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[20 Aug 2010|11:47am]
Sometimes, I wish the world really was flat.
Sometimes, I feel like throwing myself over the edge.
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Just because. [07 Mar 2009|03:28pm]
[ mood | blank ]

Gacked from nbrooks

I want to know 33 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, never liked each other, or if we already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine... You're on my list, so I want to know you better.

1. Can you cook?
2. What was your dream growing up?
3. What talent do you wish you had?
4. Favourite place?
5. Favourite vegetable?
6. What was the last book you read?
7. What zodiac sign are you ?
8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings?
9. Worst Habit?
10. Do we know each other outside of lj?
11. What is your favourite sport?
12. Negative or Optimistic attitude?
13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14. Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15. Tell me one weird fact about you:
16. Do you have any pets?
17. Do you know how to do the Macarena?
18. What time is it where you are now?
19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22. What colour eyes do you have?
23. Ever been arrested?
24. Bottle or Draft?
25. If you won 10,000 pounds/dollars today, what would you do with it?
26. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew?
27. What 's your favourite bar to hang at?
28. Do you believe in ghosts?
29. Favourite thing to do in your spare time?
30. Do you swear a lot?
31. Biggest pet peeve?
32. In one word, how would you describe yourself?
33. Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?

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I knew it. I'm surrounded by assholes! [07 Mar 2009|02:31pm]
[ mood | blank ]

Dark Helmet: Careful you idiot! I said across her nose, not up it!
Laser Gunner: Sorry sir! I'm doing my best!
Dark Helmet: Who made that man a gunner?
Major Asshole: I did sir. He's my cousin.
Dark Helmet: Who is he?
Colonel Sandurz: He's an asshole sir.
Dark Helmet: I know that! What's his name?
Colonel Sandurz: That is his name sir. Asshole, Major Asshole!
Dark Helmet: And his cousin?
Colonel Sandurz: He's an asshole too sir. Gunner's mate First Class Philip Asshole!
Dark Helmet: How many asholes do we have on this ship, anyway?
[Entire bridge crew stands up and raises a hand]
Entire Bridge Crew: Yo!
Dark Helmet: I knew it. I'm surrounded by assholes!
[Dark Helmet pulls his face shield down]
Dark Helmet: Keep firing, assholes!

...I wish I had somebody to watch Spaceballs with me today. I <3 that movie.

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[31 May 2007|04:04pm]
[ mood | unexplainable ]

I feel the sand slipping through the hourglass.
And of all reasons to update Livejournal after such an extended absence, I'm merely writing because I'm nervous. Apprehensive. Maybe even a little scared.
Excited, given. Thrilled, enthralled--amazed... but I have to look past my own personal demons for those. Something I can only seem to pull off about half of the time I think about it... Which is all of the time in the past week and beyond.

It has consumed me.
and "It" is the Sage Francis show tomorrow night.

I haven't even given a moment's thought to the fact that I'm going to actually be watching Sage perform live tomorrow night. That I'm going to get to bask in the ambiance of seeing Alias live for the first time. Buck 65.

All I'm thinking about is Buddy Wakefield.

It was a strange twist of fate that found me talking on the phone to Buddy only a little over a month ago. He began by questioning, "I heard there is one bad beatboxer named Sean in Charlotte, NC?" I floundered and told him I was no Rahzel--and had no stage experience. It was no suprise that after a Pro Tools recorded audition sent to his e-mail, he turned me down for the part.
It felt almost like a relief. It felt more like a stab in the side.

It was only a couple weeks ago that I got another e-mail from Buddy. He hadn't found anybody else yet. He might need me.
After mustering the most confident tone I could, replying to his letter and recieving the response "Well... Be ready." My friend Laurence told me it was time to start considering myself as having the gig. He was right.

I practiced yesterday with Swan and Laurence. Swan being the "backup diva" for the part. Myself being the beatboxer. I still feel unprepared--but I think thats just all part of it. I don't think I'll ever be 100% ready in any measure of time. It's something I just have to go out there and do. I just hope the courage finds me to go out there and do it well.
for Buddy's sake. For my own. To participate in warming up the stage for Sage Francis will be living dreams.

So here is my final, feeble cry across old haunts. Wish me luck.
Tomorrow is coming fast.

edited 6/4/07 @ 2:38 a.m.
breakdown...Collapse )

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standby. [09 Aug 2006|03:20pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

I've got a lot to say, but that isn't reason I'm writing today.
With any luck, all will be said, done and over with tomorrow. In fact, unless something goes awry, this journal will see its last entry in less than twenty-four hours.

It should come as no suprise--I can't remember writing here in over months and months.
Its been an experience, trekked across five years of my life, but I'll save all that for tomorrow.

Today, I'm simply making note in the bravery sobriety requires after so long in running. How much I'm enjoying the Sims Cd--or even better--the Illogic kick I've been on. And that I wish you could somehow see e-mail addresses on myspace without creating an account on that wretched website.
My cousins last two blog entries therein read I'm pregnant and It's a girl. I find it funny that somehow, through this fluke, I found out about it all before her father--my uncle, my mother or my grandmother.

All of which seemed iffy on it, which disappointed me. I want to e-mail her. Let her know I'm still out here.
Its all so strange to me, I remember when she was just a baby.

Now instead, I'm busy trying to remind myself she isn't--and that I'm still older than her yet. When I was a child, I liked the thought of being able to be whatever I wanted to be when I was grown. Now, time has taken care of its end of the bargin. I guess its time for me to begin on my end.
But what exactly is it that I want to be?
One of the best quotes I've ever read, I believe being from George Bernard Shaw, was "If you take too long in deciding what to do with your life, you'll find you've done it."
So... No time like the present, right?

24 hours and counting.

edited on 7/12/06
Obviously I've yet to make a "final" posting.
This is less from lack of writing on given date and more from lack of time to finish the entry in its complete magnitude.
What I've written is saved--and within the next few days--it'll be posted.

No need to rush the finale, I suppose.

In other news, I missed the Jurassic 5 show tonight because I forgot to put up ample enough notice in to work.
On the otherhand, I cooked their dinner. Straight up.


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[03 Feb 2006|02:12pm]
You know you've been on livejournal too long when you realize your old friends only message was posted in March of 2003.
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