Dear Dried Up Husk of a Blog,

I am sorry I abandoned you.

There are no readers, save the desperate ones that check every day to see if anything new has happened. I fear they too, have gone. Oh well. Que sera sera. We knew it would never last.

HOWEVER

My acting and tech journals are still part of my grades for their respective classes. I plan to shoot the bull for the days weeks I've missed and continue on.

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Acting Journal
3/4/11

Ivan went to opposite Canada for the week. He left us Robbie, who I'm not sure if he is a grad student or what. Anyway, we played some fun yet difficult games/warm ups that didn't totally end in disaster. We focused a lot on the rhythm of our radio pieces and I discovered mine to be much more different than I thought it was. It really has no rhythm. My partner sets up certain things and I totally destroy it. Perhaps that was the rhythm. Also, it was interesting to just get another viewpoint on acting. With Harris we never got an additional voice to teach us.

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Acting Journal
3/7/11

We had our short monday class today so we didn't do a whole lot. I love the game wink murder but I hate when Ivan gets involved. Moreover, I also in addition to enjoyed the jaw exercises as well also because.

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Tech Journals from 2/21/11 to 3/4/11

I have no recollection of these events as Iphigenia was happening and it absorbed my brain and soul. I think I remember something about building a floor unit? Something? Huh?

Oh Do Let's

In terms of one's life, there are many priorities one has.

Food.

Shelter.

Being on time for run crew.


Unfortunately, a blog is simply not high on the list, though it does beat doing homework by a fair margin. I apologize for my absence and it will never happen again.

I've been called to the wonderous task of being on run crew for Iphegenia 2.0. Pronounced "effin vagina." It's about a bitch and the story that leads up to said bitch's demise.





                         [This bitch.]


For those unfamiliar with run crew, we are the ninja masters that make the back/fore/mid stage things happen. You were unaware how the wall mysteriously moved, but it did. And there was a person dressed in black doing it.

When you are on run crew:

the actors are stupid

the stage manager is stupid

the director is stupid

but you must internalize these feelings and be subservient to all because that is what God made you for and you will do it.

Of course, none of those aforementioned persons are stupid in reality, (quite the opposite) but when no one communicates and things don't get done it leads one to suspect. It's just frustrating.

Today, specifically, was terrible because it is the first day of what I hope is a two  day AT MAX cold. I skipped class to try and regain some health points. Wouldn't you know I was fresh out of potions.





                                                         [I blame you]


Hallucinating is almost never fun, but doing it while operating machinery takes the ca--- no. we don't talk about the "C" word.

There's a ..ugh.. cake with about a 4 inch diameter that gets thrown apart by the actors and tossed about the stage. I never knew such a cake could cause such problems in my life. It simply doesn't mop up but we have to stay until the stage is no longer sticky. Literally every prop used in the scene has 10,000 crevices into which cake ahderes. Every night it's like the bouquet of flowers went swimming in icing.


It seems every day I do something worthy of humiliation.

There's a big, camo covered wall about 30 feet long and a foot wide that needs to move from scene to scene. It's on a track and I operate it. For reasons unknown, it has been named Hagrid and he is one temperamental son of a witch. I constantly need to adjust the speed and sometimes-

sometimes he just decides to go on break and not move.

STORY TIME

Yesterday, I arrived for our 12 hour rehearsal fresh faced and not knowing anything about the show. For some of my responsibilities, I was given Hagrid to operate. I knew not of his dark side.

Somehow fog machines came up in conversation and the person who is supposed to operate things like that said, "Oh f*ck fog machines," in a tone which suggested we weren't using one.

About midway throught the show, Hagrid simultaneously stopped responding to remote commands and smoke was everywhere. I relayed the info over headset and the run was stopped in a panic to investigate.

I'm gonna M. Night Shyamalan you here. It was the fog machine. What a twist!

There was your story. To bed with the youngins.

Today's moment happened with some united pre-show fail and people who have poor enunciation.

"Grant, there's a stippler...studio near you... stage left...move..."

"Uhh...what's a stippler?"

Nothing.

"Repeat, what's a stippler?"

Nothing.

"GRANT JUST GET THE STEPLADDER OF THE STAGE AND MOVE IT INTO THE STUDIO NOW"

"OH HELL I THOUGHT YOU SAID STIPPLER HONEST TO GOD"

so I creptily crept on to the stage and moved the damn thing...because it was exactly where the entire audience would see it if we had an audience. We talked about it later and apparently the silence was when the entire crew was laughing at me and had shut off their mics.

I anxiously wait for tomorrow's shennanigans.







               [I am literally this excited for it]

Meh

Acting Journal
2/14/11

I was kind of out of it today. I forgot entirely how to get ready for school. It was a hell of a monday.

The group of three girl went today, and I couldn't help but want to kill myself. Ivan didn't stop them nearly as many times as he stopped me and Fred. I was all excited to come to class and see everyone get corrected as much as I did...and it just didn't happen.

Later Ivan said something about how he appreciated how they took the lesson he gave to Fred and me and implemented it in their scene.

hooray, I guess.

I liked what he said about imagining a movie screen when I'm saying a line that involves remembering something. The key is to imagining the screen playing whatever happened that you 'remembered' and it reads well from the audience.

V-Day

Not gonna lie, I'm going to be nursing some wounds today. Yup.


P.S. Would anyone like a V-Day playlist?

Home Sweet Home

So much of my funny material comes from my everyday situations, To clarify, things as weird as my everyday situations happen to real people about once every two months. There are people I know that will never go through the equivalent craziness of one of my weeks.

I went back to my old high school to see the school play. I wound up with four tickets, so I ended up taking two of my buds from high school. After contemplating and eventually rejecting helping with strike, we were on the road and decided to be white trash.





                                                       [Classy]


If I ever need anything ever again you may find me in Walmart's clearance section. It's a condensed Walmart that's even cheaper. I realize everything is there for a reason, and it's not trustworthy, but God help me if I didn't try and buy everything. Luckily my friends are trained for this sort of thing, and emergency procedures were implemented. I escaped Walmart's clutches with only a bar of Dove soap, (for men!) play dough, and a bag of mini doughnuts. My friend bought some IBC root beer for us.

We cracked open the edibles (the donettes, root beer, and play dough) in the parking lot and we were just hanging out. This big, long, kind of aqua van pulls out from their parking spot. The van, driven by douches, loops around the aisle, comes back, and drives slowly by us, the driver glaring daggars.

They pulled around again, and we saw their back winshield. In the frost, someone had drawn a dick, and an "I <3" next to it. Naturally, we burst out laughing and did so for several minutes until they drove next to us again. Slower this time. This is the part of the movie where the three stupid college guys get canned, so we high tailed it out o' there. I swear to all business they chased us around the parking lot and down the street. To make sure, I lost them and drove around the city some before going right home. I didn't want them knowing where we all lived.

I mean, it would be fine if Mr. Creepster knew where the other two lived, but they were in my car, so....

Holy Hell

Acting Journal
2/11/11

Oh f*ck I can't even move. This acting class ruined me emotionally. I've just learned so much, my body is rejecting it. I'm shaking.


Zeke had another seizure within the first 5 minutes of class. The paramedics came and took him away, and Layla had to leave because she was so shaken up. I still had to do my scene. I was ridiculously unnerved even before starting. All the exercises Ivan had us do to calm us down only made me more worried. The more time I had away from my script the more I freaked out. I was pitting out.

It was so hard to get in front of the class and do such an intense, aggressive, emotional scene. I didn't realize. I thought I had done classwork before but not like that. Being chastized and corrected, growing, learning, having a moment in front of my peers is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.

He got on me for not specifying my line:

"I've seen pretty girls ruined. Handsome guys, just like the greatest guys, destroyed. Sometimes I feel like I'm on a force march. We all started out together and then people started dropping"

I visualized who that pretty girl was, and how she was ruined. She must have been my friend or someone I thought had a bright future. I named her Jeanette. I did the same with the handsome guy. David. Going over that line with a clear intention of what I'm saying made all the difference. I could see it on my classmate's faces.

We performed when Fred throws me to the ground and gets on top of me and threatens to punch me in the face. Ivan taught us how to fall correctly. It's important to do physical things correctly. Doing 8 shows a week would really jusr destroy whatever part of your body you were incorrectly hitting the ground with.

There was a moment when Fred is all up in my business. He's like a foot taller than me and if he wanted to get aggresive he would absolutely take me down. I broke character because I needed a line, but right before that I guess I moved my foot back. It spoke volumes about my instincts and my tendency to flee difficult situations. Just little tiny changes in posture can ruin or make a scene.

The weight of everything pushed upon me today is just too much. I'm going to go in the bathroom and have a breakdown to let it all out.

To Draft, Or Not To Draft, That Is Only Slightly The Question

Acting Journal
2/9/11

I guess today's big lesson was following impulses. It's really obvious to an audience if the actor has a gut reaction to something and suppresses it.

I really don't learn much from exercises that don't directly involve me. That sounds selfish, but I learn more when lessons can be specifically applied to me.

I have a few moments in my scene with Fred that require instinct and gut reaction, it'll be interesting to see how that all goes. I thought I had to be off book today. I didn't.

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Tech Journal
2/10/11

I didn't understand that we even had an assignment until Tuesday. It wasn't until yesterday that I specifically knew what it was, and even then my directions were only on a facebook message. So I got it all done from 3:30 to 5:30, when it was absolutely due. Then I couldn't find a rubber band. I have 10 million at home but not here. Amy and I finished the flat and joined it with Allie and Carl's.

I would love to know who my one Canadian viewer is. The fact someone outside of the United States has found my blog means it's possible to read this without me forcing people to! WOO.

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Tech Journal
2/8/11

Today was kind of ho hum. I realized that Amy and I are just slow at stuff. Or it's probably just me. Amy does good work. We didn't quite get to where most of everyone else was, and the people we were supposed to hinge our flat with left, so we couldn't do that.

Dominic and what's his name were about as far behind as we were, but neither of our partner groups wanted to switch, which I thought was stupid. Now there's two half groups just waiting around for us to catch up.

I'm concerned with the newest draft we have to do. I wasn't in class so I didn't get all the instructions. Also, I did really terrible on my last one so we'll see where I end up.

Good People

Today was a rollercoaster. Like, literally. A literal rollercoaster.





                                         [My Day]


After the previously mentioned interesting acting class, I learned how to download music illegally, made some returns to Blockbuster, froze my ass all the way home, and ate lunch. It was my prize for such a long walk.

After a few more things were said and done, I proceeded to shave so my face would be ready for makeup class. For some reason, it hurt like all hell. My hair was just tired of being decapitated so it rebelled, I guess.





                                                               [REVOLUTION!]


And I cut myself shaving for the third time, ever. The first two were during my first shave.

I went to Makeup, destroyed my face, apologized with wipes and lotion, and tried asking literally everyone to buy me dinner. I am absolutely and utterly shameless. My rationale is that if one person, for whatever stupid reason agrees to buy me dinner, it's all worth it. Down to every last grovel.

I lost my wallet.








With my N-card and money gone, I had no hope of dinner. It's really no big deal to go without one dinner, but my thoughts of tomorrow's unfulfilled meals had my brow furrowed.

My friend, let's call him "Will..."

(See Kelsey Lee's article in the Feb 1st Daily Nebraskan for the irony.

Link: http://www.dailynebraskan.com/a-e/architecture-students-hook-ups-abound-with-small-building-dark-corners-1.2454822

E-mail:  kelseylee@dailynebraskan.com)

"Will," sensing my disturbance, offered to buy me dinner after refusing about three times prior to lost wallet discovery. Not wanting to be a source of pity,

yeah, right.

Not wanting to be a source of pity, I declined his offer. When I wasn't looking, he put his hand in my jacket pocket and left to go to rehearsal.


I pulled out a $20.



"Will" is officialy one of the kindest and coolest people I've ever met, and is #1 on my hero list right after Gambit and my mentor. His girlfriend, sitting across from me, melted all over the floor at the sight of the selfless and caring gesture.


And then she and I took the $20 and blew it on pizza.






                      [I'm back, bitches!]

A Mix of Tron and Data

Acting Journal
2/7/11

Today was sheer craziness. Ivan had us walk around to different music, letting our bodies adapt naturally and develop characters. There was happy beach music, the accordian of a sly French woman, techno, country, a sort of mid-core rock, and what sounded to me like the tribal sounds of a leader of an angry volcano cult. I think I was a toy once. It was so fun to just turn my body loose and surrender to the music.

Meanwhile if I ever hear "Tv-OD" by the Normals again, I'm going to instantly drop what I'm doing and become a robot.



Watch for the signs

Time Will Tell

I've been thinking about making a comic, something I used to do frequently. I've had the idea for a while but it's never come to fruition. I suppose I'll draw and plan it during all this free time I have. ALL. THIS. FREE. TIME.

The basic premise is a me character living by himself in an apartment, pursuing a dream (undetermined) and unable to make rent, so he puts an ad in the paper looking for a roommate. A future him, who has become suicidal and alcoholic, answers the ad. Many crazy adventures ensue. Death will probably be a recurring character.

If I feel like it, I will scan and post my comics here.

What will end up happening is I will abandon the idea altogether and take up day drinking.

STAY 'TOONED

Getting Behind

I'm losing steam in nearly all my activities, which aren't numerous. I'm in a lull, a funk, if you will. I'm lazy and spoiled and I don't really know what I'm even doing or how to handle life. I've lost a bit of my mojo.





                                [Come back!]



God only knows when he'll find his little way home. Until then, my creativity stagnates.

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Acing Journal
2/2/11

Ivan definitely gave everyone parts outside of their comort levels. I am no exception. He noticed from close to the start of class that I'm not confrontational even a little bit. He's given me a part in which I build to an angry dramatic climax that erupts into a physical fight. It's interesting because I saw the scene going differently, and Ivan keeps pushing me farther and farther away from where I want to be. It sucks, but I know I'm learnng and I know I will learn.

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Tech Journal
2/3/11

I know now when I miss class, I REALLY miss class. I feel like I'm really far behind and every time we do something I feel totally useless. I'm glad my partner has some idea what she's doing or we would be boned. Between trimming some wood too short and cutting the muslin the wrong way...I didn't have an awesome day in Techland.


P.S. The computer I'm typing on has keys that are impossible to use. I apologize for any spelling errors I didn't catch.

Snowpocalypse

I would like to say it's because of the severe weather warning in my area that I didn't go to class, but I would be lying.

Lil bit, yeah.

There was a certain, uh, project, that I had about a month to do and it wasn't...quite...done...

and boy that weather was just going to freeze my face right off. Many of you are recieving the same education I am. You know. You. Know.

I had to visit young Fredly (at his apartment style dorm, asshole) to rehearse our scene. It's about a block or so away from my own dorm. I almost didn't make it. I'm glad I skipped class. I stand by my decision. I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

This post served no purpose other than I noticed it's been a while since my last post, and I want to keep you on your toes.

 [The Snowpocalypse]



The Clouds Part and Angels Sing

Acting Journal
1/28/11

Wow. Today's class was both depressing and amazing. We got with a partner and shared a sad experience from the past. We had to take note of the story, the inflection, word choice, and gestures. Then we had to switch stories.

In front of the class.

We had to pretend as if that incredibly painful story from someone else's past was our own. There was so much pressure to do it right. I didn't want to mess up. The other person was in the room with me. How would it be if I did it wrong? If I didn't treat the story with respect and dignity? They would feel terrible. And so would I.

And that children, is what acting is.

We were asked why we had never done that with a script before. I was shocked, because it hadn't even occured to me. Every script, every character is someone with a story that needs to be treated with respect and dignity. It would be shameful to make a mockery of a script or to be insincere.

I feel like this is the biggest lesson I've learned so far. I'm so thankful to Ivan for having us do this. I will try and implement this the next time I go through a script.

One Can Only Hope

Tech Journal
1/27/11

I am just now getting the feel for how hard my semester is going to be. While in Tech, it's hard to remember that I even have other classes. There's so much I have to worry about and it's getting me down/concerned. I don't always understand what I'm doing.

Rephrase.

I never understand what I'm doing. I know the flat's wrong, I know my drafting is wrong, it's all wrong wrong wrong. I don't know how to change it so I'm just doing the best I can and crossing my fingers. Maybe the hard work I'm putting in is going to be enough.

Baboon F*ck

Acting Journal
1/26/11

If I asked someone to tell me about a dream they had, most would, and without difficulty. This was our excercize for class today. After we had told our dreams to a small group, Ivan made us share a positive life experience with about half of the class. This time, one person stood on one side of the room and shared the story to the class, who were all sitting on the other side of the room. The goal was to act (not Act) and have it feel as natural as when we shared our dreams. It was hard for me

When we got into the circle and Ivan asked us what we learned ...I don't remember what I said, but he responded with "why was it easier to talk about your dreams?" and I answered with "well we didn't know we were acting"

I felt really stupid. We weren't acting. That was the point. I'm not sure acting is even a real thing. I think it's more of a group insanity that everyone could be a part of or identify.

Also, in the scene I'm doing with Fred, I get really angry and call him a baboon f*ck. Made my day.

Whoops

Tech Journal
1/25/11

I've missed a day or two with my journaling. We met in the shop today, and it was kind of like, herereadysetgo. And then we were building things. Amy (hey girl hey) and I seem to work well together. We had no disastrous conflicts or problems. We were the last to finish because we were careful. And Amy forgot her sharpie so we had to wait to label everything.

Class was good, and I'm ready to do more.

So It Goes...

I haven't been posting for a few things because I've been trying to find out what exactly happened.

Roommate is MIA.

Everything he owned vanished.

His Facebook has been deleted.

His friends can't find him.

He hasn't answered his phone.

Marc came by today, (sans Jimmy) and was astounded to find half of my room barren and no Roommate. Apparently, Marc has had a deal with Roommate that he will sleep there every other day. But for my graciousness Marc would now be homeless.

Here's the timeline as best I can figure out:


12:00 am  Roommate, Marc, and Hunter come home. Marc and Hunter to spend the night.

1:00 am  Lights out, everyone settles down to sleep.


^^^^^^^^^^ ROOM FOR INTERPRETATION ^^^^^^^^^^^^^


7:30 am  I awaken from a terrible sleep brought on from the nerve gas

8:00 am  I leave the room intact, with all other parties still asleep

9:00 am  Marc awakens, and leaves sometime within the next half hour


^^^^^^^^^^ ROOM FOR INTERPRETATION ^^^^^^^^^^^^^

9:45 am  EVERYTHING IS F*CKING GONE ITS GONE MAN ITS GONE



I spent the better part of that day convinced I was Russell Crowe in A Beautiful Mind. That's pretty much the plot of the whole movie. He was imagining his roommate the whole damn time.

My friends were no help at all. In addition to encouraging the notion that I am schizophrenic, they offered a few more theories.


1. WITNESS PROTECTION. It explains the hasty exit and facebook deletion. The theory suggestor's father works/worked for the government (you didn't hear it from me) and she says if they want you out in 45 minutes THEY GET YOU OUT.

2. IT'S NOT BEAUTIFUL MIND IT'S FIGHT CLUB. I am my roommate. I have no recollection of my experiences as him ir his experiences as me. For some reason, I snapped out of it and suddenly, my 'roommate' was gone.

3. HAZEL DID IT. While not specifically named, my various personalities were implicated in this scenario. My suspicions instantly turned to the most dangerous and crafty of my personas. She's keeping it from me so there's no pressure when the popo come sniffing.






                           [I have no idea what happened...!]



4. HE JOINED A FRATERNITY. What is potentially the most likely. He does have many friends in fraternities, and that would also explain why I can't see his Facebook...but that would make him a dick. It does not however explain why Marc can't find him...unless Roommate is a BIG dick.

5. HE IS THE PRODUCT OF THE MOST ELUSIVE AND SOUGHT AFTER COUPLE IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE.





[That place was called Omaha, Nebraska. They had a son. His name...was Roommate]



Mystery solved.

It's Time to Face the Facts

It's time to divulge a secret:

I'm not funny.

I've often been told I'm funny, and I used to think so, until I noticed a few things.

The times during which I accept I am funny and the times during which I recieve compliments for even being funny overlap, often between the hours of 2 and 4 in the morning. It seems as though sleep deprivation is indeed a powerful drug. But then, we all knew that.

So I'll make this deal with you: I promise to only write my blog between the hours of 2 and 4 in the morning if and only if you promise only to read it between the hours of 2 and 4 in the morning.

Everyone wins!

What the Hell Guys

Okay so I logged in today, way later than usual, and the post about Roommate's friends has 11 (funny) and 13 (interesting) ratings. What is this. Marc? Jimmy? Is this your doing?

That post was not even meant to be funny.

It's a sad day when the not meant to be funny post gets people laughing more so than the entire rest of the blog.


without further ado:

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Acting Journal
1/21/11

Today's lessons were hard to do and even harder to understand. My body was also not cooperating like it was for other class periods. Today just felt wrong.

It's hard for me to not want to control a scene. I see what everyone else is doing, and then I think, "hey, I'll be different" which pretty much translates to "hey, look how good I am!" I realize now I need to work with my partner. A scene partner. Someone who is equally essential to the scene. I think at this point I need to focus on letting go, because I caught myself even a minute after the grand realization that I was planning my next move.

On the plus side, I felt like I did a great scene with Fred. He came in with an aggressive attitude, and I worked with that well. I had a feeling that I even believed myself. That's the feeling I want to capture; that's how I know I'm doing it right.

For My Own Safety

Some of Roommate's friends stopped by tonight... without him. They seemed pretty alright. They were a little loud upon entering, but I suppose that's what to expect with frat guys.

Hey, you asked for sarcasm.

So anyway they saw me blogging and asked to be mentioned. I'm doing so because I was alone and I fear them.

Here you have it! Your own post! Everyone say hi to Marc and ...Jimmy? I think it was Jimmy.


yeah, Jimmy...

Oh for Pete's sake

1/20/11
Tech Journal

It took me 5 minutes to realize that 201 would be my hardest class. Just something as simple as drafting a rectangle with some more rectangles inside was extremely difficult for me. I suppose it doesn't help that my parallel bar was broken; but then how was I supposed to know? I've never used one of those tables before.

Ed goes really fast and I can't always understand what he's saying, but I feel if I legitimately got lost and fell behind he would go back and come get me. It feels like he really wants us to learn.

This semester is going to kick my butt. I feel sorry for everyone that missed today's class. Good luck. Ha.

We're All Men Here

This morning Roommate and I had matching schedules, so we both got up at 7:30...ish. My acting teacher has demanded we wear sweatpants and loose fitting shirts to class so we can stretch properly.

Harsh.

In effect, he gave me a license that ensures I will never get dressed for school ever again.

I do keep at least decent hygene, so certain...aspects...of my garb did need changing. Roommate was also getting ready for the day, and just so happened to turn around as I was entering a lewd state.







               [pictured: what must have looked like my lewd state]
 



He quickly turned around and apologized, and I thought, "Why did you apologize? You should be thanking me!"


Roommate, we both live in this small (albeit bigger than everyone else's) room. We are going to see each other naked every once in a while. If we don't it means one of us isn't sleeping there or is invisible.







                   [Oh hi, Roommate! When did you get back? And why are you naked?]





But I suppose I need to thank Roommate for being a gracious, friendly person... unlike my previous one. We'll call him Jackhole.

The tale begins with a simple question, asked on the first day of staying in the dorms.

"Hey, do you, like, drink and stuff"

I responded with no, and Jackhole assured me that while he did indulge in the activities common to partying, he wouldn't let it affect me or the room.

Guess whaaaaaaatttt.

Fresh from summer vacation, my sleeping patterns were not as established as they could have been. But four in the morning is not even a real time. If I ever see the number 4 in the first spot on a digital clock, WE HAVE A PROBLEM. I was awoken by furious pounding. I slugged out of bed, oozed to the door, and opened it. There he was, in all his drunken stupor. He left his wallet and phone in some random kid's car. This would set the tone for the semester.

After what must have been 15 different whores girlfriends, many keyless and ths sleeples nights, and not paying for 3 months worth of room, he finally got his ass evicted. He left all ALL his crap in the room. For about a month, I was living the easy, no roommate life.

I came home one day and only most of his belongings were gone. Thankfully, he left boxes and boxes of trash and plastic bags lying around. How thoughtful. Glad to be rid of him, I searched for my cologne to freshen up before meeting friends for dinner.

Guess whaaaaaaatttt.



     [Not Pictured: Something that belongs to him]



My nice, $70 cologne my sister bought me for Christmas was gone. Stolen. It was a mostly full bottle. A MOSTLY FULL BOTTLE. I was not that terrible of a roommate to him that he had to leave like that. It was if he was saying,

"Haha bitch, now you can't be elegant!"


And it's true. I can't. Without my cologne, I feel like this:





                          [Pictured: the epitome of elegance]



I guess that's maybe something I should have seen coming from a convicted shoplifter. Jackhole.

Here's to a new semester, Roommate. I hope this semester brings good things for both of us, and that you don't find this blog. Ever. I will talk about you. Frequently.

Double Entendre

As some are aware, I am a student of the Theatre. As such, I am expected to do crazy things like put hard work into what I do. One of these works is to keep journals for both my Acting and Tech classes. I may just go ahead and keep these journals on this here blog.


Actually that's exactly what I'm going to do. I knew that before I even sat down to type this.

Joke's.

On.

You.

It's hard to keep humor out of my day to day things, (I am just so gosh darn funny all the gosh darn time) so you may (?) delight in what I have to say.

But it's probably going to be boring.


SO:

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1/19/11
Acting Journal Entry

I like the stretches we do to start off class. I really like the one in which I tuck my right foot under my left knee and then twist, and then Tony helps push me over and causes strange things to pop. It was both relaxing and mortifying. When Ian said I looked about another foot taller, I didn't believe him. When I looked in the mirror, I saw my back was straighter and my posture was better. Ususally, I have to try and sort of puff up my chest and force my shoulders back, which does indeed look awkward.

However it wasn't long after we stopped stretching that my body was like,

"Well that was fun. Hrrrnngh!!"

Then it rolled up into a tiny, unrelaxed ball, which was the same way I brought it to class.




                          [my body during workout stretches]




                   [my body before and after workout stretches]



I want to keep doing this. It feels good, and hopefully I can eventually condition the nice, folded laundry body to become natural.

Just Kidding!

It took me all of thirty minutes to realize that Blogger is not only easier to use, but it doesn't impede on my creative process like Wordpress. Howdy, Grantley indeed. It also seems to let me design my pages, which is just simply the bee's knees.

The previous post was a repost from the -wait for it- now inactive Wordpress blog. I am fickle.

Salutations

Why, yes, just stating salutations is in fact a proper greeting. How impolite of you to doubt me.

This appears to be my first post of my first blog. I say appears because it is entirely possible that I sleep blog on another site. Probably Blogger. It is also possible one of my other personalities has one and won’t tell me about it. Yeah. That’s totally something Bubbe Hazel would do.



                             [Pictured: the face of deception]



Anyway, as I was making this blog, I noticed a few key things. The box I needed to check to  make this was not called I agree to the Terms and Service, but instead the box was oh so cleverly titled Legal Flotsam, and I thought, thank you. Thank you, WordPress, for not holding me to the unrealistic expectations of other companies. Like Apple. You know what I’m talking about.

As I continued on my way to blogdom, I grew concerned. The Login says Howdy, Grant and the default first post was called Hello World! How DARE  you, WordPress, it is in fact my job MY JOB to be clever. Get away with your cutesy wootsey language and your pretentious face. My job.

So pretty much every post will be like this, not really entertaining. I’m hoping to get a rating of “slightly amusing” and maybe some of you will make this your homepage so it doesn’t take any work to get here. Because I know you, dear target demographic. I know the astounding levels of laziness for which you strive.


Hugs,
Grantley