be missing them, they've been one of those 'redeeming' factors of my life.

For now, I'll continue abiding by anything and everything Rex requests. Whatever...do you guys think I should advertise this blog more?

Veridis Quo?

Veridis Quo is just the title of the song I'm listening to, it's about 6 minutes long and since it's Daft Punk, it's getting me sorta pumped for Tron.

Which, to me, is the only viable excuse for going MIA on House

It's been a productive 3-day week. Well, with the end of theater conference on Saturday, I decided I'd be in the musical. This caused a whole mess of excitement among my peers and more importantly, myself. This audition's got me feeling a bit more and less confident, simultaneously. Well, last time, I just needed a monologue, add some character, add cocaine beforehand as to forget you have feelings, and voila, you've got your audition. This time, I have to not only do the monologue, I've got to sing a 1-2 minute song piece from a musical, which means I can't just cheat and sing Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger. Which is a real drag because I can do a pretty nice computerized voice.

Well, the monologue from that is probably one of the funniest things I've ever read, though it's incredibly confusing and for about the first week, the meaning behind it all flew completely over my head. It's from The Bald Soprano, a play introduced to me by the guy at conference who taught me about absurdest humor. It goes a little something like this:

Elizabeth and Donald are now too happy to be able to hear me. I can therefore let you in on a secret. Elizabeth is not Elizabeth, Donald is not Donald. And here is the proof: the child that Donald spoke of is not Elizabeth's daughter, they are not the same person. Donald's daughter has one white eye and one red eye like Elizabeth's daughter. Whereas Donald's child has a white right eye and a red left eye, Elizabeth's child has a red right eye and a white left eye! Thus all of Donald's system of deduction collapses when it comes against this last which destroys his whole theory. In spite of the extraordinary coincidences which seem to be definitive proofs, Donald and Elizabeth, not being the parents of the same child, are not Donald and Elizabeth. It is in vain that he thinks he is Donald, it is in vain that she thinks she is Elizabeth. He believes in vain that she is Elizabeth. She believes in vain that he is Donald - They are sadly deceived. But who is the true Donald? Who is the true Elizabeth? Who has any interest in prolonging this confusion? I don't know. Let's not try to know. Let's leave things as they are. My real name is Sherlock Holmes.

Yeah, it's pretty out there. However, I'm more worried about the music piece, I've yet to find one. I'll come up with one eventually, but whatever.

Anyway, in other news: Yesterday, I was in my director's class when he decided to show my friend and I this blogger named Hyperbole and a Half. Assuming you read more blogs than just mine, you might've heard of her. I read a couple of her blogs, and I noticed a couple of things. 1.) She's the best blogger on the planet. 2.) She's funny 3.) She uses her own artwork (which has it's own scheme) to help guide the reader through her stories. This is probably the most important of those 3 things that I've noticed. And I may start doing it myself. However, you can tell this woman is a great artist, even though she purposely draws her pictures to look childish. I'm not a good artist. I can draw, but I can't draw well. So if I do that, it'll be starting soon once I get my own scheme down and the like

The kind of scheme I'm looking at, it'd be color-coded and people would be identified by the letter on their face

This might actually serve as a permanent replacement for pictures I get off of just browsing through the web, which might add a bit more spice to my blogs. Hey, I'd love to blog more consistently if I got a nice amount of consistent readers. I guess it just takes time.

Oh, there's one thing original to my blogs that is returning: The Top 20 Countdowns. And I've decided on a brand new list to do: My Favorite Top 20 Song Lyric Segments. Yes, it'd be 100% opinion, but it was a Eureka moment that I cannot pass on. So that's the plan.

Other than that, I've got nothing to do until tomorrow, Turkey day, you all should know. Saw Harry Potter over the weekend with my girlfriend and really liked it so I'm watching the rest as I can, until then, have a good Thanksgiving, and, I know I wouldn't normally do this, but spread the word about this blog, I need something to consume my time with, but I can't consume without reason.

Ignore the mis-colored section at the top that you didn't notice before, I can't find the right color

I wish I were a cloud

Seriously, clouds are dicks. They do nothing but float in the sky and mock us humans for our inability to just...hover. That way, when people like Mr. H have to walk 25 minutes to school every day and then go to a giant theater thespian festival (stay tuned), our legs won't disintegrate after melting.

Go to hell

All right, I'll admit. This leg irritation is worth it. All right, so yeah, theater's a new thing for me, yadda, you know the drill. Just so happens that I'm a Senior, and because of this, I'm considered a guest as a thespian, not an actual thespian (but I'll be one next semester). So yeah, thespians get this nice little thespian festival in the center of Phoenix where we basically be theater kids. We go to workshops that offer like, 4,000 different fields of study and interest. Well, my girlfriend and I took a lesson on ballroom dancing, I took a lesson on teen improv where I didn't really learn much since improv's a strong point of mine, and then I took a class on a whim about absurdest humor, which was incredibly worth it, really made me think a lot about how playwrights work. It was from 7 AM to about 10 PM, in the middle was a few food breaks and a high school presentation of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, which I admit had some damn good acting, but the play itself isn't that exciting, too dramatic for me.

Which makes me a hypocrite since I totally used to watch this show

Oh and, that was only day one, I just got back from the second and last day right now, and it was extremely fun. This one sort of concluded differently, however. We had three more workshops, in which I did hand-to-hand stage combat (absolutely awesome), did another high-energy dancing class with my girlfriend and a bunch of my other friends (Hairspray), and then an extremely interesting class on how to be a working actor, as in, how to make a living as an actor without having to actually be famous, really nice class. So, in all, the classes were extremely helpful, and I don't regret putting myself $76 in debt to pay for it either.

Well, the second night concluded with a very important decision for me. Well, yesterday's play didn't excite me, so I was hoping that a different high school's performance today would trump it. Well, they did Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, though it's incredibly famous, I've never heard of this play before today. I was amazed. It was an operetta (or a play that uses multiple songs to describe the story rather than lines and one big song), and it's the kind of play we're doing next semester: a musical. It gave me chills, I was holding my girlfriend's arm and I swear she might've been able to feel my nerves jumping. I was so into it that I decided that I absolutely have to do the musical next semester, regardless of my lack of singing ability and dancing experience.

It looked like too much fun to pass up, and since it's my absolute last chance to do something theater related during high school, I've really gotta do it. So, that's my decision, and I believe I'm sticking to it. I've got about 3 weeks to find, memorize, and perfect both a monologue and 30-piece song. The monologue I posted earlier wasn't relevant enough to the planned musical for my director to make a decision on it, so he asked me to do another.

With valid reason, however, I'm worried. I've never sang or danced in my life. When I learned the moves to Can't Stop the Beat today, it was my first ever time really, REALLY dancing, and that was basically like someone telling me to drop three eggs and catch them before they hit the ground...with my teeth. Regardless, I might be able to pull it off, you never know. I was able to formulate some sort of talent in normal acting, I may be able to do the same thing here. If I can't pull it off, oh well, I'll stick to comedy, if not, maybe a new door will be opened. These doors convince people.

Couldn't really think of anything else...just call this "Mr. H's hopes and dreams"

Whatever, all in all, it was an exciting weekend, ran into a couple of really, really old friends, which makes me all that much more happy, and I'm glad I went. I wish I could do it again, if you're reading this and not in high school, I'm telling you now, when you get there, find a hobby that you really, really love and stick to it. My biggest regret in my life right now is that I wasn't in theater when I was a Freshmen, or at least when I came to my high school last year.

Until then, I'm gonna move as little as possible, because I feel like I might just evaporate right now.

Conspiracy!

Okay so, life never really is what it seems, but that's okay.

I'm an extremely curious person, if it's within reach I will find it out, but the reach isn't very far for me, so because of that, there are things that I constantly wonder about. And if you've been reading my blog since I created this accursed webpage, you'd know that I'm skeptical of anything that I can't see. That's my issue with religion. And since people would think it's stalkerish to make Ben Gibbard my personal Lamb of God, I'm stuck in my perpetually curious state. Which I'm okay with.

One day they'll realize your true power...

Well, my parents are conspirators of sorts. They don't generally believe in what's told via media, so my family (including myself, some aspects) believe in a lot of conspiracies that we've researched on. Things like the U.S. government were behind 9/11, JFK's son John John was actually murdered, and so on. I don't particularly believe it all in black and white because I'd like to assume humans aren't actually deceitful killing machines, but there are a few things I know quite a bit about. The biggest out of all of these is the theory that religion itself (like, pre-Christianity religion) is all based on the movements of the stars and sun.

Pictured: my God

So, do I believe in this? Partially. The reason is that it sounds a lot more logical than what the Bible tells me, so this is what I tend to believe, but because I don't really know for sure, I usually keep this part of my opinion quiet and just say I don't believe it. Well, the specifics of this theory would take way too long to type out, and pretty much all of it comes from this nifty video called Zeitgeist, a video basically about religion, 9/11, and the Federal Reserve. It's highly controversial and the reason I'm really interested in it is because it offers to clear up confusion where I'm confused, in some cases. If you're religious or you LIKE our government, chances are you don't want to watch it. I'm not particularly a rebel and I'm not against our government because I don't know the first thing about it, but what this guy says makes sense.

So, long story short (if you're religious, I don't mean to offend you with what I'm about to list, it's just my belief):

1. Jesus = The Sun
2. The Northern Star = Sirus
3. The Three Kings = Orion's Belt
4. Sirus and Orion's Belt point to the Sunrise (Jesus) on December 25th, which means the north star lead the three kings to adore the newborn (sunrise) king
5. On December 22nd, the sun lies in the very middle of the Crux (cross) star constellation, and lies there for three days before rising again (this is the dead for 3 days story)
6. Jesus's resurrection is actually Easter because that's when days officially become longer and light conquers darkness.
7. Virgo = Virgin in Latin. Bethlehem = House of Bread in Latin. Meaning the Bible's Bethlehem is actually a place in the sky, not on Earth. Virgo is usually associated with a House of Bread

The list goes on, and I really have no problem with religion, but because I'm sort of an astronomy nut, this stuff really really appeals to me, and it gives me reason more to not be religious other than that stupid "I'm not religious because I hate God and he makes my life hard" excuse. I won't fight for this theory, since I'm really not too fervent. It's just the best reasoning I've heard. I don't doubt that if my future spouse asks for it, I may become a church-goer later on in life, but I don't ever see myself believing in God until I see him myself.

I was lying, the main reason he can't be my God is because I haven't seen him live yet.

On the second Zeitgeist video, they talk more and more about an ideal society where we actually have no monetary system (no money, at all) and we basically live cleanly and freely, where we don't need to work and technology does everything for us, since technology was made to make our lives easier to begin with. This society is pretty badass, but so far out of reach that I don't think my great grandkids will live to see it. Let's put it this way, it involves using all the resources from Earth freely, and letting everything do everything for us. So basically, Wall-E. Just hopefully not in space (because if that shit crashes, we're fucked), and without the mass gluttony and treasonous steering wheels. Did I mention that there would be a MAGNET TRAIN in this society?

Remember how fast that shit would get you from Goldenrod to Saffron?

It goes 4,000 mph. LOL

So yeah, I've been really philosophical this week, and with this information I don't seek any sort of argument or debate in the future, just more stuff to think about. Whether it's all true or not really doesn't matter to me, the sheer mystery behind it is what matters in my eyes. What's religion? Doesn't really matter, sure, I don't agree with the killings and the lies and the people-coming-to-my-door-asking-for-my-membership stuff, but it does a lot of people good, and I like good things.

Zeitgeist means the "Soul of Time" or something in German, pretty badass, think I'll name all my kids that.

INCEST EVERYWHERE

Ignore the title. It's an in joke.

So, anyone living in Arizona and has any sort of means of listening to the people around them knows about the Override that's being voted on right now. A vote that, if it passes, will stop the AZ government from basically cutting everything that matters out of school. Yeah, I know it's probably a lot more complex than it sounds, but the black-and-white stereotypical view on it is that: It's bad, AZ hates children, apparently band/theater/culinary/CTE don't at all help a child succeed, and being a teacher is probably the single worst career. Ever.

Sorry, sign spinners, maybe next year

So, around the weekend, the override didn't pass, which meant anyone who wasn't graduating this year (:]) would basically have their hobbies torn from their grasp and they'd be left to die. And then graduate. But! Then, out of nowhere, people realized that kids DO have hobbies after all (like they do in Europe) and started to vote the other way around, so now we're about 800 votes ahead and it's looking good, we'll know by the end of the month.

But really, why. I can understand if you've got some budget issues, sure. And I can understand that you've gotta do what's right to keep your state going, sure. But what the HELL. The children?! Now look, I know that sacrifices have to be made constantly in order to maintain a successful career in just about anything, including gubernatorial duties, but seriously. Now, I don't know about you all, but had I not had theater or any of my other hobbies during school, my life would be more boring than Canadians. I'm sure the same story goes for anyone else in my position, whether it's theater, band, or culinary. Whatever, I'm not sure what other kinks there are to it, I just know that it doesn't end well for us in the end.

At least it stays true to Arizona

Anyway, this is all happening because of some budget crisis that we've been dealing with for a bit, like the rest of America, unless you're rich, you know what I'm talking about. So, that's basically what's causing that whole problem I mentioned last time about not being able to pay for my girlfriend (at least partially), as well as a dozen other things I need to pay for. This budget crisis. And the worst part is, I can offer no solution on how to fix it other than "stop spending money". Which is probably about as likely to happen as me beginning to enjoy ketchup and mustard. Disgusting.

So, in the end, we all come together and realize one thing: Arizona, you really, really suck. I've got countless friends that have already said their goodbyes when we haven't hit graduation yet, they're heading off to a different state for the exact reason that Arizona really sucks. Call it blasphemous, whatever, it's not Arizona itself, because if you've lived here for most of your life the hot weather isn't a big deal, but it seems we're more corrupted than M. Night Shyamalan's directing.

Actually...nevermind...

So yeah. AZ sucks. Sure, I'll probably live here most of my life because I've got too much here to leave, but still, you suck. Now, this all can be fixed, but there's some major corruption, I believe, that I don't know the first thing about. I'm one to jump to conclusions, but I'm sure I've got some "amen"s on this one.

Hah.

All right, so...a lot's happened.

But in a good way!

So, I think I'll start blogging more now because I've come up with much more to talk with, the problem is, I didn't feel that I should be writing when I had no motivation to write. There's no point in me talking about something I didn't want to talk about. But now, more of these 'Eureka' moments are getting stuck into my head and the best way to get them out is through this blog, so that's what the plan is. I'll also maybe do more lists and stuff, assuming I can get more people to view this blog, since I've probably lost pretty much all my readers in my absence from writing.

I'M NOT GIVING UP ON YOU YET

So, but what's this "lot" that I proclaimed happened? Well, the play ended and as such, we needed to celebrate. The best time to celebrate the 8 shows you just performed is of course, right after the 8th show, which ends at about 9, and we wanted to have a party at someone's house till the wee hours of the morning. So we convinced our director that we would tear down the entire set after school on Monday to have the party then, and we did, and we played DDR, and I rocked. So that was that Saturday, and Arsenic and Old Lace ended.

However, we DID promise, so our Monday was dedicated to tearing down the set, that took about 2 hours. However, there just happens to be this girl, and I just so happen to be that guy. And theater kids, since they're probably the best, but douchiest, friends you could find, pretty much force me to ask her out, in front of everybody, while "Fall For You" was playing on the intercom.

That chair is a symbol of LOVE

 

Well, she said yes, which we all knew would happen because it was only a matter of me not being so damn nervous to ask her. So that was the beginning of last week. Pretty nice week.

But, man, if there was ever a time for me to get a job (and get my phone fixed), it's now. I'm old fashioned, and my mom's got that whole "chivalry" sense that she's taught me throughout the years, so when I don't have the money to pay for my girlfriend, I take a bit of an ego-punch. It's in the works, I'll get that job soon and all will be well! Other than that, I'm extremely happy with the whole thing, and excited.

Now, I always did say that "I wouldn't get into relationships in high school". Now, while I did maintain that pretty much until the day I joined theater, I came to terms with something. If you have feelings, there's no reason to fight them. Now, love is powerful, yes, but it's a feeling. By that logic, all feelings are just as powerful, and I believe that to be true. Fear, sadness, love, they all make you act sometimes irrationally and impulsively, as well as a bunch of other adverbs that start with "I", but in the end it's all worth it. So I figured, why suffocate my feelings when I knew how I felt, and I went out on a whim and I went against my once-fervent belief, and I'm completely happy with that decision.

Pictured: My thought processes after the inner-battle

So, needless to say, I'm pretty damn happy. Now, if I can get that job issue sorted out (because there's a lot of things I need/want to buy, and the only way I can get them at this point is getting them myself), then everything will be as close to perfect as it can be for an almost-high-school-graduate.

Anyway, since next semester's play is actually a musical, I've been torn on whether or not to do it. I came to the final decision last week after talking to pretty much everyone with an opinion that I'll most likely be doing it. I can't sing, rather, I don't sing. I don't know if I can keep a tone or keep a rhythm because I simply haven't practiced it, I come from a very musically-talented family, but ironically, none of us sing, or at least very often with 8 octaves on our plate.


So, how will that go? Who knows, I did find my monologue though:

Yes, it's Shakespeare, is that ballsy or what?

That's not until January. So, until then, I'll be relaxing a bit, playing some games, hanging out with people, and letting my fingers rest after this huge blog...


So, I will go.

It's all over!

Hey kids.

So, I would've blogged more this week, but I just now realized that it's Sunday and it's now 1:11 PM. I've had absolutely no concept of time and day this week.

Actual picture of the massacre

This week was nothing but the performances for Arsenic and Old Lace. Eight of them. Sometimes two a day. To multiple different crowds, with multiple casts. It's tiring, and since I was in all 8 shows, I had to stomp up the stairs over 50 times. And then I played DDR last night at our party. Needless to say, it's a miracle my legs didn't de-attach themselves from my torso and say "fuck you bro".

Regardless of leg pain and melting clocks, the play went fabulously. Regardless of the drama we had along the way, and all of the possible cancellations of the whole thing, we pulled it off with flying colors. And the people I met along the way will probably be friends for a very long time to come. So, as such, it was worth it, to the nth degree.

Nice set, eh? It'll be destroyed tomorrow

I said in my last blog that I had no idea what I'd do with myself when this is all over. Well, I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself. I guess I'll see what else is going on in theater, but my director told me "Not much, we're gonna take a break." So yeah, what I have is not theater, but the people in theater, to depend on to help me stay productive. I just applied for a few jobs that I wouldn't of had the time for during the play. Hopefully that works out (although I doubt it, getting a job in Arizona is damn near impossible).

Anyway, next semester is a musical, and that's very intimidating. Almost none of my really good friends from this play aren't going to be in the next play because they want a break, I don't though, because I just got started. A musical is a different route, and I can't sing or dance, so I'm completely unsure as to if I should audition or just stay behind and tech, who knows.

Anyway, since the play's over, I'll have more time to think about...stuff. And I'll then blog about that stuff since maybe 3 or 4 of you still read these, so that's good. Time will tell whether or not that'll last, however...

Crunch...crunch...CRUNCH...

I really, really love the Postal Service.

YOU ARE A GOD. Now make a new album, idiot (sarcasm intended but not implied)

Anyway. So, Tuesday's our first performance, although it's not opening night since it's just to the elementary kids. It'll all come together after all. We haven't yet gone through the whole play in one sitting but it's okay, we'll be fine. I'm so damn excited.

But anyway, I've become concerned. One week from tomorrow, the play is officially over. OVER. Done, no more rehearsals, no more performances, only cheaply sniped references and memories (which are great, but still). What the HELL am I going to do?

Pictured: Me, after the play in the beginning of this movie. (You're now all beginning to cry)

I have spent the last two months of my life, and the conclusion of my child hood on stage, rehearsing for next week. Two months. My childhood. Ends next week. Was it worth it? Oh god yes. But really, come next Monday, I'll be strolling into the theater room after school and realize "Oh...". And I'll be lost. It sucks, but that's the reality of it, good or bad, all things must end. What am I going to do afterward? I have NO idea whatsoever. I guess I can try to get a job now that more windows have opened since becoming an adult, but compared to the last 2 months, it all seems so dull. What can possible be a follow-up to a passion finding? Who knows. We'll find out. Theater hasn't ended, just that part.

So, anyway. English has finally started to become more exciting. I always liked my teacher but now she's teaching something that I'm really interested in: The Canterbury Tales. They're a group of stories that are based around the morals of people, and the avoidance of the 7 deadly sins.

 Pictured: Milk, Cheese, Chocolate, Pizza, Soda, Candy, and Republican Talk Radio

So my teacher is following what the author actually did, the best writer gets a free meal. So that means: I'M ALL OVER THAT SHIT. I love winning. So I wrote all 4 of my Tales and have turned them in, I guess we'll find out soon. I made mine rhyme which should hopefully get some extra "wow" points up in there. They really make you think which Sin really applies to you. I'm not sure which would apply to me, possibly Greed. But not in the money way, I think I'm greedy for certain things like, you know, winning. Things that aren't necessarily valuable yet treasured. Or it could be Pride, I've got a big ego. It goes on. You see? We all have a bit of those sins...sucks, eh? Not really, makes humans what we are. I'm so incredibly shy yet happy, I couldn't possibly be Wrath or Envy though, could I?

I really enjoy these 7 deadly sin model collections

Anyway, I'm off. I wanted to produce a blog because I felt the need to write something, and I don't want to go TOO long without writing one otherwise these ideas would go stale and never be written, how tragic!

Too much will become too little!

Hey kids.

So, Spirit Week's over. And as I thought it would be, it was semi-disappointing, ESPN day and Friday were fun, but Tuesday and Thursday (History Channel and MTV day) were severely lacking in any excitement because of how hard it was to go all out on those, so that made this Spirit Week nowhere near as good as it could've been, but that's okay because it was still fun. Friday was easily the funnest, however.

Pictured, me on Friday, but with green wings and a Yoshi shirt

I wore caution tape, a cloth green and gold tutu that a lot of people at my school wear, and green fairy wings I bought for a dollar. And the best part about that was that I had to walk down to two different elementary schools in that outfit, giving hundreds of small children high-fives for a special parade the clubs at my schools do. I was in it for Theater, so needless to say, I was THEATRIC. Something about a skyscraper of a person wearing fairy wings that just so happens to be male made a lot of children laugh. Very hard. They loved it for the most part, except 7th and 8th grade guys who literally AVOIDED my hand because of my wings.

Specifically, there was this one girl who gave adjectives to every person that she high-fived. So by the time my turn to be deemed an adjective came around, it wasn't surprising. I was standing behind a friend of mine (female), and the girl upon high-fiving her, says "pretty". What do I get? "Tall". Thanks. So that became a joke and I became miserable

Tall? Really?

Whatever, that parade was fun but I was exhausted afterward, and it didn't help that the Spirit Assembly afterward was even more exhausting. Then had English, then had French (but I told my French teacher that it's Homecoming Friday and I frankly don't want to do anything [or deal with the talkers in that class] so I just went to theater and played improv games). Rehearsals went great, etc. Then the Homecoming game, we destroyed them, etc. Day ended, I was in PAIN

Regardless, the pain's gone, and today's the Homecoming dance. Should be fun, unless all my friend catch swine flu from the mass amounts of hands we touched yesterday (POWER CLAP FOR HAND SANITIZER, ONE TWO THREE). I still have to find nice shoes and (purple) tie to wear to match my date, since we're boss like that. I won't be home much today.

Anyway, I'm out, gonna relax for the couple of hours I have to relax.

And oh my GOD, I just found an unopened ring pop next to my computer.

Too happy to use a non-generic picture