What is my art?

I am at an art school. I should know this.

I love the weather today. Snow all day = warmer temp., prettiness, and uh snow.
I'm probably overexcited about my piano class. I like that it moves at a quick pace and is an acquired skill. A challenge! Hooray!
This class plus the snow falling sweetly all around me on my walk home made me smile like those crazy ladies that walk alone feeding pigeons.
Had a blast tonight. Matt and I headed out to catch a pay-as-you-will show, Northeast Shore, and got Sean to come as we were hopping in the cab! The randomness.
Some highlights of the evening:
*Cake! Happy Birthday Alfonso. Just kidding... about the cake. Sorry you came to see this play on your 10th!
*"You splashed giblets on me G!"
*Free peach yogurt!!! uh no spoons
*"I've got one hand on my yogurt and the other one smells like gerbils."
*Walking thru the park and across the frozen fountain and Matt pulling me down with him as he fell on his ass. Thanks babe.
*My purse breaking, and dropping in the middle of the street as I turn around in slow mo as the car comes whizzing by double time, double speed. Matt - "My script!" Me - "My purse, phone, and yogurt!" The driver must have seen us mouths agape and swerved to miss it.
Whoa man. In other news, the elevator's down again. I know it only goes up and down, but it is out of order. I ::sarcasm:: love that we didn't have it fixed at all last term and that during the three weeks we've been back, it has shut down um, this is at least the fourth time.

What a day! It started off like crap as a few have recently. I seem to be getting up right after everyone else in the building, which results in zero hot water for my shower. But things picked up.
Acting studio has this therapeutic nature - it is like aloe vera to the soul. We have an assignment called an "informance" that will be presented clean and pressed later in the term and today we got five minutes to try stuff out. I was really dreading walking in there with such an anorexic presentation, but I was really directionless and grief-laden. Now that I have done it and seen others', though, I am fired up and ready to go for the next round!
In another exercise, many people had some nice honest things to say to me and they made my heart smile.
Me and my dad:
sketchcat jamie says:
i love you
ahhhh xmas is over says:
you should
Dad is adorable.
So yeah. <3 ( :

I slept about 16 hours today. Not completely consecutive, but there you have it. I had to force myself out of bed or else it would have been more. I don't have any apprehensions about my slumber tonight. I have been a sloth all day... except for Kelly's 3rd Annual Anti-Superbowl Par-Tay. We watched M.P and the Holy Grail (yee!) and then juggled some clementines. Fun fun.
Happy Birthday Morgan! er a few hours ago.

i am updating tonight per morgan's bidding. it is hard when it is commanded. but her majesty has spoken...
i helped out at another round of gaybingo tonight. tell me why i do this again? am i not frusterated by the overwhelming number of hot men being gay? so, why then do i support them in their frolicking and flaunting in drag? and what worse? to be doing it on my saturday night? hmmmmm. well, i suppose it is for AIDS... so come on people! let's stop this epidemic so that i dont have to put myself thru this every month!! and you know... so that AIDS is cured, whatever. ;)
i have also done a little thinking today, i know, SURPRISE!... but maybe it is good to have gay men be gay. this saves me some amount of strife. see, i have this theory that these men are gay not because of some brain malformation, but that they are so vain and egocentric that they know they are hot and love themselves so much that they could only have someone just like them. and i say to that "fine, go ::bleep:: yourselves!" at least they advertise that they aren't right for me.

apparently i am going thru a phase. i haven't decided my grammatical style. to cap or not to cap... i can somewhat understand the need to capitalize the first letter of a sentence, but there is a period to do that separation job. what kind of egomaniacs are we to place such importance on ourselves to emphasize our names by distinguishing the first letter as well as references to "I," yet not "me"??? gross.

Thanks to Virginia, who plantsat for me while I was away, the little rose bush is blooming!
Baby got new shoes.

they should make a johnny jump up just for me. i would be the coolest kid around.

in other news: classes are amusing. i think i might live thru modernism (kinda like history of modern art). my teacher practically said the bible is fiction... i think i like him already. it is so amusing to watch him amuse himself.

i am coming to think that my sweater and i, the star crossed, are not allergic to eachother... and i am a little disappointed that my spoonerisms havent acted up in awhile.
i hope you see the humor in that, if not, look up spoonerism. i think you will find that they (allergies and spoonerisms) are not realted [sic] (ha! that was delightful, what do you suppose you call that... finger dyslexia or finger spoonerism?). oh this gives me an idea... "a soon to spoderisms" i think i am on to something.

Chicago the movie... (do your best Molly Shannon) I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT. Well, I wasn't too fond of Richard Gere or Catherine Zeta-Jones, but otherwise Renee Zellwigger and Queen Latifah did rather well, the choreography was fabulous, the cinematography was brilliant, and I think Rob Marshall, the director, was right on. I wanna see it again... and it takes a lot to get me to see a movie twice in theaters; I've only done it once before. This is yet another Miramax winner.
Although I feel that pigeons are vermin with wings... I give props to the one that Alex and I watched use the crosswalk when the light was green. That was phenominally bizarre. GAH ::shudder:: I still loathe them.

holey cheese i have class tomorra

I am usually greatly fond of surprises and like to wait to open presents because it is more fun that way. That way you know you have a present for longer and it becomes more and more exciting, rather than opening it as soon as possible and then you think, "huh, ok." But, the anticipation of my classes is building in immensity in a somewhat fearsome way. My facial expression pretty much sums it up. Too bad for you.
When I went to unpack my suitcases I noticed that the zippers on one of them had been zip-tied together. Curious I thought. Maybe it was falling open because suitcases are traitorous like that and the baggage handlers were lovely guards of my property. Upon further inspection, I found a little note inside that said my bag had been randomly searched for safety. Good thing they picked that one; the other had a whole bunch of knives.
I am just a little tired of the plumbing around here. I think it has become unruly and wild and have figured out how to tame it. It just needs to be shown who is boss at the beginning of each term.

Jamie is back in town!
I had excellent airplane karma yesterday. There were only about 40 people on my flight and I got a window seat with nobody in the seat next to me. I also abided by the rules I have learned to create for myself; although, I thought I was nearly to break them when a lady sitting near me, while waiting to board, began talking with me. I was petrified. That could have been the ruin of my upcoming 5 or so hours. Fortunately, when seated on-board, we were separated by a large enough expanse that I was in the safe... Rule 1. Do not socialize with strangers until there are 30 minutes or less until touchdown. Rule 2. Do not socialize with strangers until there are 30 minutes or less until touchdown... This rule is so important it makes up the first two (of two - and somewhat resembles Fight Club... coincidence? I think not.). They help protect me from me. I enjoy meeting new people, but "too much of a good thing" usually applies. Once you make first contact, people begin to feel comfortable with you and can potentially talk your ear off, as I am sure was going to be the case with that lady. Plus, the weather was nice enough to wait to snow until my plane was landed and I was already picked up (my bags were right there waiting for me at baggage claim :) ).
I have come to realize that I am allergic to the new sweater I bought - the one that had instantly become my favorite. I guess that is my Newton's (third?) law... every good karma has an equal and opposite bad karma.
It is interesting to come back to the city. I never truly acknowledged my fearlessness and adventurousness. When I first came here back in august, I took note of all the people and the constant noise, but even now, I still think nothing of it. Although I come from a much different lifestyle, I don't go into culture shock. I amaze me... and so do all the other people out there that jump in with both feet and make the best of it. Yay for us!

It is I, the long-lost.
It's been a good time. Went out with my family and saw "Catch Me if you Can" (Tom Hanks - Yes!.. Leo, who?), bowled a 106, went with Morgan to her family's lobstah feed (mmm!) and chilled with her up at her school, wwu. She has some pretty cool friends; we got all fixed up with crimpy hair and decided to see a film at her school... turned out to be the history of hip hop - although we couldn't tolerate watching the whole thing, I do have a new appreciation for "turntableists." We got up extra early the next day for breakfast; it was very enjoyable at the Little Cheerful... that is the greatest name.
Yesterday, Mom and I stuffed ourselves to the gills with yummy Indian food. :) Later, oh so much later... as we needed time to recuperate... we went out the barn for my sister's riding lesson and I got a wild hair to tack up Mum's horse and ride... which I haven't done in about six years. Fun fun!
Tomorrow I make my return to Philly. Jet lag here I come!

I am so excited. I don't know what to do with myself. I just found the webpage I made three years ago and then abandoned. I thought it was no longer in existance after having left it so long. What do I do what do I do? I don't want to link it to here because, well I left it because I was embarrassed by it... and THAT hasn't changed; yet at the same time I am proud of it and some of its contents.
Ok, now I have a new mission. To find ways to incorporate the coolness of my past into, well, whatever you want to call this... I'm thinking a ShRiNe... and maybe a little republication of some things I wrote (no worries, they're just poems).

THE BUBBLES ATTACK!!! ::cue pang of fear::
1 large bathtub + lots of water + an extra generous squirt of bubble bath = a pleasant amount of bubbles...
BUT... if you turn the jets on... ::gasp::
They multiply faster than rabbits! They swarm (in a rather whimsical formation) around you, waiting for that moment to strike... that time when you try to peacefully lean against the back edge and read your book, but slip under. Oh yes. This is where the seemingly innocent bubbles get their excitement.
There was no rest for me nor leisurely novel enjoyment. No no. I was too distracted by these mischievous mounds of soapy pockets of air.
Sheesh.

Boo-ya! I got a 3.357 GPA last semester... that's enough to keep my scholarship!
I went snowmobiling with some fam, yesterday, up in the mountains. We rode a delightful 30ish miles. And I am so sooooooooooooooooooooooore. But ah, it feels good.
The navel oranges at the store have outties.

My inner gay man is Jack because, well, I TOO LIKE MEN. And I like Jack so it was meant to be.

Yesterday I went shopping with Dad and scored a $22 lipstick for free and it is a lovely color... in fact, just the color I was wishing I had. Yay! We decided that the cosmetics lady was trying to tell me somethin as I was scrubbin it that day.
Today, I paraded around in a new outfit... my my, how good that feels.
I borrowed Dad's car, a manual '92 Galant VR4 (I had forgotten how much I love to drive), and went up to visit Morgo. We kicked around. She gave me a hat she knitted this morning, for xmas, and I will definately be sporting it in the near future. Then we congregated with some old chums and drove down to Tacoma to see The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Abridged) which is performed by three guys. It had its ups and downs for me, so it ranks as a smidgen above average.
And that was pretty much the day. Just all around lovely... good clothes, good drive, good people.

Hold on to your balls... uh hem, you perv, eyeballs... as this one is a doosy.
Ah. Life now is good. Actually, now that I think about it, it hasn't been bad in awhile (I am sure to jinx myself, but fortunately I am not superstitious) (Yeah that is right, read that twice, cuz you didn't catch it the first time) ah hahahaha. Maybe it is just this new frame of mind I am in... couldn't explain it if I had to... or maybe my recent major life changes have had a positive effect. Well, if it ain't broke don't fix it, so I'll leave it at that. Besides, I've never been fond of disection.
Driving down the road yesterday, I saw a sign that said "Put the Christ back in Christmas." Upon pondering of this, as I have in the past as well, I've decided that I celebrate "X-Mas" or various other... er... variations, rather than "Christmas" as there is no Christ in Christmas for me, (pun intended). This maybe just a phase of my life until I discover faith or religion (no intentional redundancy, if that is even a word). Although, even though I am just one of the MANY who abuse the name and/or spirit of Christmas and use the holiday for gift-giving and greedy expectations of reception of parcels, I do feel the warmth and celebrate my friends and family... throught this gift exchange, but merrymaking as well.
It has been during this said time that the aforementioned good life has been recently sweetened by a salting of presents, as I make my way from family to family (you do remember that I have a lot of it, as my parents are divorced and I have regular family, step family, and half-step family - I am sure YOU don't know what to call my father's girlfriend's family either, so phooy on you). I believe it is needless to say that I have made out like a bandit and cannot wait to bring my booty back to Philly - sorry for ambiguity... both myself AND my loot.
After spending the holiday (note the use of a pronoun) at Mom's, I travelled with Dad to eastern Washington where the snow abounded and we reveled on our snowmobiles. Ah the priceless memories... there is too much for one little ol' blog. I did get to catch up with Dell, who attends Emery-Riddle in Arizona and is from this neck of the woods (near Grandmother's house, over a few rivers and only reachable by sleigh), and I definately had a blast. If only I could have taken a pic of him in his jesterish snow hat, goggles, and coveralls... his nice pic from the fair could have been replaced, to receive innumberable snickers from total strangers. Man!
Then it was back to Dad's for New Year's where we celebrated with family and family friends 'round a bon fire with artillery shells (sh!) and firecrackers. Rather than being with people my age and romantically sharing a kiss at the drop of the ball (no puns), I was hugging my cousin... he's five. (Danielle says that is the story of her life. Ironically my cousin's name is Daniel) lol.
Anywho, it does not feel like I still have two more weeks of vacation. I must still be programmed in high school mode. I am very happy with how it all has gone down thus far and am excited for what is to come... be it here or when I get back to the WAY EAST ;) (you know who you are). And with that allusion...
"peas" - Jordan