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Wednesday, October 29, 2003

People call me Jen a lot here...that seems so weird to me. Jens, to me, are people that are tall, slender, and serious...not an eternal twelve year old like myself. It makes me wonder if people take me too seriously here. I'm a very sarcastic kind of person in social situations. One on one, I'm genuine and open, but in groups I'd rather be witty and play mild mind games. Maybe I am a mental Jen now...I don't know how I feel about that. Jen...that reminds me of the Dark Crystal...awe...memories...mmmm...

If skin could become porcelain, I think I'd be there...I am so pale...I wonder if one could eventually end up transparent. The thought makes me shudder.

The leaves on my favorite tree have finally started falling. Somehow it's strangely comforting to look out the window and see such a beautiful piece of nature. It keeps my mind company...I could study it for hours. Now it has become a sort of hourglass...I imagine that the leaves will all be gone by this weekend, and in their place will be three people I care about dearly. It's more than a fair trade.

Stagecraft test=breeeeeze...I think I should get a few points for my creative bonus question answers...Go that!

I miss the riverfront. Yes, it is full of muck, radioactive boots, ectoplasm, etc...but it's wonderful. So many good times there. Talking with Rach, adventures in Newburgh, chatting with Christopher and Elliot, the time Logan and I got assaulted by Casino Aztar drunks, Fourth of July, post-bowling night with the die hards, Chase buying Melissa and I flowers, getting our junior prom picnic rained out...oh life...take me down to the paradise city where the water is green and the air is filthy...oh won't you please take me hoooome. Thank you...I'll be here all week. Unfortunately. Tip your waitress!

Spent am I.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 10:23 AM

Tuesday, October 28, 2003

So...I'm posting way too much today. Who cares? It's my blog!! MUAHAHAHAHA!

That was slightly evil...that side doesn't come out too often. Only when I'm yelling at people at Allison's parties...sorry about that Allison. I don't mean to most of the time.

Talking to Aaron and listening to Eric Whitacre...how could life get better? Oh yah...if he were here! Only 3 days! And only two till Rach and Steph come!! I'm going to be completely spoiled this weekend...and I LOVE it!

Okay, this is me going to brush my teeth and go to bed so that I can wake up uber early and write this paper I'm ignoring. YAY! Night all! Have a lovely Wednesday!!!!
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 10:50 PM

Thank you, Crankyankers for making me laugh...oh today...how random you are!
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 9:14 PM

I need to go to Walmart. I am so peeved right now. There are things in my life that are absolutely, 100% necessary in my life that I do not have right now. Remember how Jeremey was supposed to go there with me? Well, I go to this thing for Spectrum with him, get treated like a lesbian for an hour(which, hey, I have no problem with them, but I'm not one...so, no thanks), go to the Atrium because Jeremey's hungry(though I wanted to go to Walmart right then and eat later, but he assures me he'll find us a ride later), so then it's 9:00...we have no ride because none of his friends will take us or won't call back...and the last bus to Walmart passes as we're leaving. This pisses me off. I hate to be that blunt, but there's no point in lying to myself or to whomever reads this. I mean, it shouldn't be that hard to get a ride, right? Except that I should have skipped the whole being Spectrum ridiculousness and gone where I wanted to. I figured I do something for him, he finds a ride. There are so many times that I go out on a limb for someone and the limb doesn't break naturally...no...that very person takes a saw and cuts it. ARGH!!! I just want to go to Walmart...

Happier things...the weekend is a day closer!! I'm living for that right now...really...no, this week hasn't been awful...it hasn't been devastating... far worse things have happened. I guess I'm just so ready for the awesomeness that is up ahead that I'm getting frustrated with the nonsense. Must stop this train of thought.

It rained today...I love the rain...







posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 9:01 PM

Our new RA is awesome...she's completely making a huge effort to reach out to us and make us all super comfortable. Go that!

Ragtime videos are in! Hurrah!!!

So, I was invited to join Sigma Kappa...which I would love to do if I weren't leaving next semester. Bummer...those girls are awesome!

Let's talk about the epitomy of my smoothness! I was dusting the top of my desk this weekend to get the room purdy for Jen's family to visit, which requires the use of a chair. This situation is just way too tempting for my clumsiness to not take advantage of...guess who busted her chin? That's right...me...and it's not healing. What the heck?

So, I'm going to this thing called the Closet of Oppression tonight with Jeremey...this could be interesting! Well, he's going to Walmart with me now...muahaha. He's stuck now!

More to come later...must get ready now for the oppression. Byeeee!
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 5:26 PM

Monday, October 27, 2003

It's getting so cold up here. People are wandering the halls wrapped up in blankets, and it's not even November yet! This is a very bad sign.

Turn left at the sailboat...woah.

I cannot WAIT until this weekend. Today feels like Wednesday already...does that mean by the time the weekend really gets here, it will feel like it's been three weeks? My goodness...I hope not!!

Heidi tickets go on sale tomorrow! Lemme know if you need some. They'll go fast! Nov 12-16. Show times are 8:00 Wed-Sat and there are 2:30 matinees on Saturday and Sunday. Tickets are four dollars.

Got a 94 on my script analysis midterm...go that, right? Hurrah! Didn't do so hot in Kate's class...A-...whatevah. Got a nice grade on the German midterm as well...still waiting for the math results.

Tomorrow, Amy and I shall venture to the plasma bank and donate...we are broker than broke. This is a sad state to be in. Maybe not...she had a bad night, and I have beaucoup homework to do. We're going on Thursday now. Whatever works.

Have I mentioned how excited I am for this weekend!?!?

Ha...you know those online alerts that let you know when someone is online...well...they're really loud if you're listening to music on headphones...I'm not kidding, I just jumped so ridiculously high...it was like Texas Chainsaw Massacre all over again. Laura's such a good sport for putting up with me that night!! YAY!

I think I'm done today...not much happened...I'm tired...going to bed now.



posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 10:13 PM

Sunday, October 26, 2003

Monday again??? What the heck...a weekly poster?? Never...I'll be better this week. With all of those midterms out of the way, all should be fine.

My parents are definitely back from Africa and are perfectly healthy! I got to see them this weekend and spend some quality time with them watching the A bands. Though they drive me nuts sometimes, they are just awesome friends and parents. And they have great taste in jewelry...wow...I'm such a lucky person.

Eric and Stacia=yay!! That's all I have to say about that...except...that...I'm going to be an aunt! Someday! No time soon, please!

God bless rainy days. They're a gift that helps me make it through.

Got to see the Rachler and several others. Also Mr. Minnis/Phil...so weird. How do you call your teachers by their first names? This takes some getting used to. I miss the long car rides to Castle with Rachel. And the night we stayed out till we could safely go home and convince our parents we'd stayed at Melissa's. Walmart, IHOP, and the riverfront...who knew how much fun they hold? And our energy drink obsession...wow...we had some good times.

"Sunday morning... rain is falling...steal some cover...share some skin..." (Maroon 5) I cannot wait until this weekend!!!! An endless wait...

So, my script analysis group is pretty much a waste of oxygen. Only 3 of us actually worked on it out of 7. Pretty sketchy. Well, that's fine. Guess they'll all have to fail then! How about that? Dun dun dun...play by the rules next time.

I absolutely adore the song October by Eric Whitacre. If you can find it, download it...I mean...buy a copy of it. Yah...anyway. It really expresses how I feel about this month, which may be the best one of my life thus far.

Well...It's about time to get some Zs. I will rant more later...enjoy your weeks, kiddos!
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 11:54 PM

Monday, October 20, 2003

Monday! Already! So, I didn't have my journal done this morning when Kate picked them up. I hope there's not a massive penalty for the lateness of those. If I hadn't been up all week working on her GOTE sheet, I'm sure things would've gotten done. Yah right.

Met with my script analysis group. Five of seven showed up, and only two of us had read the play. This is not a good start. Bah humbug.

I prefer honey mustard to cheddar pretzels. Just so you know. I'd much rather have real mustard pretzels though. They don't sell those in these parts.

The room is a mess...I'm cleaning tonight. Sick. I'm also starting to gradually pack things back up. I cannot wait to get out of here. I talked to Kate today, and they cannot put me on academic probation for not auditioning if I won't be here next semester! Whoohoo! That means I have all of Friday to myself! Wunderbar!

Random Fortune Cookie: "Everybody is ignorant, only on different subjects."

My heart is aglow... let's bring back an oldie, but a goodie:
The Art of Flumping
Flump(n)- The ancient art of flumping is a rare practice in truly elated human beings in civilized lands more often than not. A genuine flump, though used here as a noun, is more often used as a verb. When one flumps, this consists of an initial blood rush to the head, followed by one's body collapsing upon themselves or other solid objects, creating the "flump" sound of which it is named for. Flumps are often preceded by butterflies in the stomach region and followed by the flumpee's heart jumping into their mouth. The stimulus of the flump is not scientifically known or proven yet, but the eldest practitioners of the art have claimed for many years that a flump is triggered only when one has reached an Eutopia of the heart.

Get tickets today...don't forget...ach. If I could forget more things, it'd be amazing. I'm trying really hard!! The ID card is going to be holepunched and put on the keychain I believe...sounds like a good idear. There! Did it! No more losing it!

I love Blessid Union of Souls...I cannot WAIT for them to be here. I still have no tickets and I don't know who's going to go with me, but those are all petty details!

YAY! That's how I feel. Thank you.

posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 10:10 AM

Sunday, October 19, 2003

Quote of the day:
" Do you need to swipe a card for this too??" - Caitlin inquiring about the drinking fountain and commenting on the stupidity of our ID cards.

What an adventure. Twas not a feat nor a journey, but most definitely an adventure. We almost died on the way home...whoo! That was leaning towards the feat side of things, but all in all...I'd say an adventure is more appropriate.

Muahahaha...that's all I have to say.

Be a graceful drunkard. Please. Thank you.

Didn't get to see Blue Window...it was sold out. That really saddened me! I'm going to have to see it Wednesday now. Cait trimmed my hair! No dead ends! What a life saver!

That is all for now...
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 12:06 PM

Friday, October 17, 2003

Well...Friday! What a wonderful day you are! I took my script analysis midterm this morning at 8 oclock after cramming for a total of 6 hours...wow. It helped though! Got a 90!! Eat that Michael. I guess this is sort of proof that he isn't as awful of a teacher as I thought. Let's try for some logical thought process next time though.

Caitlin's coming! Caitlin's coming!! Whoo!!! We're going to watch Blue Window tonight. My roommate tells me it made her cry...that's a feat...so I'm excited! The cast seems like a powerhouse lineup. I can't wait! Then tomorrow on to Terre Haute for regionals...Go Marching Titans! I heart you! Then to Allimac's for some partaying. Then home on Sunday to face reality and read Hedda Gabler. Hurrah for Ibsen! Then meeting with my project group that evening. I'm so out of there as soon as possible...the self-appointed leader drives me nuts. Seriously though, I cannot wait to see her! Yay for a bit of home!

What else? I have a German midterm today...can't really fake my way through that one. I fully intend on studying...in a minute.

Must go to Lucina today and get my transcripts sent...most go to bank so as to have funds...must have a fun weekend! You too, ya hear? I would say drink and be merry, but then some of you might actually do that and something awful would happen and I'd feel awful. So...be merry!

Andy and Romina are getting remarried again today...huh...strange concept, right? Mmmkay, just checking. Anyway, I'm sure it'll be lovely and I hope they make lots of memories to cherrish for years to come.

Oh, the Rascal Flats have become a part of my list with Willie Nelson as people that shouldn't show up so early for their concerts to complicate my routine walking patterns. Thank you...oh, and blocking McGalliard with your three tour busses and two semis was rather unnecessary, but it strangely reminded me of my favorite marching band!

Have a great weekend all! Love every moment!
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 12:03 PM

Thursday, October 16, 2003

And HURRAH! Today started out so awfully...awfully...is that a word? It is now. I christen thee awfully. ANYWAY, today was not good in the beginning. Let's just say I would've cried if it wasn't so ridiculously bad that I had to laugh at it. And then ya pray. That's all there's left to do right. Just lay it all out in front of Him, because he obviously knows way more about the way things should go. And guess what? HE DOES! How about that!!! It's all fixed! My binder was discovered and returned...thank goodness! My meeting with Kate went well. My monologue is a thousand times better. I found my voice...how grand! Awe...got to talk with someone wonderful! "Oof!" Eric called as well...not that he's not wonderful, but talking reminded me of that...nevermind. The Princess Bride brightened the night...wow...five people left encouraging messages that I just needed today. Thanks so much guys! You rock my socks off! Well, I must go study now. 8:00 a.m. midterm for Script Analysis. Yay Michael...or not. Ha! Anyway...I'm going to do that! Really! I mean...right now! Really...umm...okay. NIGHT!
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 10:54 PM

Wednesday, October 15, 2003

And after that absurd post...badump ching...here comes the real day.

Rain makes people go to extremes. There's no medium paced walking on rainy days. Either people are completely lethargic or ultra fast walkers. It's kind of like one of those time in motion cinemetography effects where you see a flower or something bloom quickly, but the world around it is flying by it even more so...it's weird. Anyway!

I did some of my paper. I read. I watched old shows. I read some more.

Highlight of the day:
Strange old man calling to randomly poll me. HA! How ridiculous could that have gotten? Seriously, everything associated with college kid stereotypes was covered. Think drugs, sex, and rock and roll, kids. It started out so innocent. How many hours do you: watch TV, listen to music, read, sleep, daydream(he was disgusted that I estimated 3 hours of daydreaming). Then he moved on to politics. Am I a liberal or conservative? Did I vote in the last election? Why not? Now let's get to the juicy stuff. I'm not kidding you, it was ridiculous...drugs, sex, alcohol, church attendance, cigarettes, self esteem, relationships with parents, friends, significant others, males, females, marajuana...What would I change about myself? What would I change about my relationships? Wow...what a trip...dirty old man...no, just kidding. It was for a Gallop poll, which is pretty well established. I've never been randomly chosen. Why do people always need reasons. That's right, Cassie...don't think...it makes it so much easier! HA!

Anyway...I got stood up tonight AGAIN. What is it with people here and not showing up to scheduled appointments? I'm not kidding you. My scene partner just didn't show up, so I read the show myself. How ridiculous.

M-I-S-S miss you much....thanks Janet. Beautifully stated.

Let me think...something cool happened today I think...oh! In stagecraft, I got to paint the HUGE Texas flag drop with Jen and Whitney for Whorehouse! That was so much fun. I don't think it was the fumes either! Whooo!! Stagecraft saves the week for me...if I stay in this business, I'm going to have to pick up a tech major too. That's such fulfilling work.

Anywho. Time for sleep!

I'll be dreaming always, awake or sleeping.

posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 12:34 AM

Tuesday, October 14, 2003

Presently reading Footfalls by Samuel Beckett...notes:

Absurd- out of harmony(musical context); out of harmony with reason or propriety; incongruous, unreasonable, illogical.

Absurd is that which is devoid of purpose...cut off from his religious, metaphysical, and transcendental roots, man is lost; all his actions become senseless, ansurd, useless. This was somewhat of a commentary on the masking of a decline of religious faith up until the Second World War by the substitue religions of faith in progress, nationalism, and carious totalitarian fallacies.

Beckett stripped his piece of nonessentials like color, movement, music, and scenery. The illuminated space grows smaller and all we hear are sounds of voices and footfalls. Our questions about this drama, as about life, prove endless and go unanswered. Beckett slowly builds an image of life as sound in motion. The aging woman is split into perceived and pervceiver...speaker and the spoken to. She changes through time from moment to moment as she paces about. With death comes the only release from routine and disappointment.

Absurdists turned away from socio-ecomnomic and political concerns in an apocalyptic cision of humanity caught up in a senseless, futile, and oppresive existence. They called their vision absurd. THey did not debate moral issues, but rather presented an absurd universe by using concrete stage images and language emptied of meaning. Beckett's plays present the world as a terminal "void" and humanity's place in it as purposeless. We are born, we die, and in between we exist. The plays condense life's absurdness into remarkable images of existence in thie coid. The actor's presence effectively becomes the play.

So, not the happiest way to look at things, but I found the concept very interesting.

That is all...I promise.

I MUST write my paper tonight. My monologue goes up tomorrow. I dread this.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 7:18 PM

Monday, October 13, 2003

Home, home, home, home, home! That's all I have to say. How happy that word is to my heart. It takes up residence in a comfy corner...the lower right corner. It warms me on these cold Muncie days.

Chastastical? Excuse me? Do these people know Chasta? Where is she? Is she better? Does she still have my garments and CDs? I'd like those back. Damn.

This is incredible, starving, insatiable...

Today has been a day full of thoughts.
Just fragments.
The beginnings of poems,
songs,
stories...
life?
I try to capture them as they flutter before my mind's eye.
My butterfly net ready to snag them as they flee.
Their fate laying in my hands...
my coordination.
What will I choose to do with them.
Will I take care of them?
Pin their wings down to paper with lines of ink
never to take notice of them again?
How can I keep them and let them grow at the same time?
My butterfly farm of thoughts.
A cocoon of myself.

Strange am I.

Leah, here's something happy for you. :) Today my group in script analysis got the high score. 89! That's good for Michael!

I wonder why grades matter so much to certain people. Like me. Ha! Why do I need to make As? Why does it bother me so much to not have an A. Perhaps that's a psychological issue. Perhaps I'm a perfectionist. Perhaps I overanalyze things. Ha, again!

I'm going to have to rebuild my bank account with plasma. Oy...I hate that thought. Better get used to it, right? Jen's going Thursday...I want to. If I only had a car.

Here am I, looking for an apartment...I feel so old sometimes. I hate running into kids I babysat. It's that sense of mortality that gets to me. I'm going to try not to look at life so deeply from now on, I think. It's kind of a downer. Not really sad or depressing, but it takes the enjoyment out of things just happening. Who says there always has to be a reason?

Something is happening to the construction of my sentences. I find myself ending up with perfectly English sentences with awkward(said with a Cleveland accent) verb placements and such. See? Happening it is again young Jedi. Thank you, Yoda.

This is my life. This is typical. My life = typical. I'm so sorry girls.

I have a mound of homework to do. Get out the climbing gear. I will conquer this. Midterms begin this week. WHAT? I'm living in some strange parallel universe. Have I really been here 8 weeks. This is weird.

I will not be defined... Colored museum. Main idea: redemption. identity+pain+rage. When we come to terms with our pain and rage, our identity changes.

But watching stars without you, my soul cries...
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 4:53 PM

Friday, October 10, 2003

What if God was one of us? Would he dislike script analysis as much as I? Happy Birthday, Michael. "Alright, Forest."- Scorpion to Dr. O'Hara

Talked to Cari today...awe...miss that gal. I'm glad she's doing well in Virginia. Thanksgiving isn't that far away, is it? Matthew is coming home with her...how absolutely wonderful is that? I bet that means she'll spend Christmas break in Florida. Wow.

Today has been rather uneventful. Memorized lines. Read Colored Museum, which I highly recommend. Studied German. Went to Wendy's with Rie...good times, great Frosties. What a blah day.

Sometimes I wonder if my follies make me more endearing. My forgetfulness, inability to be on time, ADD, clumsiness, among several other things. Sometimes I feel like that detective on the Pink Panther. He's so intense and intimidating. "Let's look at the evidence." The detective threateningly walks his way across the study and leans on the globe which sends both he and the world crashing to the ground. Hmm...I hate looking dumb, but I do so much goofy stuff. You'd think I'd be used to it by now.

Let me once again mention how greatful I am to Dane for the lending of his car and making me able to enjoy my weekend. I'm forever indebted to you.

Reminder today: Forest Gump impersonations...what a great movie!

I'm going shopping at Plato's Closet as soon as I get home. None of ma bleu jeans fit anymore...which is a good thing! Go health and wellness dorms and being four floors up.

I'm jamming to Simon and Garfunkel as of now...getting in the mood for Becky and Debbie. Somehow I doubt Debbie would listen to them...oh well.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 5:09 PM

Learned how to Polka yesterday. Thanks crew girl!

das Stachelschwein could very well be my favorite German word so far...

I need to tape my keys to my body. I'm tired of having to wake up early to find them so I can get to class on time.

Tonight I have rehearsal from 6-9. From there, Jeremey and I shall go on our journey and traverse the highways and byways. Tomorrow morn we shall arrive home. Again...Dane is a lifesaver!!

Ha...I think you should all know that Angelfire is amazing for this:
Great, now you've gone and done it. You've broken the Internet. Way to go! Actually, we couldn't find the page you requested. Please check the URL.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 7:54 AM

Sometimes things go all wrong...don't wallow in them. Instead think of the possibilities to make it all right. Ex: Ride flakes out on Jeremey and I. I search for another ride. No one's going home...okay...fine. Look up Greyhound possibilities...nope...only bus leaves Sat at 7pm and arrives Sun at 6:30. Look up rental cars. Need a credit card to back up a debit card. Nope. This is where I get desparate and spill to Dane my issues because he has a habit of making me laugh at things even if they don't get better. And glory be! He practically says "Oh, no problem! Take my car!!" Wow, what a complete blessing. I'm going to have to figure out a way to thank him enough for getting me home! I'm not sure if it's possible. I need a slice of home again. I got spoiled last weekend.

Burgdorf says:
Due to the large increase in the world's population, everyone's "fifteen minutes of fame" will now be reduced to fifteen seconds....thirty if you're lucky. You can thank China. Thank you and have a wonderful evening.

Crack me up, my friend. Going to pack!!! WHOO!! Home!!
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 7:16 AM

Thursday, October 09, 2003

Quotes of the day:
"That is a purely caucazoid response."- Stephen from Math Applications class on plus-sized women

"I don't know why. They just did."- "Dr. Barton on the idiots that wrote our Math Applications books

No rehearsal tonight. Campus Crusaders at 9:15...hurrah Thursday!

Todays reading: Nietzsche's Human, All Too Human. Pgs ix-11
Notes(disclaimer: these are not necessarily my beliefs, just concepts that popped out at me):
...women are more personal than objective...
...good marriage is based on ability to converse...
...marriage and life of the free spirit are incompatible...
...war is at the cost of a nation's finest and promising of a nation's youth...
...cannot feel love and respect for someone at the same time...
...he wanders about savagely with an unsatisfied lust; his booty must atone for the gangerous tension of his pride; he rips apart what attracts him...
...spirit might lose itself on its own paths and fall in love and stay put, intoxicated, in some nook...



posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 6:12 PM

1/2 of the freshman 15 = gone! Ha...I feel so accomplished!!


posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 8:54 AM

We love you Conrad. Oh, yes we do. We love you Conrad, and we'll be true. When you're not near us, we're blue. Oh, Conrad, we love you.

Rehearsal went well. Debbie is more fun than Becky. Who woulda thunk it?

There are times when I stare at the picture too closely, and it's just a bunch of dots. I thank all of those who encourage me and step back to look at the masterpiece.

Daniel...awe...so good to talk to that fellow.

Hurrah for coming home again to see all the people I didn't see last weekend that I really wanted to! Whooo!! Good times...such a rebel.

I want to leeeeearn...augh. Got two books at the library today. Human, All Too Human- I'm liking it so far- and Religions of the World. I've found another cool book I want to look into as well called Games people play : the psychology of human relationships. Also, I'm interested in Integrating psychology and spirituality, Psychology, psychotherapy, psychoanalysis, and the politics of human relationships, and The social psychology of personal relationships. This may be a phase...we'll see.

I'd also like to learn more about feminists. I just don't get it? I'm supposed to read Backlash for the show...maybe that'll satiate that desire.

I want to learn more about things like astrology, astronomy, palm reading...all kinds of crazy things. What's gotten into me lately...so hungry for knowledge.

Hungry in general too. There was no time for eating today.

Going to sleep...mmm...night.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 1:13 AM

Wednesday, October 08, 2003

Sea Turtles, Freudian theories on perception...awe...I hope the reminders never end.

Mom and Dad just called. They're at the airport and gearing up to leave for Africa. This is something that really scares me. I'm trying to stay upbeat and positive about it all, but there are so many risks. I feel like a mom. I'll try to stop.

Melissa! Ha :) There you go. You're very much a part of subtext even if you don't realize it.

Quote of the morning:
"You still gotta breathe or you'll die."- Kate's philosophy on colds affecting breath.

Entertain (enter=go in+ tain=tenoir=to hold)...that puts a whole new meaning on the phrase "Let me entertain you."

DJ Lex and Peter had best not let me down. Money would be nice, but an A in German would be grand. Alex opened for Wu Tang Clan this weekend twice. How awesome is that?

The other day I realized I had done one of my own pet peeves while writing. Isn't that awful? I kept writing it's when it was just its. No contraction. Augh.

This is my attention span today - <----that right there. So much on my mind. I want to get it all out. It's clogging the writing too...and this weekend I thought I had my muse back. Stop expecting.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 4:39 PM

Brown denotes worldliness, practicality, domestic and physical comfort, conservatism, and a materialistic character. Brown also represents the ground and earth.


Blue represents truth, wisdom, heaven, eternity, devotion, tranquility, loyalty and openness. The presence of this color in your dream, may symbolize your spiritual guide and your optimism of the future. You have clarity of mind.

Depending on the context of your dream, the color blue may also be a metaphor of "being blue" and feeling sad.


Gray indicates fear, fright, depression, ill health, ambivalence and confusion. You may feel emotionally distant or detached.


White represents purity, perfection, peace, innocence, dignity, cleanliness, awareness, and new beginnings. You may be experiencing a reawakening or have a fresh outlook on life. However, in Eastern cultures, white is associated with death and mourning.

Dream where colors replaced words...weird.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 8:41 AM

Tuesday, October 07, 2003

Gummi worms, fatigues...everywhere I go. You haunt me.

Quotes from rehearsal:
"It's what I do instead of killing people."- Kate on why she cusses
"Stay home. Bake bread."- Kate on how the comeback of breadmakers repressed women

I've decided I will never be able to be a feminist. I'm more of a humanist. Alright...next!

I love home...take me home...where'd I put those flipping ruby slippers?
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 10:04 PM

Oh blog...I've missed you so.

I hung up this weekend. Minimal net access in order to enjoy my time home with people that mean beaucoup to me. Next weekend I may try to venture home to see all those in the Ville and Burgh that I couldn't fit into the weekend.

Twas the best weekend of my life. I've started writing again...I've started feeling again...I've started believing again.

I'm not nearly as good of a friend to Rachel as she is to me. I need to work on that from now on. I think I started expecting instead of living our frienship. Bad me. It shall be changed.

Back in Muncie. Last day of break spent here...what a complete bust.

I miss sleepy smiles and tender sighs.

Heidi resumes tonight pour moi. Yikes. Hope lines aren't to be memorized...I'm so not into this show anymore. I'm so not into a lot of things anymore. I'm into experiencing my own life instead of other people's on stage. Is that bad?

I'm coming home. Taking a breather from the decision making process. Thanks to Mr. Hoover and Mr. Tyner. They are my angels.

Matt...ha...Mr. Hart...Matt. What to call him? Anyway(no "s" on the end, thanks), talked to that critter for a few hours while home. Forgiveness is better than revenge my friends. And it's possible to forgive anything.

There are just certain things that might require a good forking (Steph!) before the forgiveness can begin. I'm only 5 foot. Sometimes it's hard to be the bigger person.

Going to rehearsal. More later, my friends.

Apple cider...yum
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 5:43 PM

Saturday, October 04, 2003

How wonderful life is now you're in the world.

Even simplyinstrumental.com has a blog...this thing is spreading like the common cold...woah.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 9:10 AM

Thursday, October 02, 2003

Words...so beautiful when put to the right use.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 11:50 PM

I've officially lost 1/3 of the freshman 15...wahoo!!!

Ran into Kyle Herrington the other night...that was interesting.

Laura and Andrea and I got dinner last night...mmm...

ONE DAY! Gotta pack

Got a Mr. Minnis-face email that just made my day.

The joy you bring to my heart bursts at the seams of my lips. (The anatomy of a smile)
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 11:47 AM