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welp
So I have a blog right? yes... i do, I'm pretty sure you're looking at it. Anyway, what is a blog... (i hope you don't mind but I'm writing what I'm thinking, so any revalation that comes is happening as i write) I wrote the parenthesis because i was going to write a whole blog on what is a blog, but check it out... a blog is whatever the author wants it to be... nothing more nothing less. I was conflicted as to whether or not to write a blog about all the goings on in my life or to write on just important thing or to write on deep thoughts I have.... but you know what? I can write whatever I want. I can (and prolly will) write however I feel at the moment I write. I know this prolly sounds like a jumble of obvious thoughts, but nope.so, that said. I don't know when I'm going to post again. I don't know if I'm going to tell you about my day or tell you how much the world rocks or how much humans suck or if I'm going to tell you about zoo dwellers. so don't hold your breath, because you'd be holding for a long time. sorry mike...
Anyway, things are good on the oshkosh front. I seemed to have fallen back into a depression. I don't know why. I think it has to do with the heightened drama that has been happening around me. But I'll make it through. I'm taking a class called acting studio. It is my favorite class. I'm thinking about switching my major to Theatre. But if I become an actor... I'm going to be poor the rest of my life... that part I don't mind... because I'd be doing something that I love... but I don't know what other people would think of that... and I know that isn't the attitude to have, but you know that choosing a profession like acting... people are going to look down on it ... and that is going to hurt from the people I care about... perhaps I am just catastophizing... but maybe not. Anyway, I love acting and Acting Studio.
Also, I tried out for two student films today. I was very confident and did really good. I only had to read for one of the auditions, but the director of that audition said I did "awesome" and then had me read it a different way and said "awesome times two, I'm going to write that down" and then he did write that down and the other auditioners looked impressed... anyway I feel really good about it and it was fun. so, that's all for now... until next time
-Petey Boy-
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10/20/2005 09:04:00 PM
comfort food for thought
Well, I just walked Abby home for the night... gosh she is wonderful. Tonight we watched The Incredibles and then just chilled out listening to Coldplay. The other night we just hung out and listened to a bunch of tunes; mostly beatles and yellowcard (figure out that combo)... and abby and I just sat in my room and we (mostly she) sang along to all the songs. That's it... I know it maybe sounds weird, but it was so... meaningful... I mean you have to realize that Abby doesn't sing for anyone... But she is comfortable enough around me to belt out the lyrics to Blackbird and harmonies to Ocean Avenue. She is so awesome.Anyway, so, I just got back from walking her home and I feel so loved and I feel so comfortable and at peace. On my way back to my apartment. These feelings made me think of other times I felt this way and I get a picture in my head of home... not just any old night... but a night of a storm... maybe midnight. I got a picture of my parents room with mom and dad in their bed and the four kids sleeping on the floor around it. That is how we dealt with our fear of storms or of nightmares or anything during the night. We didn't jump in bed with ma and pa, we just slept on the floor around the bed. I remember knowing that no harm could come to me when I was sleeping there on that floor. No nightmare could haunt me... no lightning could strike me... their were never any creatures in mom and dad's room. If any of these things happened, I knew that one of my parents would rescue me before any misfortune could transpire. In that room, sleeping on that floor, I was at peace... I didn't fear anything... I felt loved and cared for even though mom and dad were snoring. what a good memory. What a good life.
Thank you Mom and Dad for bringing me up... even if I didn't turn out amazing. Thank you Patric, Emily, and James for keeping me company during those treacherous thunderstorms even when you weren't scared. Thank you Rachel and Mic for caring about me even though we live 2000 miles apart. Thank you friends for stick'n with me even though I called only once or twice during the whole summer. Thank you Abby for being the most fabulous and fantastic friend I've ever had, for letting me cry when I'm in pain, for making me smile when it is so hard, for loving me even though I can make things so complicated. I love all of you.
-Petey Boy-
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10/11/2005 01:31:00 AM
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