Fun Times

I was playing the concertina and missed hearing the phone ring! Twice! That makes me pretty darn happy.

D.A.B

I want to be a bun-head
and wear pointe shoes
I want to be a bun-head
gonna pay my dues
Plie, tendu, jete, battement
fouette, fouette, fouette, fouette

This is a good little song to sing to yourself when you get stuck walking behind some dumbass ballerinas. It helps keep you from yelling at them.

When Ida first sang me this song she order it: tendu, plie, jete, battement. I pointed out to her and plie should really be first because then the song would follow the order of a ballet class. She agreed but now she can't ever remember which one comes first. Happy Birthday.

Seemed like a good idea

Even if it seems like a good idea to eat part of a donut at 2:30 in the morning right before you go to bed DON'T. You'll wake up with nasty mouth, a disgusting disease that can plague even the best of us. Also, don't smoke cigarettes at 2 either. Even if you eat an entire apple afterward you'll still smell like smoke. AND if you've recently had bronchitis you'll also be coughing up crap the next morning. And don't read a book that doesn't seem to be going anywhere about some guy who's losing his mind while you're freezing under your blankets and the roof's about to cave in from the weather.

Bored

I don't much care for gay.com for a variety of reasons. A) #1 it's lame. B) #2 the chat function doesn't work on Gillian's computer. C) #3 I don't need lots of ads featuring beautiful men in skimply clothing staring at me all the time making me feel awful about my body. D) #4 It may have some pertinent information about current gay issues but they're so drenched in crappy gay gay gay crap that I don't have the patience to try to find them.

And no you stupid lady, I won't make an exception. I don't care if you've been subscriber for the past two years, you missed the deadline by a month. And don't give me that "well, really only 27 days" crap, that's close enough to a month. And why should I make an exception for you when you got your tickets months ago and are only calling with your question now? And if I give you the free ticket shouldn't I really give one to everyone else too? Why don't we just make everything free? Stupid lady.

Maybe not that funny

So I've started up my blog again despite having talked with Erin about how kind of embarrassing it is to post my personal thoughts where everyone can read them. I still think that's true but I did enjoy looking back at my previous entries because they made me think, "Hey, I'm a funny guy. And if no one else thinks so then at least I'll be able to read this in a year and make myself laugh." Unfortunately I'm no longer involved with stupid ballerinas and other such dumbasses where they offer a multitude of things to make fun of. That's not to say I'm no longer involved with stupid people, these people are just only stupid and will be hard to make fun of especially because they're continually stupid in the same way. But I'll do my best.

Do you think it's lame to not go out for a drink because your throat hurts and you might be getting sick and instead go home and eat a bunch of brownie batter while watching episodes of Futurama that you've already seen? I can't decide. That's either lame or great. I think when I do it it's lame but if someone else told me that that's how they spent their Friday night I would love them for it. Probably because it would validate my Friday night.

Speaking of which, on to the brownie batter. It's been callin' me.

Transparent

I had a dream the other night that humanity was suddenly divided into different castes and of course I was at the complete bottom. The lowest people were believed to be germ ridden and were the work force of the planet. We all lived in these huge apartment buildings and had to be inspected before we were allowed in. It was really depressing and upsetting but also interesting. We weren't allowed to own money either. Instead we had these cards that had "money" programmed into them, sort of, that we had to use to buy things. These cards only allowed us to buy things from vending machines, we couldn't ever buy anything nice. Some people were trying to start protests but there were only about twenty of them in the whole city, which was a mix between Paris and Seattle. Plus, those protestors were beaten all the time. So even though the work force was much bigger than the upper classes (about 10 to 1) we wouldn't do anything to try to get out of our situation. This pretty much sounds like any 1984 Anthem Metropolis movie but we were in color.
Then the dream suddenly changed and I had sex with this really really really cute guy.

"Look at me! I'm a stupid baby! I roll around and lead with my head and never get hurt because I'm super flexible and have plenty of fat."
Stupid babies and their perfect alignment. Hmph.

sigh and yawn
How many times do I have to write about my aesthetics? I mean, sure I like talking about them, usually, but when I have to write about them it often turns into a rant about how much I hate Utah and how I'm frustrated by my schooling. This doesn't go over so well when I'm writing for one of my teachers. For part of this assignment I have to write 5 artistic beliefs and 5 things I artistically do not believe in. I do not believe in god, artistically of course. Can I get away with that? So here are some of the things that I'd like to write but probably won't (well, maybe just a few).

I do not believe:
-ballet has any artistic value
-everyone has a valid opinion
-anyone should have a post-show discussion (especially idiots)

I do believe:
-having a small number of male dancers is a very bad thing. Not because I think more people should dance but because the ratio of good dancers to mediocre is like 1 to like, you know six or so. So for every one good female dancer there are six boring ones which isn't too bad since there are a lot of them. But when there's only one good male dancer there are six more out there who aren't so good. Now let's say that the number of really good male dancers in the USA is 1000 (that's probably a little small but my opinion of what's good is pretty limited). That's means there are 6000 dopes trying to get into dance companies or worse yet choreographing on their own. That's a whole lot of bad dance. So how often are you going to see a great male dancer?
-choreographers should have someone besides their best friend watch their piece before showing it to the public
-contact improv jams are stupid (c'mon, they're called "jams" ooh, we are so cool)
-dance should never be associated with "our lord Jesus Christ"
-people should shut the fuck up

Fuckin' "Artists"
oh angry angry

Something Stupid

You know those times when something trivial happens and it ruins your whole day? Well, I lost my keys yesterday and I feel like everything is falling apart. Suddenly I think my choreography sucks, everyone hates me, I don't want to go to school and I'm crying a lot. Just because I lost my keys. Come back lost keys, I need you in my life.

I know my sister already posted a link to this website but I think people need to go to it again. Plus some of you went to it when it only had the stupid holiday special episodes. So try going there now. My favorite is the featured episode, it has cute pink and yellow bunnies. I love them.

Angry Angry

I was playing Yu-Gi-Oh! this morning (yes, the exclamation point is actually part of the title) and had to fight this mage guy and he had monster with like 3700 attack points! Can you believe it?! My strongest monster only has 2800 attack points. I lost.

That's the best I could do. Some things will never go away, especially when I'm a stuborn fucking bastard.

I'm going to Costco to buy a cheesecake. They're yummy and I'm thin.