Through The Looking Glasses

Oops

2010-01-05T15:55:00.002-06:00

Did I move blogs?

I may have. If fact I did. My new one is here: http://vashtsvsspike.tumblr.com/

The bad thing about my new blog is that it doesn't allow for comments. I think I can add some HTML but I don't really want to do that. Will I even post on here again? Maybe. We'll see. I did just find some of my friends' blogs so I'm going to keep this page as a list for their blogs. Also for a bit of nostalgia.

Too Many Plates...

2009-10-30T09:01:00.005-05:00

There is a saying (that I recently made up) that goes "Too many plates and not enough hands leaves food on the floor." Ok I made it up while typing it.

Anyway, I now have four writing projects on the burners. Here they are:

1.) Tilecre Book 2: The Keys Of Miniver
I finished the 1st book awhile ago and even though it's still in a limbo revising stage (waiting on those who said they'd read it to finish and offer suggestions) I've started on the 2nd book. I've written the bridge "chapter" (a "chapter" to bridge the 1st book to the 2nd) and am working on the first "chapter" (I don't like using the word chapter because I feel it denotes a certain length that I don't want to be constrained to, it makes it hard to stay motivated.) Right now I'm stuck in a scene in a hospital It's exposition and getting mucky but I'll soldier on and I've even made it my new years resolution to finish book 2 by the end of 2010.

2.) The Fencer Issue 5 (or 3)
This is the comic book I'm working on with my friend Kyle. I say 5 (or 3) because I've written 2 issues already but they are lengthy so we are splitting them into 2. So it feels to me like 3 but it will end up being 5. I started this awhile back but when I got into the meaty point I felt like all the characters were explaining the first scene over and over again and it was going no where. So I started over and am only in the 2nd scene but I like the restart and hopefully I won't get bogged down again. However seeing as how Kyle is taking a hiatus on drawing the 1st book, I'm taking about the same amount of time writing this one.

3.) The Blood Peacock
I've always wanted to write a mystery but I don't think I do a good enough job building suspense. Thankfully I've found some people in this world who share my want of writing. So we've started a writing project together called The Blood Peacock. We're somewhat spoofing Agatha Christie, which I've barely read one novel of. In fact I just gave up and watched the video (of course checking to see if it was accurate.) It turned out to be a good story, I wish the novel held my interest better. As for writing this it will be off and on but that won't be bad since I'm not the only one writing.

4.) The Traveler/The Trefoil
This is in a planning stage, even the title is up in the air. I want to write a story based from Dr. Who. A mysterious guy travels around gaining companions and has marvelous adventures. I've written a little bit of it but I really want to figure out everything before I begin, which isn't normally how I write. I mean I think it would have three books. But I want to know what the traveler is looking for? (the trefoil?) what significance does it have? What's it do? I've going back and forth on ideas and I feel like it should be three books or maybe one book in three parts. Anyway, it's on the list of things I'm working on and I wouldn't be surprised if it doesn't take off for a while. Tilecre took a couple of years itself to be written. I'm not rushing this one.

That's it. Also recently I decided that my new years resolution is to finish Tilecre Book 2. So I'm going to start drilling away on it in 2010.

A Long Time Coming

2009-05-25T20:40:00.002-05:00

So, it's been a while since my last post. My rise and fall at Malco has happened and I'm on to greener pastures and blue skies. I have found the job that is suited for me, graphic design, and I get to write as well, which has always been a passion of mine. I finished writing the first draft of my 1st book and am working on the first draft of my 2nd book while waiting for some response from someone who has read the 1st book, at least a response with some big changes, I can use make to make it better. I'd also like some illustrations but I'm not waiting on those. I would love to have it published prior to my 10 year reunion which is getting close. The only thing I worry about is my fiancees, hoping that I'm making enough to continue how I live once my student loans come due. However I do still trust in God that things will be alright even if I have to make some changes. All the TV shows that I watched have started and ended in the time between posts. I'm still looking for a female companion, just call me The Doctor. I wish I was better at relationships. The Wii Fit says I'm slightly over weight, however it doesn't really have a program that you can follow to help any just a whole bunch of different games/workouts to play/do. Life is going good, and I'm sorry for turning from a congruent paragraph to a bunch of un-connective sentences. Peace out.

Friday Morning in a Coffee Shop

2008-08-22T11:37:00.002-05:00

So I'm almost 2 weeks into living in Jackson, even though it feels longer. I mean, I haven't lived in my parent's house since May, so technically it's actually been months living up here. I really thought I'd have a job by now. It's just not easy. I don't know where to look and I don't know how to get an interview. Even if I expected that I wouldn't have a job by now, I did think that I would have at least gone a few interviews. I guess part of my struggles is that I don't know what I want from life. I don't know what I want to do. I enjoy the mundane and I hope to get an office job but I don't know where those jobs are. People keep offering ideas but that's what they stay, ideas. Nothing ever comes from them. I forget most of the help people are trying to give me. "You should try..." gets lost minutes after they say it. I posted my resume on-line and all I've gotten is offers to work for insurance companies (selling insurance) and on-line jobs which don't help because I don't have internet at home.

I just know I have to trust that God has a plan for me and that it may be that I have to hit rock bottom to see what it is. I just know falling on rocks is gonna hurt.

Week In Jackson

2008-08-17T20:41:00.004-05:00

I would really like to do a volg (a video post like the previous ones) but I can't since I don't have internet where I live any more. Why? Well I've moved. I have now lived in Jackson in my own duplex (with a roommate) for one whole week. It's great. It really is. I love the duplex that we are living in. I feel a little bit more grown up which is awesome.

The only problem is I'm still unemployed. Maybe not for too long but it's true. I kind of would feel more grown up if I had that job. Maybe I wouldn't be living with so much anxiousness if I knew I had income. I have been using my credit card all week. For the most part I have been buying things I need, food, things for the house, and I'll admit, I may have bought a movie (it's a vice). So this is why I have it. However I would like to buy things with money I actually have, but I'm saving that for bills and rent. Tomorrow I have a good interview. It's actually the only interview I've gotten. The job will probably pay well but the hours of the job are going to be horrible, I just know it. So even though I might not want it 100%, I'm going to take it if they offer.

Also I've kind of been a homebody this past week. I haven't really hung out with people that I know are here. Mostly because I am a homebody. I need to change this. I'm sitting at Cups right now by myself. Somehow I never quite imagined living on my own to be this way, however knowing my personality and my habits, I'm not surprised.

This summer I bought two seasons of The Mary Tyler Moore Show (they were on sell). And I'm glad I did. I've been watching them this week. I keep thinking "I might just make it after all". I mean Mary did.

May Movie Madness #31- Hot Rod

2008-05-31T07:00:00.000-05:00

Last day in May has to have a great movie attached to it and that movie is Hot Rod. Enjoy. Also there is a little surprise in the video for ya.

May Movie Madness #30- Spirited Away/Digimon

2008-05-30T07:00:00.000-05:00

Two Anime Movies, Spirited Away and Digimon The Movie. Know the difference.

May Movie Madness #29- Singin' In The Rain

2008-05-29T07:00:00.000-05:00

Today I discuss a great musical, Singin' In The Rain.

May Movie Madness #28-Scooby Doo/Scooby Doo 2

2008-05-28T07:00:00.001-05:00

Today I talk about Scooby Doo and Scooby Doo 2.

May Movie Madness #27- Urban Legends 2/The Skeleton Key

2008-05-27T07:00:00.000-05:00

Two movies that don't really go together execpt that they directly effected me, I guess.

May Movie Madness #26- The Parent Trap

2008-05-26T07:00:00.001-05:00

Since Camp starts today, I talk about my favorite camp movie, The Parent Trap.

May Movie Madness #25- Can't Hardly Wait/Josie And The Pussycats

2008-05-25T07:00:00.000-05:00

Today I talk about the movies Can't Hardly Wait and Josie And The Pussycats because they were written and directed by two talented people.

May Movie Madness #24- The Philadelphia Story

2008-05-24T07:00:00.000-05:00

It took me three times to make this video. Youtube ate both other times. So enjoy this cause it took some time.

May Movie Madness #23- Cloverfield

2008-05-23T07:00:00.000-05:00

Today I talk about the movie Cloverfield and I don't get motion sickness.

May Movie Madness #22-Adventures In Babysitting

2008-05-22T07:00:00.001-05:00

Today I talk about an 80's movie that helped inspire the screenplay I wrote for my screenplay class.

May Movie Madness #21- The Muppet Movie

2008-05-21T07:00:00.000-05:00

Today I talk about my second favorite Muppet movie, The Muppet Movie. My first is The Great Muppet Caper but I saddly don't own it. Anyway, It's a close 2nd so enjoy it.

May Movie Madness #20- When A Stranger Calls

2008-05-20T07:00:00.000-05:00

Today I speak about the movie When A Stranger Calls and it's remake. Both movies have good things but the remake is better as a whole. So enjoy it.

May Movie Madness #19- Antitrust

2008-05-19T07:00:00.000-05:00

Today I talk about the movie Antitrust. It's a good movie.

May Movie Madness #18- Memoirs Of A Geisha

2008-05-18T10:11:00.003-05:00

Today I talk about the movie Memoirs Of A Geisha and also the future of May Movie Madness.

May Movie Madness #17- Shaun.../Hot Fuzz

2008-05-17T10:49:00.004-05:00

Today I talk about two British Movies with Simon Pegg in them called Shaun Of The Dead and Hot Fuzz. Both good parodies. Also in the video I say it's May 18 but it's really May 17. I didn't feel like redoing the video just to change that.

May Movie Madness #16- Narnia/Sydney White

2008-05-16T11:16:00.001-05:00

Today I talk about The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe and Sydney White. Enjoy.

May Movie Madness #15- Leeches/Final Stab

2008-05-15T10:07:00.002-05:00

Today I talk about two horror B-movies. What I didn't know at the time I bought them is that they were made by the same guy. They are both pretty bad but the 2nd best horror movies are the bad ones, right?

May Movie Madness #14-Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

2008-05-14T11:05:00.001-05:00

Today I ramble on a little bit about Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2: Secret Of The Ooze. I hope you enjoy.

May Movie Madness #13-Lady In The Water/The Village

2008-05-13T18:16:00.002-05:00

In preperation for M. Night Shyamalan's The Happening which comes to theatres on June 13th, I talk about Lady In The Water and The Village. Two movies I very much like and two movies most people don't.

May Movie Madness #12- What Lies Beneath/Batman Returns

2008-05-12T10:45:00.002-05:00

Today is Michelle Pfeiffer day. Why? I don't know but today's movies are What Lies Beneath and Batman Returns and if I did more than two movie, Stardust, but I don't so forget about Stardust.

May Movie Madness #11- Curse Of The Golden Flower

2008-05-11T14:01:00.002-05:00

Today I talk about the movie Curse Of The Golden Flower. It's a good movie. I do spoil the movie a little bit but I could very well be wrong. The story is complex and a little confusing so I actually may not have spoiled it.

May Movie Madness #10-The Haunting/House On Haunted Hill

2008-05-10T09:55:00.002-05:00

Today I talk about two movies that are based on the same story, "The Haunting of Hill House". I talk about the original House on Haunted Hill and the remake of The Haunting. Enjoy.

May Movie Madness #9- Frogs

2008-05-09T10:08:00.000-05:00

So today as a special treat, I act out one of the worst movies I own. Actually it's the worst movie I own. It's called Frogs. I hope you enjoy this because it is better than the movie.

May Movie Madness #8- Cellular/Wedding Daze

2008-05-08T10:25:00.000-05:00

Today I talk about two movies that I enjoyed more than I thought I would before watching them. Now in Wedding Daze there are some uncomfortable parts with the leading man's parents because they are old and they are perverted. So you have been warned twice now cause I said something in my video about it.

May Movie Madness #7- Cowboy Bebop/Cromartie High

2008-05-07T12:24:00.000-05:00

Today for May Movie Madness, we travel to Japan and talk about two movies that spawn from Anime. Sure they were technically Manga first but I saw them first as Anime and then I bought the movies. Just more proof that I am truely a geek (Which to me is a good thing.)

May Movie Madness #6- They/Darkness Falls

2008-05-06T09:42:00.000-05:00

For today, I talk about two movies that are very similar. Both about creatures that come to get you in the dark. So sleep with a nightlight on.

May Movie Madness #5- Pan's Labyrinth

2008-05-05T17:51:00.000-05:00

Today in celebration of Cinco De Mayo, I talk about the only Spanish movie I own. Even though I believe it's from Spain and not Mexico, it will have to do.

May Movie Madness #4- Confetti

2008-05-04T09:30:00.000-05:00

For today's movie I talk about a very funny British mockumentary called Confetti. Now there is a lot of nudity in the film because two of the characters are nudist. If you can handle that then you should watch it, although part of the humor is the uncomfortableness that comes from them being nude so even if you can't handle it you may want to check it out.

May Movie Madness #3- Clue

2008-05-03T09:56:00.000-05:00

It's my birthday and I can do any movie I choose. Actually I'm choosing what I want no matter what day it is but anyway... Today I talk about one of my favorite movies, Clue The Movie. Enjoy watching it.

I also want to say thank you for those people who have commented. It's nice to know this isn't falling on deaf ears.

May Movie Madness #2- Subterano and Do You Want To Know A Secret

2008-05-02T09:28:00.000-05:00

Today I explore movies that I probably waisted money buying. Subterano is a movie that was mad in Australia and is one of those "I'm trapped in a game" type movies. Do You Want To Know A Secret is a stupid slasher movie with a stupid secret. Watch the video if you want to know what the secret is.

Just a reminder for those who read this on facebook. If you click "view original post" it will take you to my blog where the videos are posted. For some reason the embedded video won't transfer to Facebook. Also please leave a comment so that I know someone is reading this. Thanks.

May Movie Madness #1-Psycho

2008-05-01T18:55:00.000-05:00

Not sure if I'll be able to keep this up but here is the first review. It may not be a review per say but I do talk about the film. So watch it. Thanks.

Post Test

2008-04-22T21:26:00.000-05:00

I thought that May Movie Madness should be on film so this is a test to see if it will work. Just like the video that I'm posting is just a test to see if my new webcam will work on Youtube. Also for those of you who either have slow internet connections or at a place where they can't hear what I say, I'll write a short blurb about the movie and what I think. However it won't be as good as the video.

A Promise For Things To Come

2008-04-18T18:12:00.000-05:00

So a guy I respect for his talent in his use of the English language, celebrates May by writing on his blog everyday that month. I haven't been writing on my blog much but I want to, so I shall join in his May Maddness by doing the same thing, however because I don't want to be a copycat I'm going to tweek it a bit to make it all my own. So I promise Movie May Maddness. No, I'm not going to be making a movie for each day in May. That would be cool but I lack the time. What I am going to do is talk about a movie I own each day. The Best movies I own, the worst movies I own, and even some of the weirdest. It's all about introducing you to a couple of new movies you haven't heard of and a few movies you've forgotten to watch in a while. So look for it in May.

"A Movie In May, One For Each Day."

The Funeral

2008-03-07T07:53:00.000-06:00

A broken heart

Mends slowly

But how can it mend

If it breaks when I see you

Could it have been love

What I thought to be a crush

Is love still love

If it's unrequited

Do hurt feeling still count

If you hide them

Can I still have hurt feelings

If earlier I said I didn't

Soon I'll loose a friend

She'll die in her wedding dress

The ring on her finger will

Choke the life from her

When she says "I do"

She will be done for

My friends, her friends will

Cheer as I weep

Here lies Rebrab

Frizzy hair and all

I knew her once

I'll miss her forever.

WANTED:

2008-02-27T19:01:00.000-06:00

I am in need of people who want to read my story and help me edit it. I want people not just to red pen the spelling and grammer mistakes but also tell me what they think about characters, plot, dialouge, descriptions, and the like. And I want people who are going to do this and not say they are going to do it and then not. My New Years Resolution is to self publish a book and I want to publish a good book and not some piece of crap. So any takers?

"That's What She Said" The Game

2008-02-24T22:02:00.000-06:00

Have you ever played the "In Bed" game. You know you get a fortune cookie and you get the fortune out and you read it and then you add "in bed" to it and then everyone laugh at the vague sexual innuendo. Well there is a new game like that. Find a movie tagline, read it and then add "That's what she said" to the end of it. For instance:

Drillbit Taylor's tagline: "You Get What You Pay For"
Jumper's Tagline: "Anywhere Is Possible"
Step Up 2 the Streets's Tagline: "It's Not Where You're From. It's Where You're At."
Fool's Gold's tagline: "This February True Love Takes a Dive."
Be Kind Rewind's tagline: "You name it, we shoot it."
No Country for Old Men's tagline: "There Are No Clean Getaways."

Now just so you know, it doesn't alway work.

Charlie Wilson's War's tagline: "A stiff drink. A little mascara. A lot of nerve. Who said they couldn't bring down the Soviet empire."

About Chri... I mean Winter Lucky Charms

2008-02-04T10:37:00.000-06:00

A resent discution flamed the fire of research and made me wonder what were the marshmallows in the Christma... I mean Winter Lucky Charms. My search ended on a website in which there was a whole blog post about it and this is a paragraph from it (note: I had to edit it and that part is in paranthisis):

"Notice how they wouldn't use the dreaded C-word? Just as this obviously Christmas cereal gets mucked up with the lame "Winter" moniker, General Mills dared refer to one of the marshmallows as a "Pine Tree." Oh, COME ON. What the Hell is up with this? It's a strange world when we'd sooner see the (f-word) on a box of Lucky Charms than the word "Christmas." "

I just find that really funny. I can just see the commercial. Two kids sitting on the couch with mom tired in the kitchen. "Hey, kids come get your Effin' Lucky Charms!"

On a note related to my last post (many, many, long times ago). I got a promotion. I may get a dollar more an hour, but it feels somewhat too little, too late.

Anyway, can you guess the 7 marshmallows of Winter Lucky Charms without looking it up?

Job Smob

2007-12-06T09:49:00.000-06:00

I went into work today to work a field trip. It wasn't so bad but after I sat down and looked at who I was working with for the next week. I'm now totally depressed. There are a couple of people that I am working with this week that I would love NOT to work with ever. This job is somewhat wearing me out emotionally. Sometimes I hate it, sometimes it's a little bit enjoyable. Either way it's not constant.

Positives about job:
-Free movies
-Occationally getting the movie poster that I want
-A few people that I actually enjoy working with

Negitives about job:
-Pay
-Hours
-Many jerks I work with
-Not getting promoted

I feel like I want to quit, most of the time. However I'm at least trying to hang in there until the bonus. I just wish my creditors could.

3 or 4 Years To Go

2007-11-21T14:30:00.000-06:00

I have found out that I went to high school with someone I work with at The Grand. Our paths may have crossed there but neither of us remember the other. Anyway this spurred me on to look through my old yearbooks. Then I realized that in 2011 my 10 year reunion will be upon me.

So am I where I want to be? No. I mean when people I know from High School come into The Grand I'm a little embarassed to be there.

I hope many things change within the next 3 to 4 years. At least enough that I'd have a date to my 10 year reunion.

Why Are They Called Sales Papers If There Are No Sales In Them?

2007-10-30T14:42:00.000-05:00

So if you don't know. When a movie comes out on DVD it's usually cheaper the first week than it is the second week. But this week In The Land Of Women came out and it's $20 no matter where you go. This sucks. Plus there are absolutly no extras on it.

Another current movie buying annoyance is the invention if the 2-disc special edition. For both Transformers and Spiderman 3 you can get the movie and just the movie for $20.00 the usual price but for about $4 extra you can get another disc that has all the extras on it. And actually it a $7 difference the first week it comes out.

So now my Christmas list will be just a little bit longer with a bunch of movies that I want but won't get. Cause that's how my life works.

One Month Of Camp

2007-07-06T08:11:00.000-05:00

So one month of camp has almost past since I posted the last post. I am well rested be seeing how Paula and I have switched places on Friday, I'm building the ark all day today. It's a lot of work and seeing that I have well over 30 minutes before breakfast starts I don't think I want to wait it on typing out everything that has happened since the last post. Although a lot has happened. The best thing that has happened is finding out that Joy is coming to visit Jackson after camp. The worst thing is that my father was in a car accident (but he is still alive which is the most important thing). Pray for me and my family. A lot is changing.

My Spider Sense Is Tingling (AGAIN!)

2007-06-10T07:53:00.000-05:00

So here I am at camp. I've been through Staff Training and the first week of camp. I am dead tired.

Staff Training went well. However looking back I wish we had thought of things to do that could have been done then and have gotten them done. The Friendship 2 was fun once again but I did hear a lot of complaining from my music choice. Maybe I shouldn't be in charge of music or maybe people should get over their pride horses and let go sometimes. I do think I lacked in some upbeat music. I wish I had more of that.

Anyway I felt like the first week of camp was hecktic. I was told that people thought program went well even though program went a different way than expected. "Be Flexable" is our motto though so it's good.

Here is what went wrong:
Monday Night- We ran out of time to do the counselor quest the way we wanted to, but we did have a good old fashion counselor hunt so the kids did get to throw their counselors in the lake.

Tuesday Night- Actually this night went well. I liked it but I mostly ran around that night.

Wild Wednesday- This night went well, too. I stood up on the stage and sang for about an hour to a mixed CD. It was fun.

Thursday Night- I was on my own. Paula had her time off that night. I wasn't able to start what I needed to do until dinner. Which meant I scarffed down what I could and then started working. The "manly drinks" (sno-cones) weren't ready that night when we dissmissed. The kids sitting at the table asking for them over and over were anoying me. I wanted to sedate them. I mean I had to make two trips across camp to get it ready. I wasn't happy. But once that was going, things smoothed out.

Fun Friday- Wasn't fun. While Paula spent all of fun friday working on Noah's ark, I ran morning Fun Friday. Not really bad just making sure people were at there post. I did unfortunatly have to ask some lifegaurds to go to the pool cause a whole lot of people want to go to the pool. The rest of Fun Friday was spent getting the ark ready and we got it ready just in time for the power to go out. So we had no sound FX. It was sad but "Be Flexable" and we acted like we heard things. Friday was a late night.

Saturday- I woke up and had a bug bite on my arm. Events of last year replayed as my finger swelled up, I went to MEA, and am now on antibodics. It was the same finger. I was really loopy yesterday and slept a lot. I also went to see Ocean's 13 last night. It was alright. It didn't have the steller punch at the end of the movie like the 2 before it, but it was still enjoyable.

That was last week.

The Time Is Now

2007-05-18T21:33:00.000-05:00

It's May and I'm outside and I'm cold. Granted, it is night time, but still.

Actually, I'm in one of my top 5 favorite places in the world, which is the porch swing on the deck of the office at Twin Lakes (at night). Now I'm not sure what my other 4 are but I guess if you ask me in my Facebook group I'll have to answer, won't I? Anyway there are a couple more places at Twin Lakes that I would put in my favorite so I guess when I made the first list. I'd just generalize it to Twin Lakes.

I'm really cold right now and of corse I didn't bring a jacket. Come on, it's freakin' May. Part of my wants this to be the weather for summer and part of me doesn't. However all of me know it won't be.

Now if only I could get my top 5 favorite people in one of my favorite places at once... Hmmmm.

Now What

2007-05-14T21:58:00.000-05:00

I find it really funny that there is a commercial about this guy getting his computer stolen and at the end of the commercial there is a website address. Come on people if my computer gets stolen I'm not going to be surfing the net anytime soon.

Aaron's Unbirthday

2007-05-12T10:54:00.000-05:00

Right now as I type this I'm on hold with Aaron. Today is his birthday. However since he spent my birthday trying to make me as miserable as possible, I'm trying to do the same. It's not working as well as I hoped.

I bought Curse of the Golden Flower, last night and spent last night and this morning watching it. It was very tragic and reminded me of Shakespeare. Not a specific play but I could see it as one. In fact they should redo this movie into a period piece set in Renaissance England. That would be cool.

Lately I haven't been sleeping so good. I've been having weird dreams and then waking up in the middle of the night. It's not good. I feel really tired when I get up in the morning.

Breaking In The New Blog

2007-05-09T09:58:00.000-05:00

Xanga has changed and not for the better. I'm really starting to get annoyed with it. As annoyed as I was when I tried MySpace out. Which means very annoyed. All I want to do with a blog is write. I don't want a bubble to pop up went I scroll over a picture or a link. I don't want to make friends or rate posts. I just want to write my thoughts out. The only thing I don't like about this blog is that I can't tell if anyone reads it. It is only though comments that I can tell and no one leaves any. I think that's what killed Xanga for me. The lack of reponse. I need to know that people are reading to motivate me to write. So if you read this just write one word in the comment "Here." You don't have to have an account to comment, so just write "here".

Sitting On The Edge Of The Stage

2006-08-05T19:53:00.000-05:00

The Sign Said Storage But I Wonder What They Were Storing?

2006-06-03T15:57:00.000-05:00

Everyone Loves My Glasses... Just Not Me In Them

2006-05-31T17:43:00.000-05:00

Lisa Angry, Lisa Smash

2006-05-27T13:01:00.000-05:00

Room 217

2006-05-25T08:50:00.000-05:00

What I'd Look Like, If I Looked Like Matt

2006-05-20T20:55:00.000-05:00

Guess Which Door This Is On In My House

2006-05-06T13:18:00.000-05:00

What It'd Be If I Didn't Leave Her At The Alter

2006-04-27T21:07:00.000-05:00

Halloween'ed

2006-04-13T16:22:00.000-05:00

The Screen Will Explode From Cuteness

2006-03-20T08:58:00.000-06:00

The Pictures I Like (The Ones Taken Right Before The Real Ones)

2006-03-01T20:35:00.000-06:00

My New Glasses

2006-02-21T15:18:00.000-06:00

Another Change Of Plans

2006-02-17T13:37:00.000-06:00

So Since no one reads this but I really like the name, I'm going to change this blog into a pict-o-blog. Or a blog just containing pictures. So eat that and if you want to read what I write go to www.xanga.com/vashtsvsspike.

It's COLD In Them Thar Hills

2006-01-23T08:44:00.000-06:00

I'm sick. Just a little bit. I have a cold. I've been sneezing. I have a runny nose. I feel terrible in the morning. I feel better in the evenings. I think it might have happened from walking around in the rain all day Tuesday but I started feeling this way on Thursday. Would it really take that long for me to get sick?

I have this spectrum. If I'm at 100% I'm me. Lovable, somewhat humorous, somewhat not right in the head, me. If I get to 80%, I'm calm and dossile, I may not feel great but I can get the regular daily life stuff done. If I get to 60%, I don't like people anymore. I push people away, I act like a jerk, I'm NOT pleasent to be around. Anything below 50% envolves throwing up, comatose states, basically me in bed not going anywhere. However there is another end of this spectrum that goes above 100%, but I haven't worked out that side of the spectrum. I do know that if I get up there, I get annoying. I'll repost this when I work out my well side.

I'm sick. I'm at about 80%.

President Anderson

2006-01-19T22:34:00.000-06:00

It was annouced tonight at Bible study that I am President of RUF. Now I don't have any power but I guess I can put this on my resume. I mean the only reason is because clubs on campus have to have a president who is a student. So this year Clint has made me President. My new moto: "I shall reign supreme!"

Your Phace

2006-01-19T17:32:00.000-06:00

So today I parked in that parking lot that no one knows about. Sad thing is that I wasn't alone. And when I went to get my car at 5, there were 6 people still with me. I'm afraid I'm going to have to start going to school at 8 just to go to my class at 11.

Today I wore my Superman shirt and I saw this guy who was wearing the same shirt. It was akward. I was thinking should I say something as we pass but he was the one to comment. He was like "nice shirt" and then indicated to his shirt as if I didn't get it. I said, "Yeah."

I don't have class tomorrow. But I am going to try and read at least half of Beowulf.

The Deal

2006-01-18T18:16:00.000-06:00

Ok, I think I'm going to do something different. I think I'm going to start reposting my Xanga stuff on this blog so more than just people with Xangas can respond. That way this blog can have some what of a life and get updated more. And there will be the occational creative writing on this thing. What do you guys think? Anyone read this? David?

The Story of Charles

2005-07-20T09:53:00.000-05:00

There was this boy named Charles and Charles's parents told him not to play on the railroad tracks because he could get stuck on them and get run over by a train. Well like most sinners Charles dishonored his parents by not listening to them and walking down the railroad tracks. So he was walking down the tracks and this train started to approach. So he jumped off right next to this house.

The house belonged to Ms Hugglebee. Ms Hugglebee was a widdow who went to church on Sundays and had 4 cats until one day she got a dog and the dog chased all the cats away. Ms Hugglebee was a sad woman cause she was very alone.

So Charles went up to her house and knocked on the door. Now the train was passing by at that point so Ms Hugglebee didn't hear the knock. So Charles stood there in an odd scilence until the train past and then he knocked again. This time Ms Hugglebee came to the door and she looked at Charles and said, "What are you doing here?"

And Charles said, "There was a train."

And Ms Hugglebee said, "Oh."

And then a one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater swooped down and ate Ms Hugglebee right infront of Charles. Charles freaked out and ran into the house and looked the door behind him. The one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater or "Phil" as I'm going to call him cause typing one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater is getting annoying and it just so happens that the one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater is named Phil. Anyway Phil was banging on the door trying to get in. Charles started looking for a door to escape. He then found the basement door. He ran down the stairs and closed the door behind him.

In the basement there was another door. It was a red door. And since it seemed like the only way out, he opened it. There were stairs leading down so he started walking down the stairs. Stair after stair. He past a sign that said, "Beginning of where the underground railroad was fought". But Charles couldn't read so he kept going down. Suddenly he came to a floor and there was a man in there.

"Who are you?" Charles asked.

"Is the war over?" the man asked.

"What war?" Charles asked.

"YAAAAAAAAY." The man got up and ran up the stairs.

Behind the man was another red door. Charles opened it and there were stairs leading up. So Charles started to walk up the stairs. He passed another sign that said "end of where the underground railroad was fought". So suddenly Charles came to a green door. He tried to open it and it was locked. So he looked on the wall and there were several keys. So Charles picked up the green key and tried it and the door unlocked.

So Charles turned the knob slowly and opened the door slowly and on the other side was Phil and Phil ate Charles.

Thats the end of the Story of Charles. (Coming up the story of Phil and Tommy)

Ambiguous Poem (#???)

2005-06-12T17:01:00.000-05:00

Tower Of Sham
By: Michael S. Anderson

The blackbird squaks in the middle of the trees.
Ten thousand little ones cry.
Mary had a little snake in her right hand.
How now cow of brown?
Take away the sorrow of yesterday.
Bring back Monday.
Tomorrow will shine on forever.
Speak again bright angel.

Short Story "We-Time"

2005-05-28T12:06:00.000-05:00

If you happen to read this just tell me to did. You don't have to say what you think, just let me know you read it and that the time I'm putting into posting this has not been waisted. PS sorry I can't indent so I'm double spacing between paragraphs.

“We time”

By: Scott Anderson

I needed “me time.” I loved “me time.” I usually never got it. My parents were both lawyers and were usually held up in their home offices. With a house as big as ours you’d think I have a lot of “me time,” but I also had a little sister, Cybil. She was six years younger than myself. I took care of her changing diapers and feeding her while the other kids were out playing. Most of the time I read her books and my love of reading blossomed from that. Through the years we became attached to one another. She was like my six year delayed twin sister.

I think I grew up too fast. I had a hard time relating to my peers and found that the teachers were more sociable. There were a few students who tried to reach out to me, that I appreciated, but my want of “me time” would have been sacrificed for hanging out.

When my parents were going out of town, I had the perfect time to be by myself. However the saying goes, the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

I sat in government class. It was lunch period. There were three different lunches during this period and our class had the third lunch. This meant that class was over by lunch. During lunch I ate with Mr. Cook. He was my English teacher and English was my next class. To get to his class, I had to cross through a small courtyard. The courtyard was surrounded by the auditorium and the cafeteria. It contained two stone picnic tables and a pond that was dedicated to the class of 56 for some reason.

This courtyard was where a group that called themselves The Dysfunctional Monkeys ate lunch. I don’t know why they called themselves that. There were 4 of them at the time, Fox, Giles, Holly, and Lucy. There were a few more but they didn’t have third lunch. Fox was the weird one. He never combed his hair and his clothes were always wrinkled. He wouldn’t shut up and most of the time became annoying however he had charisma and no matter how annoying he got you still could like him. Giles was the yang to his yen. His hair was parted and he wore glasses. He was probably going to be our Valedictorian. He was so anal about things. Everything in his life had to just be a certain way or he’d freak out. Holly was their enforcer. Fear was afraid of her. She was the tough one and didn’t take anything from anybody not even Fox. I was defiantly afraid of getting on her bad side. Lucy was the sweet one. She volunteered for everything from school plays to Christian Services. Although she helped out, she’d never take credit for it. She seemed very quiet and was close to Giles in the GPA area. It was hard to believe that these four would be friends but I guess things like that happened in a small Mississippi town when you go to the same school and church. I was in the youth group with them. I guess that’s why they feel the need to reach out to me.

“Don’t get me wrong I love the 3rd ending, it just can’t happen,” Giles said as I entered the courtyard making my way to Mr. Cook’s class. “Miss White was upstairs when Yvette was coming down the stairs.”

“You don’t know she was upstairs,” Holly said.

“Zach,” Fox yelled, stood up, and approached me.

“Fox,” I echoed him but didn’t stop walking.

“Hi Zach,” Lucy said.

Fox cut in front of me, blocking my way to the classroom. “Whatcha doing for lunch? We have an extra seat at the table.”

“Actually I’m going to eat with Mr. Cook,” I said.

He turned me toward the table and put his arm around me. “Oh come on, Zach. Mr. Cook’s class can wait ‘til the end of lunch, you can discuss The Scarlet Letter with the rest of class, can’t you?”

“I wasn’t going to talk about the class reading, which I doubt you did,” I said.

“That’s true,” Fox interjected.

“I was going to talk to him about puritan literature,” I continued.

“Wow, must be thrilling.” Fox said returning to his seat.

“Oh it is,” Giles said, “Cotton Mather, John Witherspoon, John Owens?”

“I was just going to talk to him about Jonathan Edwards,” I said.

“That’s cool,” Giles went back to his eating.

“Ok I’ll see you guys in class,” I turned and continued on my way.

“Bye Zach,” I heard Lucy behind me.

Time slipped pass in class. There was a discussion on archetypes and whether or not Hawthorne meant to have them in there. That class was the last class of the day. After school, I drove over to the Jr. High to pick up Cybil.

“Bye Susan, see you later.” Cybil said getting into the car. “Hey Zach. I had a great day. What about you?”

“It was fine.” I said while leaving the school ground.

“You know what happened at lunch today?”

“Sure.”

“Well Susan was talking about how Chris Edison did his project in History and how it was so lame and then Chris walked by. I had seen him and I was trying to tell her, you know by not telling her. I was doing this. Come one look at me, I was doing this.”

“Let me get to this stop sign,” I said. I stopped at the stop sign and turned to look at her.
She started moving her hand under her chin and stared at me with darting eyes.

“No wonder she didn’t stop talking, you look like you’ve gone mental,” I said, resuming the drive.

“Maybe I have gone mental,” Cybil smiled. “Anything happen at your lunch?”

“I had lunch with Mr. Cook.”

Cybil sighed.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing,” Cybil sounded disappointed but I didn’t know why.

The rest of the drive continued with Cybil playing with the radio until she found a song she liked, which she sang along with it, only to end up on the hunt for another song.

When we arrived home, Mom was in the kitchen packing up snacks for their trip. “Hey, Squirt.”

“Hey, mom,” Cybil said and ran off to her room.

“How was your day, Sport,” Mom said to me.

“Vonderfill,” I said meaning wonderful.

“Oh really?”

“Yes,” I sat on our breakfast table Indian style.

“You know what, you should have a party,” She said.

“What?” I asked. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Since 9th grade, she had been trying to get my to interact more with my fellow students. She wanted me to go to football games, pep rallies, try out for the school plays, but I wasn’t interested in any of that.

“You’re 18 and I don’t think I’ve seen one friend in this house. It’d be nice for you to have a couple of friends over. Just don’t break anything and no alcohol.” Poor deluded mom. She thought I had friends. I may have been getting along with the Dysfunctional Monkeys during youth group, but they weren’t my friends. I guess they were the closest thing to friends that I had.

“But I don’t want to have a party. I just want to lounge around and read.”

“Honestly, your grandfather probably has more exciting plans that you. But it’s your decision.” She said. “You need to have some fun before college.”

“Yeah I know,” I smiled and kissed my mom on the cheek. “I’ll see you Sunday night.” I left and went to my father’s office to say bye to him. He was writing something on his desk. He looked up, “hey Sport, big plans this weekend?”

“I guess you could say that,” I said. “I just wanted to come by and tell you to have fun.”

“Oh we will. You might have a new sibling in…” Dad started.

“Dad!” I said stopping him.

“I like grossing you out,” He chuckled.

“Yeah thanks,” I said. Then there was a bit of silence. “Well, bye.”

“Hey son, have fun this weekend.”

“I will.” I said leaving his office.

My room was more like three rooms; it was even somewhat sectioned off. One section was the bedroom. It had a bed and a nightstand. I also had two laundry baskets on the floor to separate the whites from the colors. The second section was my office. It had a corner desk with a computer on one side and writing space on the other. Behind my desk chair was my bookshelf, with my library in it. Next to my office’s bookshelf was my bedroom’s chest of drawers, so my office was where I dressed. The last section was my room was the living room. It had a small two-seater couch, my television, my stereo, and my phone. It was also where the door to my closet was.

I picked up the book I had just bought off my desk and sat on my couch. Sitting on my couch I started to read. I was so enthralled by the book that I didn’t even notice the sun setting. I’m pretty sure I heard Mom yell out that they were gone, but I wasn’t sure. That’s when I heard it.

Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding (held for a while) dong (silence) ding dong!

I marked my place in my book and started to walk to the front door. I thought it was Cybil and that she locked herself out, but when I got down stairs I heard Cybil yell out, “hey!”

I hurried to see who it was but tried to act like I wasn’t hurrying. When I turned the corner there was Lucy and Fox. I should have known, the doorbell did sound like Fox.

“Where are the other Dysfunctional Monkeys?” Cybil said as she greeted Fox with a hug.

“Oh well, Holly and Rachel are at a family thing and Giles is tutoring Thatcher in Calculus, which will take all night,” Fox said. “Hey Zach.” Lucy waved.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Your mom called my mom and she said you were throwing a party.” Lucy answered.
I rolled my eyes.

“Well we’re not,” I said.

“But since you guys are here, y’all can hang out,” Cybil said.

“Great,” Fox said and entered my house.

I left them and went into my room. Before I even sat down, Fox and Lucy were in my room.

“Nice room,” Fox said as he entered.

“Thanks,” I said.

“Yeah I like it, too.” Lucy said walking over to me. Fox sat down behind my computer. “Cybil is getting some food and she said we can come up.”

“Hey Zach, what’s your password?” Fox asked.

“Get out of my room.” I said as if answering his question.

He typed a bit. “That didn’t work.”

“That’s not my password.”

“Then why did you say it was? Are you a compulsive liar?” Fox looked up at me and smiled.

“So what are you reading?” Lucy asked me.

“Oh um…” I looked at the book in my hand. “TwentySomeone.”

“Oh I read that,” She said.

“What’s your password?” Fox asked.

I ignored. “You did?”

“What’s your password?”

“Yeah, I loved the part about humility,” Lucy sat down on my couch.

“What’s your password?”

“Oh yeah, it was very good.”

“What’s your password?”

“Fox!” Lucy yelled.

“Oooo, A pool,” Fox said and went to the window.

“Do you have ADD?” I asked.

“There is a possibility,” Fox said, “I’m going for a dip. Can I borrow a swimsuit?”

“No,” I said.

“Ok, I’ll just get a towel.” Fox said leaving my room.

I turned back to Lucy. “So he’s always like that?”

“24/7,” Lucy said with a smile and a laugh, “I know, it’s hard to believe he actually has friends. I know you probably don’t want us here.”

“What? No,” I lied. If Fox had said that I wouldn’t have but this was Lucy. She had one of those faces that made you hurt when she looked sad.

“It’s just, I see how you are at school. Sitting by yourself, face stuck in a book, not really talking to anybody. It’s possible you may just need some social interaction. You need to have some fun. Even if you don’t want it.”

“You sound like my mother.”

“Thanks, I like to think I’m wise beyond my years. Let’s go join your sister. I think she was going to make some cookies. Lucy looked at me square in the eye.

“All right,” I said with a sigh.

“Good,” Lucy cheered.

“Fox isn’t going to really skinny dip, is he?” I asked.

“That’s a hard one,” She said as we walked down stairs. “Fox is somewhat unpredictable.”

We entered the kitchen and Cybil was there pulling out a tray of cookies.

“I made cookies,” She sang. “They are all nice and gooey.”

“My favorite,” Lucy said and went over to grab one.

“Where are y’all?” We heard Fox call out.

“We’re in here,” Lucy called back.

Fox walked into the kitchen. He was clothed only in a towel, completely wet, dripping on the floor. “That pool is awesome.”

“Where are your clothes?” I asked.

“By that awesome pool,” Fox said.

“Go get dressed. Alright alright, I’ll go get dressed. Man Zach you need to learn how to have fun.”

I don’t know if it was how Fox said it, or if it was because everybody seemed to be saying it but I lost my cool. “I know how to have fun,” I yelled. “Ok it may not be the way everyone else has fun, but I have fun. So Fox, why don’t you just get dressed and get out.”

I passed him and went back up to my room. I slammed the door too.

Soon there was a knock on the door, “Zach, it’s me,” Cybil said.

I opened the door.

“What’s wrong Zach?”

“Nothing.”

“I wish you weren’t a liar.”

“Nothing is wrong.”

“Do you not like people?”

“No, what are you talking about?”

“They told me how you are at school. They said that you look so sad, so alone. I asked them to keep trying to be you friend. I asked them to ask you to join them for lunch everyday.”

“You did that?”

“I just want you to be happy. You’ve done so much for me, so let me do something for you. You need to have friends, you’ll go crazy staying alone.”

“No I won’t. I’m not lonely.”

“Are you not?” She was looking square into my eyes.

I was silent. I couldn’t lie, not to her, not while looking into her eyes. I looked away, “I’m not.”

“Look me in my eyes Zach.”

“Sometimes I am, ok. Sometimes I am lonely but sometime I like being by myself.”

“But you are by yourself all the time. You hardly talk to anyone at youth group.”

She was right.

“It’s easier to be by yourself than it is to have friends, the Dysfunctional Monkeys do like you and they do want to be your friends. You just have to stop pushing them away. Please, for me?”

Why did she have to say that? It would have really hurt to say no to that. “Alright.” I said. “I’ll try, for you.”

“Thanks,” Cybil hugged me.

We went back down to find Fox, now damp and dressed, and Lucy.

“I’m sorry,” Fox said. “I didn’t mean to get so, ya know, annoying.” He sounded like a chastised child.

“I’m sorry too,” I said. “I didn’t mean to get so angry. I guess I’m not being very nice. I guess I’ve never been really nice. If you and the others want to come tomorrow, we can have a small get together here, I guess, with everyone.”

“That’d be fun,” Lucy smiled at me.

From then I knew I was going to have more “we time” than “me time” but a part of me was actually happy about that.

A poem I wrote at SumCon '05

2005-05-25T06:56:00.000-05:00

Hair Hue Minority

I am a hair hue minority.
I sit alone and watch those who look like the others chat with one another.
They don't know the pain.
Carrot top they call me but my hair is not green like the top of a carrot.
Opie they yell but I do not live in Mayberry.
People come up and rub my head, all for luck.
Luck?
That's insane.
There is no such thing as luck.
And if there was it wouldn't be transfered through the friction created.
So I don't "have fun" and I'm not the "smart one of the group."
I may have less hair on my head than you do but don't feel sorry for me.
Though I am a hair hue minority, I know deep down in my heart
Redheads rock.

2 More Really Bad Songs From High School

2005-05-11T21:03:00.000-05:00

Will I Be There

You’re more beautiful to me
Then a chunk of gold
On your side I’ll be
Don’t tell me, I’m sold
I see you in a perfect light
Where ever you go
You always put up a fight
When someone says no

Chorus:
I see blue skies in your future
I see happy trails
But the question I have
Is will I be there?

You’re still beautiful to me
Without your make-up
Look in the mirror you’ll see
You’re waist’n that buck

Repeat chorus

Sometimes you are a pill
But you’re still cute
You give me lots of thrills
But don’t give me the boot

Repeat chorus

Simple Life

Chorus:
All I want is, the smiple kind of life.
All I have is, driving me insane.
Can you help me, make simple for me.
And get rid of, this migrane

Sometimes it feels so hectic,
Sometimes its just a strain,
Sometimes I go in circles,
Sometimes life’s just a pain.

Repeat chorus:

Sometimes I don’t know what I’m doing
And I get so stressed out
I feel like I’ve jumped off a building
I just want to know what life’s all about

Repeat chorus:

2 More Songs From High School

2005-05-09T22:42:00.000-05:00

This first song I actually like and it refers to a room with black lights. It's suppose to be a little rap, a little techno.

Party In The Dark Room

Hey Everybody!

There’s a party in the dark room
and it just won’t stop
It will still be kickin’
‘til everybody drops

So if you around
invite everyone in town

But if the band is a rockin’
then don’t come a knockin’
If the band is a rockin’
then don’t come a knockin’

Chorus:
Party in the dark room.
Party in the dark room.
Party in the dark room.
Party in the dark room.

There’s a party in the dark room
and it just won’t end
so stop on by
and bring a special friend

invite people on the street
and everyone you meet

But if the band is a rockin’
then don’t come a knockin’
If the band is a rockin’
then don’t come a knockin’

Repeat chorus

There’s a party in the dark room
and it just won’t stop
It will still be kickin’
‘til everybody drops

There’s a party in the dark room
and it just won’t end
so stop on by
and bring a special friend

So if you around
invite everyone in town

invite people on the street
and everyone you meet

But if the band is a rockin’
then don’t come a knockin’
If the band is a rockin’
then don’t come a knockin’

Repeat chorus: (x4)

Now here is another sappy love song (but this one I like). I was such a dork.

Life Time

I don’t want to go out tonight
The world looks scary on the inside
I don’t want to go down
Any road that leads to town
I don’t even care
If we go anywhere
Cause there is nothing better to do
Than stay here with you

Chrous 1:
Cause I know you’re here with me
And I know someday you’ll see
Why I want to hold you tight
And remember these times
Remeber these times for a life time.

I have a picture on my desk
Of you showing off your ring
You’re as happy as can be
To be marrying me
I try to be your best man
As you’re threatening me
But your still glad
That this is your last delivery

Repeat chorus 1:

I don’t want to loose trace
Of your wonderful face
Sometimes I don’t think it’s fair
That you left me down here

Chorus 2:
Cause I know you’re there for me
And I know now you see
Why I loved to hold you tight
And remember those times
Remeber those times of your life time.

Bad Songs I Wrote In High School 1 (Call Me)

2005-05-08T12:59:00.000-05:00

Call Me
By: Me

I look in your eyes
I look through your eyes
And what do I see
A bright lovely girl
and almost everything
that you could be

I want to speak out
I want to tell you
What you mean to me
but It’s trapped in my mouth
and swallowed down
Never to be seen

Chorus:
I can wait
On a dream
but I can’t wait
til you call me, call me
(repeat)

When I think of you
your heart, your love, your life
my heart starts to break
and I think about
how to get you
what would it take?

Let me ask this
think about it
and maybe you’ll believe
would you be
better off
if you didn’t meet me?

Short Story (Don't Cry Over Spoiled Milk)

2005-05-04T10:34:00.000-05:00

Ok this is going to be rewritten by next tuesday. I just wanted something else to be on this site. Something I didn't write in 5 minutes. So here it is and I'll post the new one later along with my other short story I'm working on right now.

Don’t Cry Over Spoiled Milk

By: Scott Anderson

Sidney was always out of milk. It’s not that she ran out of it, it’s just that she had this habit of not drinking it often, and then she’d absolutely not drink it past the expiration date. When she bought a liter of milk she drank it too quickly, but when she got a half-gallon she’d never finish it before it went bad. Once, when her half-gallon of milk expired, she had to go get a liter. She decided to head down the street to the grocery store on the corner, Paradill’s. Paradill’s had all kinds of food. They had the usual like meats, cheeses, breads, fruits, vegetables, soups, and desserts. But they also had international foods like sushi, haggis, sweet and sour chicken, and pastas.
That day, Sidney was wearing her favorite expensive blouse. It seemed out of place on her. She wasn’t a “girly girl” and by no means was she rich. She had bought the shirt money from graduating college, even though she did have a few student loans hanging over her head. The loans weren’t that much cause most of her education was paid for by scholarships. She figured her new job as a secretary at an advertising agency could pay the loans off within the next two years.
Sidney opened her door cautiously. She peeked out. The door across the hall was closed. She took a deep breath and opened the door all the way. She stepped out and hurried toward the stairs that lead to the front door of her apartments. She was on the middle step when she sighed. She thought she was free but suddenly up the stairs Jill came, “Sidney!”
Jill lived in the apartment across from Sidney. Jill felt the need to always talk to Sidney and tell her asinine stories. Sidney, who grew up in a nice southern home felt the need to at least be civil to her neighbors, although Sidney did have a few choice words for her when one of them moved out.
“Sidney! I haven’t seen you in ages.” Jill said meeting Sidney on the stairs.
“Yeah, it’s been like a day or two,” Sidney muttered.
“The funniest thing happened to me the other day. I was in Jackson Square, getting my palm read, when I saw this girl that looked just like you. I thought it was you but I wasn’t sure because I only saw the back of her head. Anyway, I started screaming ‘Sidney!, Sidney!’ and the girl just ignored me, so I guess it wasn’t you.” Jill started to laugh and snort like it was the funniest thing she had ever said in her entire life.
Sidney smiled as well cause it was her in Jackson square.
Then Jill took a step back, down a step, and looked at Sidney. “Oh yeah, I see it now. She was much thinner than you. Yeah you’re getting a little plump around the edges. So I heard the guy on the floor above us is single again. You should come running with me and maybe you could get him.”
It took everything in Sidney not to push Jill down the stairs. “You know Jill I have to run.”
“Yes you do.”
“No I mean I have to go.” Sidney counted to ten in her head.
“Oh of course,” Jill smiled and continued up the stairs, “I’ll see you later.”
“Not if I can help it,” Sidney muttered as she walked out the door onto the street.
Sidney arrived at Paradill’s. The street around her was buzzing. People selling hot dogs, kids playing hopscotch, other kids playing jacks, an old guy feeding pigeons from his stoop, and other people hustling on their way on a Saturday in New Orleans.
Sidney entered through the door. Smells arose from the aisles and swept throughout the store. The sounds of the street bounced off the windows, peace and quiet lay within. The only sounds in the store came from the few people shopping that morning. One of them, an especially loud mother, chastised her child. “Put that back before I tan your hide right here and now.” Sidney sighed. She hated going in stores where mothers let their bratty children run around, getting in her way. It wasn’t that she didn’t like children. In fact she thought children were great and she knew she would enjoy her children. She just didn’t see herself as “kid friendly.”
As Sidney traveled down the meat section, she heard her name again, “Sidney?”
She turned around expecting to see one of the dorky executives from her job, “Yes?”
“Sidney Alcott, from AU?” Instead of a coworker she saw David West. David was the brother of her college roommate, Mary. When they were freshmen, he was a senior. She had a major crush on him and because he was Mary’s brother she got to see him everyday even if it was just in pictures. Mary would tease her about her crush.

“So Sid, David is coming by tonight,” Mary said from her desk.
“And?” Sidney asked from behind her laptop.
“Well, I just wanted you to know incase he comes after you want to start practicing.”
“Practicing what?” Sidney peered over her laptop at Mary.
“You know, what you’re going to say, your kissing,” Mary started to make out with the back of her hand, “oh David, your lips are like my coffee thermos I never want to remove my mouth.”
“You are depraved, Mary.”
“Totally, but aren’t we all?”
“That’s your brother.”
“And you would be my favorite sister in law.”
“You only have one sibling.”
“True, but you’d be so much better than that girl he’s going out with tonight.”
“Oh he’s going out with a girl tonight?”
“Sorry, Sid. That’s why he’s coming over. He needs the sister inspection for what he’s wearing.”
Mary’s cell phone rang. It was David and he needed to be let in. That was the last time Sidney saw David single.

“David,” She gave him a hug.
“What are you doing here?” He asked her.
“Well I got an internship at an advertising agency and they liked me so much I now have a job as a secretary there. Are you still working for your father at the bar?”
“Kinda, I still work at the bar but now I own a part of it.”
“Cool. How’s Mary? Last time I saw her she was headed up to Nashville to become a singer.”
“Well that didn’t work out, so she moved back here and is now a waitress at the bar. You should come by sometime and see her.” He handed her his business card with the bar’s address on it.
She looked at it, “Oh Mr. Fancy has his own business card.”
“Well I do own a business now.”
“Just part of one,” Sidney smiled. There was a short silence but Sidney just needed to ask. “So are you still with Kate?”
“Kate, no, I haven’t seen her in a couple of years. She… well it was a little messy.”
“I understand,” Sidney said sympathetically but was happy on the inside.
There was another awkward silence until David said. “Well I’ll let you go.”
“Alright,” She said hugging him one more time. “I’ll think about coming tonight.”
“Please do,” He said turning and walking away.
Sidney’s smile was huge as she walked toward the dairy section. She quickly found the milk. Her first priority was to look at the date. She started with the liter bottles. “Oh great,” She moaned as she saw the expiration date. It said the tenth and today was the seventh. Her good mood was dimming as she looked at every liter bottle. Every one said the tenth.
Then she turned to the half-gallon bottles. They all read the ninth. It was as if the Ancient Greek Milk Gods were playing their evil tricks. She could hear them laughing as she looked at the smaller cartons of milk and then to the bigger ones.
Soon she gave in and picked up a huge gallon jug. It expired on the nineteenth. She held the jug by the handle and walked to the front of the store. She took a place behind the mother she had heard upon entering the store. She had just started putting her items on the moving belt.
“Stop that. Put that back. I said no.” The mother scolded her brat, as the cashier scanned the items. “Wait! I have coupons.”
As the mother pulled out her coupon-o-dex, Sidney started humming a song even though she cringed on the inside at the number of coupons the woman was looking through.
Sidney looked at the other fifteen checkout places. All empty. She began to hate this place. They had twenty-five thousand people putting food up on the aisles, and one person checking out. To Sidney the only good thing about this place is that David also shopped here. It had been already two minutes and the mother was only on the C’s of her coupon-o-dex
“I can get someone over here.”
Sidney calmly walked over to the wonderful cashier who had decided to work on the cash register on the other side of the world. As she strode toward her, a buggy, loaded with practically the whole store, poked its bulbous end from one of the near aisles and sailed gracefully into her checkout place.
Sidney gritted her teeth and looked at one of the magazines in a nearby rack so not to look foolish, then walked back to where the mother stood. By now she was on the H’s. “Go back there,” She told her annoying child, pointing behind the buggy in front of Sidney.
The kid walked to the back of the buggy, eyeing the jug in Sidney’s hand. “Mommy, I want milk,” He She It said. This child was ugly; it was really hard to tell the gender.
“We already have milk at home,” The mother replied. By now she was done with her coupon-o-dex and was writing a check on the counter.
“I want this milk.” The brat’s arm grabbed Sidney’s milk and started a tug-o-war.
“No kid, this is mine. Let go.” Sidney yelled at the monster while pulling with all her might.
That child did let go and Sidney went flying. She fell backwards onto the floor. The milk came with her. The top popped off and lovely white calcium-filled “good-for-you’re-body” liquid washed over her favorite shirt. The kid was crying and its mom had finished paying. She went to the child and a crowd started forming around Sidney.
She lay there for a second or two before she got up and flapped her milk covered clothes around. All eyes were on her. She saw David among the few. She have never been so embarrassed in her life. She wanted to cry. Quick, say something witty, Sidney thought, do not cry. Do not. “I guess I’ll just have eggs tomorrow.” She tried to smile and slowly walked out of the store, not saying another word. She walked home with all the milk she wanted on her shirt. Tears started to form in her eyes.
“Hey Sidney wait up.” David called behind her.
She wiped her eyes and turned around. “David.”
“I saw what happened.” David said scratching the back of his neck.
“Please, don’t start.” Sidney said.
“Having a bad day?”
“Yeah.”
“Well it will pass, tomorrow…” he started.
“…Is another day.” She finished.
“I thought you stopped finishing my sentences,” he said.
“Well sorry you are just so predictable.” She teased.
“Well at least I’m not covered in milk.”
Her jaw dropped and she slapped his arm. For a minute there, she had forgotten about that.

Summer Camp Letters #4

2005-04-26T08:23:00.000-05:00

Dear Mom,
Timmy who goes to my school back in Addington said that he got a letter from his mom saying that you and Dad are getting a devorice. I don't know what that is but when I get home can I get one too. Please I'll be extra good. I was in the bad shed for a week before I left because I was hungry. When I found Todd, he got mad at me and asked me where I have been. I told him I was in the bad shed waiting for someone to come get me. He told me to get something to eat and then head back to the bad shed. I did. That's when I saw Timmy. Then I saw Trisha. She was talking to some guy. Johnny, I think. I hate him. I'm so going to throw a rock at him. I got an apple then returned to the bad shed. I hope someone comes soon. I want to see Trisha again.

Your son,
Peter

The future of this Blog

2005-04-21T22:15:00.000-05:00

I'm not quite sure what I want to do with this blog. It seems like no one comes here and apparently my creative juices don't want to flow when I really want them too. I don't know. If anyone reads this should I continue?

A Stream Of Contiousness 1 (movie posters)

2005-04-20T09:46:00.000-05:00

I'm sitting here at my computer and Johnny Depp is staring at me. Kate Winslet is also staring at me however Johnny's eye is almost as big as her head so he is a much more predominate means of intimidation as if I was going to be intimidated by a poster. I mean come on it's of Finding Neverland how much intimidation can you get from that movie. I think some people get freaked out cause in movie posters most of the time the actor is looking square at the camera and then the eyes "follow" them wherever they go. Now if I ever make an actual movie *tangent* not that The First Fifteen isn't an actual movie, it is. However is would be placed in the student film genre and I'm talking big time, which probably won't happen cause I rather dislike the process of making a film. It's too stressful, as evidence of my "heart attacks". They weren't real heart attacks but my heart did do some irregular beating during this process and I was taken off caffeine by a doctor. However I do still like making movie posters. *end of tangent* and make a poster to go with this movie I'm going to have the actors looks like they are looking behind the camera so that the people in the poster look like they are looking behind you and people can get paranoid. I rather like this idea.

Ambiguous Poem #4 & #5

2005-04-09T18:40:00.000-05:00

Presented by: Magnetic Poetry, Romance Edition

Finding Nothing
By: Me

Like the ocean a voice dreams of flying to a paradise
Only no heart can remember out promise
We gaze together under the magnificent moon
Your heart laughs at my passion

Loving Something
By: Myself

Flicker my light
Have what you want
Burn down the lust between us
Blow my beautiful wind
Only desire can escape
Bathe with honey
Candy is your song
Fever is our chocolate
Remeber the ocean

5 Minute Story Part 1

2005-03-26T22:20:00.000-06:00

It was a dark stromy night when, Claire woke up in a sweat. She got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. She grabbed a glass and filled it with water. She drank it face. The face she saw in her dream was burned into her memory. Thoughts ran through her mind. Was it real? It felt real. It couldn't be. It was just a dream.
The face had green eyes and brown hair. There was a scowl on the face and she was in pain. The face's body was doing something to her. She couldn't move. She couldn't scream. She was at the mercy of him. But he had no mercy. Only pain.
Claire sat down in a chair and flipped the television on. Maybe the mind drainning rays from the TV will allow her to forget her nightmare. Nothing was on but informercials.

An exert from an e-mail I'm sending someone

2005-03-24T18:13:00.000-06:00

High Hopes

High hopes thats what I had.
Big dreams thats what I use to know.
Large expectations thats what I held close to.

However I just found out that there is no Santa Clause or Easter Bunny.
However I just found out Neverland is not a real place.
However I just found out my dog didn't really go to a farm in Ohio, he died.

Ambiguous Poem #3 (I wrote this in Documentary class)

2005-03-24T16:49:00.000-06:00

Curtains
By: Scott Anderson

Curtains
Curtains on the top window
Cascading down
Circling one another
Crisp sheets
Colored with dye
Catching the wind
Capturing it forever
Coming for no one
Commenting on nothing
Cinema is alive
Cameras with heart beats
Characters interact
Conclusions are for the audience
Charisma dances around
Charity is no where
Closed up in a room
Carried to an end
Curtains will drop at the end
Curtains

Summer Camp Letters: #3

2005-03-23T17:05:00.000-06:00

Dear Mom and Dad,
I got stung by a bee today. It hurt. The nurse told me it would eventually go away, the swelling and the iching. In arts and crafts, I made a box. I pasted a heart in it, not one of those fake hearts you see at Valentines Day but a heart I cut out of the camp's encylopedia. I gave it to Trisha. She screamed with delight. I got in trouble. They said you they tried to call you but they said the number you gave them wasn't working. They probably can't read you hand writing. I had to sit in the bad shed for the rest of the day. I have a weird feeling no one likes me here. Oh well.

Your Only Son,
Pete

A Song #1

2005-03-15T20:36:00.000-06:00

The Matter
By: Scott Anderson

What's the matter
Why are you sad
What makes you cry
Why do you feel bad
What's the matter
Why can't you see
I'm here for you
You always have me

You sit by yourself
You feel out of place
Your insides feel like
A waist of space
You don't go out
You stay in your home
You don't have fun
You feel so alone

What's the matter
Why are you sad
What makes you cry
Why do you feel bad
What's the matter
Why can't you see
I'm here for you
You always have me

I look deep inside
And try to figure out
What makes you tick
What you're all about
I'm missing something
Why can I see
Blinded by the truth
That you are me

What's the matter
Why am I sad
What makes me cry
Why do I feel bad
What's the matter
How can this be
I'm here for myself
But I'm missing me

What's the matter
Why am I sad
What makes me cry
Why do I feel bad
What's the matter
How can this be
I'm here for myself
But I'm missing me

Ambiguous Poem #2

2005-03-14T19:20:00.001-06:00

The Box In The Back
By: Scott Anderson

Three maids are running
Far into the sun
Away from time
Away from misery
One holds common
Her hair tied back
Her face is long
Her shoes have holes
One holds ugly
Her moles have pimples
Her teeth are crooked
Her nose turns up
One holds beauty
Her eyes are bright
Her hands are soft
Her feet are swift
Three maids are running
Far into the sun
Two will fall on the wayside
One will make it

Ambiguous Poem #1

2005-03-12T16:59:00.000-06:00

Time Wants You Dead
By: Scott Anderson

A branch falls
Green steams
A wheel rolls
Red spreads
A mouth calls
Blue spews
A bell tolls
Pink stinks

Summer Camp Letters: #2

2005-03-11T18:37:00.000-06:00

Dear Mom and Dad,
Camp is fun. I've woken up several times outside my cabin and for some reason the cabin door is locked. It's really odd. Todd my camp counselor says I walk in my sleep. Trisha talked to me yesterday. She said, "excuse me." I think I'm in love. There are a lot of activites. My favorite is sticking my finger in my nose. I'm going to die alone.

Love,
Peter

Summer Camp Letters: #1

2005-03-11T12:34:00.000-06:00

Dear Mom and Dad,
The first day of summer camp was great. The hike I had from the highway where you left me off was fun. I saw a turtle and a bird. The bird had wings and flew. Penguins have wings but they can't fly. When I actually got to camp I met a girl named Trisha. She is pretty. I didn't actually talk to her. I got her name off her name tag. I wish she was a penguin. I think I'm going to go to the arts and crafts room to get dinner. I'll write you later.

Your son,
Peter

The Beginning

2005-03-11T00:42:00.000-06:00

Ok I gave in to temptation and got this blogger. Well to make it different from my Xanga, I'll be placing my writings here. It could be a short story or an ambiguous poem. Possibly a song or a serial. This is my creative writing space where are Xanga is to tell about me day or complain about something or post a picture, etc. So this is the beginning.