Last Minute Additions

It is the last day of Nov. And I have many unfortold things I am thankful for so I will bust them out in a rapid fashion.

I'm thankful for Dr. Pepper.

It makes the world taste better. It sustains me. Keeps me running. For that I am eternally grateful. I started drinking it a few years ago while working at Hale Center Theater Orem. You see at that point I was an avid drinker of the sperm-killing Mountain Dew. However, when I would go get my free drink and there was no yellow 5 infested juice, I had to drink something else. Which happen to be Dr. Pepper. We met, fell in love, and the rest is history.

I am thankful for my job.

While, yes, overworked and underpaid, I love my job. I get to perform for vast crowds and bring joy to little HSM obsessed children. It also keeps me from becoming obese and unhappy with life because other wise I would be fat and working at a job i don't enjoy which would create ample misery.

I'm thankful for other film oriented minds.

I'm used to people not having any clue as to what I am saying when I discuss filmography. But, in the high school breakroom, I can make an obscure reference Frank Capra and certain kids understand what I am saying. It's not a big thing but its nice to have some like-mindedness everynow and then.

I am thankful that I have "Main Street Electrical Parade" on my iPod.

After a dull day of stupidity and rude and dullness, the music from the original night parade came on my iPod and it thouroughly delighted me and made me want to immediatly extricate myself to CA to watch it live(but for now on youtube). And also be full of delight and undull.

I'm thankful for my best friend.

It's pretty cool when all I do is walk up and he knows if something is wrong or not. Tis quite awesome.

It was a wonderful November. Thank you to all persons and things that contributed to the lovely thankfullness of my month. It brought much pleasure to my life to be able to share my happy times with you readers. I know I'm not the most eloquent but I hope you liked my musings on the world.

Dancing With Myself

I am thankful for mental health nights.



On occasion, I find myself going slighly crazy. One of those times when you feel nouns (i.e. everything, everyone) is stupid and and full rude and jerk and lame. When these occasions sneak up on me, I find its best to treat yourself to a fun theraputic night. Give yourself a break from those people, places, and things that are currently causing perturbment.

Last night, I did just that. I went to Books-A-Million and browsed. Grabbed dinner from Chipotle, swung by Target, caught myself up on my stories, chilled in the hot tub, got some help on a video game, and watched some more TV. It was relaxed but had pleantly of activity, which is key to a good mental health night. I wake up this morning and feel much better.

I am thankful for slightly self-absorbed, enjoyable, perturbment detoxing mental health nights.

Captain VonDeuche

so this is me blogging Dr. Seuss style:

this is for snarktastic, thuglike Captain VonDeuche
More arrogant than Mrs. Tallulah-May Stoosh
he seems to not get that he won the war
He was first choice, the one who got the score
So therefore Cap'n, with a nose high in the air
Just leave me alone and quit with the glares
Why ruin my night with your insecurity
Be happy with your prize, not a source of misery

Thank you and goodnight

No more math

I am thankful for my recent trip home.

That week changed things I feel. It changed my perspective of Utah for one. When I left it was a dismal unhappy place. And maybe I'm wrong, but it seems life has come back to it.

On a deeper level, I think I have spent the last 2.5 years trying to make things like my senior year again. Like, if i could just get all the variables together I could make the equasion I'd want. Slowly, I've let go of this notion. The trip has gotten me to drop it completely and be ok with it. I've seen now that the things that would need to happen to get back to that "happy time" in my life, can't happen at all cause the variables have changed so dramatically. Does that make any sense?

Maybe if you had an example:

I'd need 2 and 4 and 7 to get the out come of 13. So I have been trying to get those numbers together, but they have all changed. 2 is now 5. 4 is now 1. and 7 is now -6. so even if I did rangle those numbers from my past together, no matter how hard I tried, they wouldn't yeild the result I'd want. Cause 5 and 1 and -6 does NOT equal 13. Ya know what it does amount to? NOTHING.

Anyway, my point is this. Thanks to my excursion to Utah, I have stopped trying so hard to bring back the past. I've been trying to live in the past and I feel like it's made me an unhappy person. But I think now, just like Bry, I can be in the present. And start looking toward the future. And I'm good with that.

(P.S. I've been meaning to write that blog ever since I got back and I'm really glad I sat down and made myself write it out.)

Times running out...

I am thankful for 24.

It is an amazing show. I feel like there are times in life when you feel like you aren't in control of what's happening to you. Watching 24 makes me feel like it's completely in the realm of possibility that I could take down a large group of terrorists single handed and live to kick some more ass later that day. Jack Bauer, while yes, in need of years of therapy, is a guy's guy. There aren't many characters that are like that. Jason Statham in The Transporter, Bruce Willis in Die Hard, and Kiefer Sutherland in 24. It's nice to see that one man can waste a thousand, that he can make a difference.

Watching the show reminds me of being home. Not cause I felt like I was standing up to terrorists back home, just cause Dave got me hooked on the show all those years ago when life seemed easier. Its been kinda been a theme of today. Things that remind me of happy-home-times. Those times got to be few and far between but they are worth it.

I am thankful for guy's guy, kickin' ass and takin' names, terrorist hunting, all around awesome 24!!!!

Twenty T(Want My Money Back)

Sorry for the delay everyone. I arrived back in Florida to situations that needed my immediate attention. But everything is good now.

So I was amidst my thankful mood, but I need to pause to deliver and important message.

DON'T SEE 2012.

It is a waste of money on your part. I mean, unless some is purchasing this particular viewing experience on your behalf, you might as well take your $10, walk to your nearest restroom, and flush it. That'd probably be a better use of your money.

Ok, while yes, I am being harsh, 2.5 hour cinematic trash deserves a written lashing. The movie capitolizes on the concept of "These are the last days. The end is...TOMORROW!" bahbah baaaaahhhhhhhhhh. You think thats all the story needed to make a good movie? No. No; Bad Roland Emmerich! Stop making useless movies for the sole purpose of rapping our retinas with visual effects.
All of the characters in this movie were easily forgettable. John Cusack seems on the "Career-fizzle train"(Imagine Mary Murphy screaming that to him from across the room. Puts a slight smile on your face.). My favorite part was a death of a character. It was hilarious. If that is my favorite part of a movie, it's gotta be pretty bad.

So please, at least wait and get it from your neighborhood redbox. Had the circumstances been different, I don't think I would have even done that.

Overhead Bins

So I have this really awesome thing I am thankful for and when I do write it out it'll be awesome (at least I think). But I am tired now and have learned recently that if you care about something, don't half-ass it. So in the interest of still getting something up, I'll half-ass about something that isn't crucial.

I am thankful for the good humored Southwest flight attendants.


I flew back to Orlando today. When I got on the plane I wasn't in a particularly cheery mode as were most for my fellow nomads. But buckle up and hear-

Flight Attendant(over intercom): Hey, whose wallet is this?

Weary travelers shift in their seats to try and get a look.

Flight Attendant(over intercom): Since I have your attention now, I'd like to go over some safety features....

There were other humorous things said and they weren't "lol" or "rof" hilarious but it was good early morning humor. Let's face it, you don't wanna laugh really hard in the morning, but I find these women, who are performing their gentle comedy, somewhat comforting. They give me that "Everything's gonna be alright and I'll make a joke to prove it" feeling. Its nice and made for a pleasant morning.

Thanks, Southwest, for hiring comforting flight attendants.

The Moistmaker

I know the title is dirty, but let's move passed it and continue.

I am thankful for Thanksgiving leftovers.

Yeah, I get it. Thanksgiving hasn't come yet, but I won't get to do it "correctly" so my mom decided to make Thanksgiving dinner last night. It was a traditional schmogasboard. Turkey, potatoes, rolls, veggies etc. While it was quite tasty the 1st time around, I highly enjoy the leftovers as well. They frequently last you a while and are deliciossa.

Primarily, I love the turkey. The meat from an actual turkey is sooooo different from the processed slices you but at the store. There's almost a magical quality to Thanksgiving turkey. It makes for an amazing sandwich. Seriously, try it in a few weeks. I'm not the first person to come to this realization. Here's some evidence.


See how passionate Ross is about it. It's gotta be good then right? Of course right! It brought me much delight when I couldn't sleep this morning. Give it a shot.

I'm thankful for Thanksgiving leftovers.

I think I like how "How the Day Sounds"

I am thankful for this song.

Nearly every lyric of this song describes my trip thus far. It's been so surprisingly wonderful. Anyway, let the joyus notes permeate your soul and maybe you'll like how the day sounds too.

Chipotle and WFM

I didn't get a chance to post yesterday, so today's blog will contain a double dose of thankfulness.

Part 1

I am thankful for


It is a foodgasm. It is so incredily delicious and tasty and about twelve other synonyms for 'makes my stomach joyful'. I swear it has magical qualities. It can turn the grumpiest of moods into damn near cheerfulness. I dine there at least once a week and I think my taste buds would be quite sad without it. I can't go for a whole week; I'll be in Utah and as far as I know there aren't any UT locations. I miss it already.

Part Deux

I am thankful for those moments when you get a warm feeling telling you everything is gonna be alright.

There has been some arguments and disagreements in my life lately. Its caused a blegh feeling in the pit of my stomach. Like that feeling you get when you think things are about to go awry. It hasn't been fun.

Last night, I crashed with my friends in preperation for our 5 am airport excursion. The alarm went off and I lay in the darkness. As I stirred, I realized that we all fell asleep on each other. Suddendly, that awry-stomach-pitness was gone. I knew that all the anger and fights didn't matter. Cause we were true friends. We'd get passed it. I was nervous to leave with that pit; I didn't know if anything would get resolved. But that fuzzy warmth over took me and I knew it all was ok. It was quite nice.

I am thankful for those warm-fuzzy moments.

Insecto Bueno

k, I don't wanna be a work nerd who says they are thankful for a parade they do.

So I'll just say I'm thankful for a track I do.

I am thankful for Male Bug 8.


It was a rough day. There was worrying a friend was mad at me, angry high schoolers, rain spit, sewage erruptions, attempting to convice another friend I was not mad at them, buckets of sweat, staging at every show, incorrect pacing, not-touching hands, intense ab workout, and some defensive managers.

But I got to be a Bug, which never happens anymore. Life is different in the B-Unit. Less angry and bitter and I got to let out all the insanity of the day on the streets for the guests to eat up like scavaging sewer rats. Slim worked it out with me too. It was a great parade and it saved me today. So thank you Male Bug Pal 8. Thank you muchly.

Old Friend

Ok, here we go.

I am thankful for this ravashing creature.


Its name is Julie-Ann-Garbutt. I have known her since I was in 9th grade and we did "Fiddler on the Roof" at CVJH. She is one of the most interesting people I've ever met.

Our friendship didn't really start till my junior year. There was a lot of flirtation in those years, but its cool cause we are both embued with intense flirtatiousness, so it was nice to bounce that off someone. We have done many musical productions together (Footloose, Once on this Island, etc...) as well as made a short film (Its called Thespians. There was some BRILLIANT footage of her and Bry Schultz improvising that is now lost to the cruelty of our high School Macs). She is very talented and beautiful and completely crazy and I love it. You see my particular brand of crazy blends well with hers to make a nice crazy-blend friendship.

Julie reads lots of books. I mean, LOTS. Every time I visit her blog I see she is reading a new, different book. I've always wanted to be that kid whose well read and makes witty literary references, however, I am cursed with little will to read. Lately, I find myself wanting to be consumed in a good novel and she gives perfect suggestions. I'm jealous of her ability to read lots of literature.

She shares my love for many random things and it is awesome. To name 1 specifically, 80's movies.
--Her and I, with my other friends, Dave and Trevor, were the "Breakfast Club" but really only cause we love the movie so much. Really we are nothing like any of the characters in the movie. Halloween my Sr. year the four of us were our assigned movie counter-part; Julie was Ally Sheedy's "Basketcase", I was Emilio's "Jock" (see, we really were nothin like them.)

I don't have many people I can go to to vent. She is one of them. We live miles and miles away, but we can talk like I'm down the street. When things get a little too schitzo in the FL, I can call over to the UT, and let it all go. We exchange the annoying and pleasant details of our currant circumstances and we relate and empathize and swap advice and encouraging words and feel much better after we talk (at least I do). She is a great friend and I don't know that I'd be sane right now with out her.

I'm thankful for Julie-Ann-Garbutt

November is here

I am actively pertured by my insufficent posting this year. So once again, I'm gonna try to remedy that. I love to write, you see, but I have this idea that I don't experience things worth writting about. Well, children that is about to change. Thanks to Julie for bringing this idea to my attention. I am going to be totally lame and copy her idea to write everyday about something I am thankful for. For November anyway. Not promising I will be entirely successful, but I'm gonna give it the old college try.

Stay tuned kids.

Halloween

I know it's a few days late but this is what I did for Halloween. To preface, Chipotle, one of my favorite places to eat, was offering a free burrito to anyone who came in dressed as a burrito. So Jam, Stephanie, and I grabbed some tin foil and headed over.


As you can see we got creative. We were creatively wrapped burritos.


I totally designed this one.




"Drats, foiled again"- Jamil Claxton


The glasses were a nice touch. Good idea Steph.



So then, with our free Chipotle in tow, we watched our traditional Halloween night film 300. It's not really a tradition yet, I suppose, but since we watched it last year, its off to a good start.