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.