Now which one would you decide, I wonder?


Nudists Demand Time in the Sun

The Issue

A loose coalition of sartorially-challenged individuals known as "Let It All Hang Out" has called on the government to relax public nudity laws.

The Debate

1. "For too long, our bodies have been trapped in these prisons of cotton and polyester!" yelled protester Roxanne McAlpin, while apparently developing a nasty case of sunburn. "We must repeal the puritanical laws that make public nudity a crime. My body--my choice to dangle!"
   
   
   
2. "I agree," mused sociology professor Larry Johnson. "But I don't think the protestors are going far enough. Public nudity shouldn't be an option: it should be compulsory. Nudity is highly liberating. And it would put that disgusting "Hooters" out of business once and for all."
   
   
   
3. "Whoa, whoa," says noted accountant Thomas Falopian. "Are these people serious? The last thing I want to see when I'm out for a coffee is some lumbering, over-weight nudist coming down the sidewalk toward me. If people want to get naked, they can do it in the privacy of their own homes. Think of the children!"
   
   

Snow. Glorious, wonderful, fluffy, melt on your tongue, oh so cold and delicious.

How I long for thee.

Then maybe the moth eggs in my christmas tree would hatch and bring forth pretty little moose. mooses. moosi.  That everyone can cuddle and love.

meese. meeses. meesi. moose.

When I grow up, I wanna hitch a ride on wallaby and fly to some far away country where'd I'd be forced to change my name to something exotic and raise mild tempered goats on Fridays. Grate cottage cheese on Thursdays. Watch clouds go by on Mondays. Sell small trinkets to passersby on Tuesdays. Enjoy LOST on Wednesdays. Read on Saturdays. And pretend that the troublsome Sunday does not exist, since I cannot think of any more witty things to say.

moosey. mooseys. moossii. meese.

Christmas is coming.

Huzzah.

Your homework for today is to find the words that rhyme with the following:

venn diagram
data
quebec
nova scotia
ontario
pictograph

What the f, man.

Matthew and I have been working on his spelling homework for the past 5 minutes, which isn't very long but come on! We're rhyming!

So far we have mario for Ontario, and matthew keeps insisting on using ate for data, to which I respond with a laughing shout of "No!"

I have come to two conclusions:

A. 4th grade teachers suck.
and
B. any word you try to rhyme with data will turn you into a new yorker

Should my 9 year old brother become the first ever new yorker to ever roam the halls of San Marco Elementary school of the let's ban rhyming forever? Yes. Yes he should.

Now he's attacking me with his sock. His quite dirty sock.

We get along fine.

Today I:

handed in a paper

got caught up in my readings

met up with a long lost friend

stabbed a guy in the crotch with a christmas tree.

By accident.

He was nice.

Dear Lost:

Please get rid of the two new characters that you just threw on beach. They're annoying and don't make sense. I mean, who ARE they? They just popped out of nowhere and started yelling at Hurley for no reason. Nowe he's playing golf and she's gasping i the next episode? What the hell??

By the way: Great episode.

-your biggest fan ever



Oh and: damn you Nina. You hust HAD to make me approach the actress girl who I was clearly shaking my fist at. Oh I preform in musical theatre! I can sing! I can dance! I'm in drama 200! Look at me! *smack*

um‧brel‧la [uhm-brel-uh]
noun
1. a light, small, portable, usually circular cover for protection from rain.

Lies.

All lies. I'm completely drenched. My pants are soaked, my socks don't feel so socky, my jacket is dripping, and my hair is sticking to my unhappy wet face.

Do I hate rain? No, of course not. My anger isn't directed to the water that is condensed from the aqueous vapor in the atmosphere and falls to earth in drops more than 1/50 in. (0.5 mm)in diameter. No. It's the umbrella I despise. See, we live under the pretense that it will keep us dry. It's raining outside? Hang on, I'll grab my umbrella. Construction workers dumping buckfulls of water onto the streets? Not to worry, I've got my trusty umbrella. Cars splashing minature waves of death as they speed madly down the road? I'll be dry. I have my umbrella.

Well now my world is shattered, my clothes are sopping, and my umbrella is lightly toasting in my oven. At least that's where it would be if my father didn't insist I let the umbrella dry by the door.

Excuse me while I tip my head back and force down copious amounts of alchohol and several illegal substances down my rather dry throat. Gulp. Swallow.

End rant.

http://mftm.blogspot.com/2006/10/blood-diamond-2006-trailer.html

Djimon Hounsou

Someone tell me how to pronounce this man's name so I can worship him properly.

Oh and, here's some paul bettany fun:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=KDVYSb6x5_E

And it's that time again folks. LOST TIME!!!!!

Episode 49, A Tale of Two Cities: a Jack centric episode.

Jack, Kate, and Sawyer are held in unique circumstances by the mysterious "Others" as they are now prisoners in their camp. Meanwhile, back on the beach, a struggle for leadership and direction begins as Hurley makes his way back home with bad news about the other members being captured. Lastly, flashbacks reveal more about Jack's past with his father and Sarah.

Apparantly, Henry Ian Cusick is now officially listed as one of the main characters. Wel, huh. Desmond lives.


Episode 50 The Glass Ballerina: a Sun/Jin centric episode

Sun and Jin's lives are put into danger when Sayid decides locate Jack. Meanwhile, Henry gives Jack an offer that is very tempting. Lastly, Kate and Sawyer work and adjust to harsh conditions that they are being forced under by "The Others."

p.s. the baby is not black. John!


Episode 51 Further instructions:  a Locke  centric episode

The result of the hatch from the implosion is revealed, as well as it's occupants, Mr. Eko, Desmond and Locke. Meanwhile, Claire is stunned to see Paulo and Nikki (guest star Kiele Sanchez) having sex in Jack's tent. Also, Hurley talks in full detail to the other camp people about what happened when being captured by the "Others." Lastly, flashbacks reveal more of Locke's past as well as a semi-dream fantasy and coming to terms on what he did to Boone (guest star Ian Somerhalder) that got him killed.

BOONE RETURNS!!!!!!


Episode 52 Every man for himself" a Sawyer centric  episode.

*le swoon*


Episode 53 The Cost of Living:  an Eko centric episode

Ew.  Eko.

Please.

Why must pants be painted on?

That was a time when silence was some sort of friend.

And I start thinking things then, staring at that white sky right above me, and I want for something altogether different.
 And that's when I hear him.

And all the sights that we could see, they go invisible when we hear each others cries.

What's the color of love, Pig?
What sort of love, love?
Dunno. But you know the way, things they got a color. I wonder what the color of love is.
Jesus, Runt. You could read a thousand think books and never know the answer to that quiz.
It'd be a good one to know, hey?
It'd be brilliant, Runt. It's here somewhere.

IT'S BLUE.

Like the big blue there. All that water, eh.  And it's all yours pal.

ALL THAT WATER.

I want to walk into the sea and never come back. I want the tide to take me out of me and give me someone different. Maybe for a half hour or so. That would be good, wouldn't it, Pig?
Say again?
Just for a try, you know?
Jesus, Runt, that would be impossible. "A half hour", fuck.

I'D BE SOMEONE ELSE. AND I'D WANT FOR SOMETHING DIFFERENT, LIKE

a huge spaceship rocket,  love. I'd take it up to the cosmo of shining stars, all twinkle twinkle.  And I'd sit in my saucer, and I'd have a good look down on the big, big blue. And there'd be a button named LASER that'll blast all the shitty bits that you'd see. And I'd fire that fire ball, and I'd fly back down across haven beach and on there all that's left is my room, and your room, and a palace that'd shine out of the poo for the King and Queen.

Because that's all that matters, Runt. The rest is just weekday stuff, Runt.

The Palace. It's a dream.
Bigger than all the Palaces.

AND WE PROMISED TO NEVER CHANGE.  STAY LIKE THIS FOREVER.

"You're my life, Runt."
"And you me, Pig."

HE'S MY WHOLE LIFE, HIM.  MY ONE AND ONLY. HE'S THE BEST AND THE WORST I'VE HAD IN THIS BAD OLD WORLD.

You're not happy with that.

I KNOW. I THINK I KNOW.
AND I FEEL LIKE I DON'T BELONG HERE.

****

I'm in a diner, eating fries and fish.  I have my fork in one hand, and a nice old man for company.  He has a pack of cigaretts to his right, takes one out and lights it.  I push the bit of fry into my mouth. Chew.  Swallow.  A few tables away, a red bearded man opens his own pack, but it's empty. He tosses it on the table, looks up, and sees the old man sitting across from me with a full pack, smoking away. Red Beard stands. He comes over and like the cocky bastard he is, reaches for the old man's pack. "Don't mind if I do." he says. So I stab him with my fork. Pin his hand to the table. Not so cocky anymore, the little fuck. The diner is silent now. The old man, he's shocked, so I do him another favour and take his pack of cigaretts back from Red Beard's trembling fingers, and I hand it to him. All silent, like. The old man gives a little frightened smile. I drink my milk.

****

HE LIVES FOR ONLY HER,  AND KNOWS THAT BECAUSE OF THIS HE HAS TO BE STOPPED.

"I know, Pig." she says to him.

SO HERE'S THE ENDING.

"There has to be an end, hey? My ending though, sweetheart."
"And then what?"
"Then go, Runt."

And Pig, he then lets his sweet thing go.

"IT'S BLUE." I tell him. "BLUE IS THE COLOR OF LOVE."

****

He smiles up at me, and with his hands he guides mine to the scrap of red that lies by our side. He nods, silent, but I could hear him in my head saying, 'Go on, Runt. Go on, love.'  And we know that he can't stay. Runt takes one last look into Pig's bright eyes then slips the blue from beneath his head and places it gently on his face. 
'Goodnight, sweet  thing.' 
' Cheerio, old  pal.' 
And I push. And I push and his hands clench and tremble, but Pig, he doesn't make a sound.

****

AND SO IT'S ALL OVER THEN. PIG AND RUNT, THEY LEAVE,  AND RUNT ALL ALONE IT SEEMS.

It's like, I realy do want for something else, yeah? That silence again. And so I know that he too is silent and safe.
And Runt alone, she calm.

AND YOU KNOW,
THE SUN,
IT REALLY IS A BIG, BEAUTIFUL, SHINING THING.





credit to kinnetic17click Pig and Runt to
visit the Disco Pigs site.

He is so funny.

A clip from the film Breakfast on Pluto.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=sAyE0lAk660

This is why I must find this movie.

I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, merci beaucoup....

I was planning to write out a long and entertaining post on the wonder that is auditioning for musicals, but I was there since 6:45pm- well, now. So I'm tired.

One thing though, Alvina! How do you do it?

I sort of got the routine down, but I didn't have enough time to get it down pat, which sucked.

*finishes singing*
"wow that was great, so you've never had any experience in vocal training?"
At that point the words, Oh shit! Am I supposed to have experience?! Run through my mind.
Smiles. Leans back on heels.
"Erm, no."
"No no, that's a good thing. You have a really great voice for someone so inexperienced"
I cartwheel out of the room.

So that was my shining moment.

Frank Sinatra is my hero. Fly me to the moon is my god.

I think I made some weird faces though while I was singing. I was tired from just doing the horrible HORRIBLE dance routine (Alvina! Help!) Then again I could be just imagining things. It was pretty funny though because I was supposed to be all sweet and alluring and what not and at the line "baby, kiss me" (I had to look at the ppl) I think I had the weirdest facial expression. Like I was sucking a lemon, or giving birth.

Or I could have just been thinking I was doing that. Go nerves. The dude I had to sing the line to though was pretty cute. He taught us the dance. The awful, evil dance.

I couldn't do the scuffs. Stupid scuffs. Funny, because it's only a scuff, but that's what screwed me up.

So, to wrap this up without rmabling on too much, the dancing was alright for my first time, but not awsome enough and the singing was pretty cool. I wonder if there are parts in musicals where actors don't dance...

Okay, so I need to find an upbeat song for an audition that I'm supposedly going for on tuesday or wednesday. Any ideas? Reccomendations? It's for a musical called Crazy for You. Should be interesting. If I don't happen to find one, or manage to prepare for one by tues/wed then hey, there's more fish in the sea. Would give me more time to concentrate on school too.

So I'm in the library killing time and taking a break from reading the odessey.

It's crappy outside.

Why are my profs this year kinda strange? The astronomy dude looks and sounds like a mix of ed norton's SMOOCHY and a very flamboyant man and my western tradition prof is a mix of ron sexsmith, mr muhitch, and that lead singer dude from Keane. They're both pretty cool though.



Today I....

Took matt to his taxi

Poked a bag of dough

Saw Viggo Mortensen and felt pity and mild disgust

Listened to Damien Rice

Yelled at my phone for dying on me