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Disclaimer: The opinions expressed within this column are those of the writer and the writer only, and do not necessarily reflect those of HSU. If something offends you then read the rules of this site. Regardless, just sit and enjoy these ramblings and realize that the writer is only digging himself deeper and deeper into a hole...
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Next was a trip to Fort Worth where I became acquainted with Jay’s past. I got the grand tour. I saw everything and met everyone, and I even conned them all into approving of me. It was $50 well spent, I think. The purpose of the trip was for the nuptials of Jay and John’s long-time friend, Jeremy. That’s right. One more man has been tricked into putting on that ball and chain, and he’ll never be free again. Poor sap. But anyway, the wedding was great, and I loved the area. I’m not sure, despite what Jay tells me, that it is actually heaven on earth, as the native peoples actually seemed to be alive, and not saved souls, and I definitely wasn’t seeing streets of gold. But we had a great time none-the-less. There was so much to do (if you could just make it past the traffic), and the people were great. Jay and John even took me to their favorite arcade. I’m not sure, but I hear that that is a ceremonious “right of passage.” Basically, I think it means that I have an honorary set of testicles. Whoopee. Other than our two trips, we spent most of our free time watching movies and hanging out with at least part of the crew. James and Jen were in town all summer, along with Paul’s girlfriend, Amber, and our resident politician and resident authority on Goths made brief stopovers. Basically, we did a whole lotta swimming and played a whole lotta Cranium. Good times, good times. I found out today that I start my new job at Danson’s on Monday. Yay for employment and the paychecks that ensue! Today Jay and I had a total “Sound of Music” moment and went on a picnic. There was singing, and deer, and good food, and Julie Andrews...and we all learned how to sing in solfege. It was a perfect day for a picnic: blue sky, a few lazy clouds, a nice breeze, and you couldn’t beat the temperature: 75 degrees in August!! And, I confiscated my parent’s old video camera, so we have actual video footage of the food that Jay and I consumed at the picnic earlier today. Ah, sweet, sweet nostalgia. Because one day I will want to look back and think, “That was a damn good sandwich. I think I’ll make me another one just like it.” And I’ll know exactly how to make that sandwich, because I captured it on video tape. Mmmmmm. Sandwich. And that pretty much brings the journal up to date. I’m sure that there will be more entries once school begins. See everybody in a week! -Leigh Anne
October
30, 2003 Ze journal iz
bach Or then there was the time I was forced to wear make-up and do the same mundane task of ordering coffee for the university coffee supplier almost fifty times. Of course I was shooting a commercial for Henderson State University, but I had no idea how rigorous the life of an actor was. I did the same walk, greet, and purchase numerous times, each time using a different camera angle and with slight variations of the same pose. And then of course there was all the instances of me going to the football games and acting crazy and/or stupid, or taking 100 mile roadtrips to watch various new movies (Once Upon a Time in Mexico, Underworld, Kill Bill, etc), or even the wild and crazy nights of wrestling different people in the middle of the dorm. Yea, I could mention those events and probably write something pretty funny about each one of them. But I'm not. "Why?" you might ask. Well for numerous reasons actually. The main one being that I already did write about those things. In fact I wrote a few thousands words detailing all the crazy events that were happening in my life at that time. And you know what happened? My VPN shut down before I could save everything and Frontpage caused a fatal error. I lost everything, including the desire to re-type the entire page. Of course it's my fault for not saving those thousands of words in the first place. But that doesn't make me any less apathetic about the entire thing. Actually, I'm not truly apathetic, I'm just overworked and tired over having to re-work things. But I'm not complaining because I actually enjoy it. In the past two months I have pumped out so many portfolio pieces that it's not even funny. I've been working at Public Relations for two months and I've already created enough art to fill my senior show. But mostly my time has been devoted to something that I haven't had in a while: a girlfriend. I haven't dated very many people over the course of my college career due to a promise I made myself years ago. Lord knows I've had plenty of opportunities to do so, but as a personal preference I kept myself locked up pretty tight when it came to sharing emotions with others. And then she came into my life and broke me down, against my will might I add. I couldn't be any happier.
Technically, this is my journal so I should
be able to write about emotional situations like this with ease. But unlike
other journals, this one is a little more public than I'm used to so its
hard for me to write anything thats not funny here. I miss the days where I
could write J-cap articles detailing funny situations in serious formats.
So now, long with my numerous other tasks, I'm in the process of keeping two
journals. One thats public, and one thats just for me. Because in five
years I want to look back and see both sides of myself, the funny and the
serious.
September 13, 2003 - Hazel-eyed treats The first few days in the dorm we spent setting up all of our new toys and arranging the room 2 3 4. After establishing our new dominion we began to socialize with the other people in the dorm. Most of them were fellow incumbents to the dorm, but there were a few new faces that we had to introduce ourselves to and invite them to the "party room" so to speak. The only instances that there wasn't a party in our room was when we took a group trip to the movies, or when everyone had to go to band practice (everyone except me that is :). Those first few days of school defined exactly what I wish school was always like: Hanging around with good friends and not having ANY classes to go to. Unfortunately, that didn't last too long because classes started the Wednesday after we moved into the dorm. But I soon found out that wasn't as bad as it sounded... I must be blessed this semester, because I have the class schedule to die for. After six semesters of having constant classes and/or work 8-5 everyday, I suddenly have a semester where I spend more time out of class than in it. Other than my Monday's, which I go to class from 8 AM - 8 PM, my days are beautifully laid out. I have zero classes on Fridays, and only one class on Tuesdays and Thursdays (which happens to be Brass Band which is a fun "blow-off" class as it is). Therefore, after my last class on Wednesdays the next major class I have to look forward to isn't until Monday morning. It's like I have a four day weekend every week! Of course there is always a catch... Most of my classes this semester are independent study classes, which means I have to do all the work on my own time and periodically check back with the teacher to show that I am improving. So while I do have alot of free time, most of it should be spent drawing/animating/modeling and so on and so forth.
And surprise surprise, it's time for me to go to work. I'll finish this later today, because we all know that my "I don't have any time for updates" excuse won't work anymore...
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What
to do, what to do...
