tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60835972012-02-15T10:01:35.380-05:00Dance away, sweet alphabet! How your seductive gyrations beckon with the promise of linguistic fulfillment!Treynoreply@blogger.comBlogger941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083597.post-6059857701693968542008-09-03T11:29:00.003-04:002008-09-03T11:30:49.764-04:00

I started a shiny new blog on a different server. It appeals to me more strongly than blogger. It does not, however, support videos. So this one's still worth checking out once every third blue moon or so.

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New Wearable Feedbags Let Americans Eat More, Move Less

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New blog! Bonus points if you can find it!

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On Easter Day the veil between time and eternity thins to gossamerThere are very few reasons I would drive all the way home just for the weekend. Easter is one of them. So yeah, 6-hour drive down after work on Friday. 6-hour drive back in time for work on Monday. Less than fun, but worth it.I got home Friday night at about 10:00, and I watched “Enchanted” with my parents. Good wholesome

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Well I thought it was a good reason...

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Listen, can you hear it? Spring's sweet cantata. The strains of grass pushing through the snow. The song of buds swelling on the vine. The tender timpani of a baby robin's heart. Spring. ~Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure, Wake Up Call Spring means many things for many people. For some, it’s the season they’re inspired to venture outside into the slightly

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Don’t be that guy ~any good friend who notices you’re being a big douche You know the times you’ve caught yourself being “that guy.” When you don’t see someone in your blindspot and cut them off in traffic. When you find yourself stuck directly in front of the doors as people are trying to get on/off the subway. When you realize you don’t have any cash on you and give the girl at the

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Here’s to a long life and a merry oneA quick death and an easy oneA pretty girl and an honest oneA cold beer and another one!It’s St. Patrick’s Day! The day we all decide arbitrarily to celebrate for no better reason than to get trashed and sing loudly (and poorly) in public places.Well, kids, I’m Irish and damn proud of it. So I’m celebrating St. Paddy’s because I feel more entitled than most

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We reached the end of the One Acts just a little earlier than we intended to. Due to preposterously inclement weather, our last performance had to be cancelled. I don’t think there’s a more impotent way to go out than to miss the last performance. You get none of the closure with the other actors, the production staff, or your characters. There’s something about a final performance that just

Treynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083597.post-33425049081539236662008-02-29T10:37:00.002-05:002008-02-29T10:48:12.770-05:00

You know, kids, there’s nothing quite like 6 middle-aged women singing “Happy Birthday,” in their quietest inside-voices at 8:30am before your brain is fully functional. Possibly one of my better birthday moments.Also topping the list is this birthday cake they got me!I really meant to take a picture before we tore it a new one, but you get the general idea. It’s spice cake with whipped butter

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This ‘a la carte’ menu should please different tastesJohn BensonCorrespondent@News-Herald.comMuch as with a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get when you attend a showcase of new works from upstart playwrights.Still, that’s part of the appeal, which is why the Fine Arts Association’s 12th Annual One Act Festival, “Hot From the Oven: a la carte,” taking place weekends now

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Nothing is as far away as one minute ago ~Jim BishopChristmas happened. Stop reading that pre-Christmas poem. Obligatory update: 2008 (or UPDATE '08 for short) My birthday is this Sunday. I mention it now because I probably won't post again before then. I will be turning 24. So I'm an adult now (for the most part). I have a 9-5 with health benefits and a 401K, I get an enormous

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'Tis the week before Christmas, and here in my cubeWithout motivation, contempt I exudeThere's FedEx to be packaged and mail to be sentBut at 10:00 Monday I'm already spentThere are five days to go before I can say"I think I'll get up at 1:30 today."But, alas, my alarm, both unwelcome and shrillmade me drag my ass here to continue the drillI'm back where I started, some desk in a rowWondering

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I'm in a musical again! And I've come to realize that I haven't really done that many big cheezy song-and-dance shows in my experience. I've forgotten just how much energy it takes to do the singing and the dancing simultaneously. I think the closest I've come to this much work was "West Side Story," but that was right at five years ago. And even then I didn't have to sing while doing the

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One of these days I'm going to faithfully update this blog, thus negating the necessity of these obligatory updates. You might notice I deleted a couple of posts. They were boring and primarily about weightloss (that didn't take). They mentioned me being on run crew for an Ella Fitzgerald show. It was fun. It was the lady who sang the original "Reading Rainbow" theme song. Awesome.APARTMENT:

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I’m homeless.A train blew up in my back yard. Seriously. It was far enough away that nothing’s wrong, but the fire/police/hasmat people won’t let me back in my house. This happened on Wednesday, and I’m still without a change of clothes. Yet the most upsetting part of all this is that I totally missed seeing the exploding train bit. I was listening to my new Sufjan Stevens album and had it

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My mother tried to kill me when I was a baby. She denied it. She said she thought the plastic bag would keep me fresh. - Bob MonkhouseOK, so I MAY have said that my next post would be about the holidays. Sure, every post so far has proved contrary, but that does not make me a liar. I'm up in the AM on a Saturday because 1. I have to go to work at 12, and 2. because my mother is coming to visit

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There comes a time in a man's life when he realizes that he has to turn on the gas in order to survive. So, in honor of surviving I write to you, friends and stalkers.The topic for today is, What has Trey been doing? More specifically, What has Trey been doing for food?The obvious answer would be using the skills he learned as a Boyscout and foraging in the back yard for squirrels and pine nuts

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Oh my God! Where am I? What's going on? I've come up with a new template. I do hope you like it. I'm pretty sure I do. Perhaps it will motivate me to spend some time here. Fill you in on what's most important: me.

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Do not think for a moment that I'm proud of that title.I just opened Word to see if I spelled “atrocious” correctly. I did. So continuing with that theme (that theme being typing) I have decided to update my blog. I got an email the other day from my dear dear friend Beth. In it was the phrase, “hope we catch up sometime.” That cut me to the quick (though, on the bright side, I now know

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I'm not sure how to put this. I'm kind of a big deal. Perhaps now you understand why I'm very busy.I’m flipping through the channels, because after weeks of going without TV, I’ve remembered that there is an antenna attached to my television. It took me a while to come to this realization. I went through my entire DVD collection. Twice. I missed new episodes of “LOST” and “Heroes.” It’

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It's my fourth day enduring my chosen vocation of doing nothing. Surprisingly this day is rather full. My main focus started off as packing for the next week and cleaning my apartment. I also got my car tuned up for the upcoming ROAD TRIP! (I think I'll make that a link to a future post about said road trip.) But someone threw a wrench in the gears. That someone was me. I was in Target

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My big thing with zombie movies is that I think society would be better at handling the situation than movies give them credit. There are some glaringly obvious moments of suspension of disbelief that reign the zombie movie genre. 1: Don't Get BitSeriously. How hard is it to keep a slow-moving decaying old guy with googlie eyes from touching you WITH HIS FACE? Obviously, this would happen

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Since I quit my job I’ve had absolutely nothing to do. Actually I have plenty to do, but I don’t feel like leaving my house today. So I’ve been researching various anagrams. My new favorite pastime. First, of course, I anagrammed myself. Since my usual name yielded sparse results (Tiring Yelp was the best), I decided to use my real name, and I got the following: Peeling Alumni –

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I quit my job this morning.I don’t think anybody even knows about my job that I quit. The last time I talked about work I felt like I was at the Cleveland Playhouse or something… For the record, that’s true again. I’ll be starting on A Christmas Story after Thanksgiving. Exciting times.But let me fill you in on the job I quit. I don’t know how many of you have ever worked in sales. Most of the

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I seriously have so many things to talk about.  I recently downloaded Performancing.  Perhaps it will prompt me to share.powered by performancing firefox

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Alrighty, then. So you heard the news: There’s internet in the Castle Awesome. Now we will have a series of posts that will inform you of everything that is going on with my life (unless I’ve deemed it uninteresting or forgotten it entirely). This one is about the house, AKA The Castle Awesome. Specifically the highest room in the tallest tower: my apartment. I think the technical term for

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Clock in: 8:57We have secured, wireless, delightful, informative, joyous, large, xylophone, INTERNET ACCESS.Expect updates.There is dancing in the streets....in my mind.

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I’m still at the library. It’s been eons since I read many blogs and I have much catching up to do. And I also get distracted with phone calls and the occasional urge to go look at books. Our current distraction is a bug. One of those hairy centipedes with long spidery legs that can move wicked fast and are damn near impossible to kill. It’s crawling across the floor in front of me, going

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Ok stop, I feel like I'm watching regional theatre you guys. God! Am I in the Cleveland Playhouse or something?! Your craft is a muscle. You need to exercise it. Take a break. Think about what you've done.- Amy Poehler, Wet Hot American Summer I’ll admit it. A small part of me came here simply because I’d be able to use that quote. Constantly. But it is true, folks. I am, indeed, in

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We still don't have internet access at the house. Instead we go to the coffee shop down the street for the free wi-fi (and I always feel obligated to buy coffee, so it's turning out much more expensive than getting our own hook-up)House:The house is great. The afternoons make my attic apartment an oven, but I'm free to go see Hannah and Caitlin downstairs anytime. I've taken pictures and will

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It's roughly 7 hours before I drive away from my ol' Ky home... again.This time I have a lot of crap. Seriously. I thought to myself, "self, this should be easy. You've moved ten times in the last four years. This should be old hat (a phrase I never really understood)" I was mistaken. Dorms and NYC apartments were furnished. Taking your own stuff makes for a looooong day of packing (

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Good News, Everyone! I’ve hijacked another format! And there’s nothing any of you can do about it!!! Why? Because for this sin and for my delinquency in updating, I have been twice smitten by the lobby god.R.I.P. guy. You’ll be missed. And now, what you’ve all been waiting for: a ridiculously long post about everything I’ve been doing since… holy crap that’s a long time! But first,

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I hate this title. It makes it look like I've seen the second Garfield movie. (Did anyone see the first one, by the way?) But it was a book before it was a bad pun, so it stays.Contrary to what I've strived to maintain on this stylishly minimalistic golb, I am posting pictures. I've been sitting on this post for a while. The only reason I haven't done it until now is because I couldn't easily

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Monica just posted about a scary dream as I was thinking of posting about mine. So I will too.I took a nap today. Actually I fell asleep watching Fairly Odd Parents. But these happy-pappy cartoon images were not what visited me in my sleep.I had just gotten out of the shower and was standing in front of my bathroom mirror. I noticed on my right cheeck a coarse blackness that at first made me

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Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room. ~Harriet Beecher Stowe Sorry I haven’t posted in awhile. That’s a side-effect of being happy. But even in my happiness I'm allowed guilt trip posting.Shall we catch up? We shall. But this is the short version. Hopefully I’ll post long version later.

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A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.~George Moore My plane leaves Wednesday morning, and I’m packing… boxes, not bags. I decided I’m not using my return ticket to New York next Tuesday. I’m going home and I’m staying there for the summer. I decided this on Friday afternoon, making this my last weekend in the Big City. It’s been a long

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It is a hopeless endeavour to attract people to a theatre unless they can be first brought to believe that they will never get in.~Charles Dickens Sorry about the long series of impersonal uninformative posts. I’ve been in a real funk and have avoided whining about my personal life. I had a post up a couple of days ago, and very few people read it. It was an oh-so-fun self-indulgent outlet

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In New York City it is currently 69 degrees! OK, I want you to go back and read that again, this time imagining that Edna from The Incredibles is saying it. Enjoyable, no? I hate surveys. I hate myself for filling one out. But instead of deleting it, I will bury it with more posts. BURY IT! Challenge: cite these lyrics. The winner will get free tickets to any number of Broadway shows.

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Did I ever mention I hate these?1.Your name spelled backwards?III Niplig Egdamlat Leuname, but my friends call me Yert2. Last incoming call on your phone?Drunk Mac3. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer?My resume. From my other computer. I’m a hacker. Fear for your lives.4. What's your favorite restaurant?Ollie’s5. Last time you swam in a pool?It’s been so long I don’t even

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Greetings, Children! It has been awhile since my last confession. But you should feel privileged. I promised my mother a long email this past weekend and I still haven’t written it. I suppose I could give her a link to here, but I don’t feel like editing again. Eh, I’ll probably cut and paste the good parts and put it in an email. Or a letter. I mail my paychecks home because I haven’t

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Sorry, kids. That post was simply too much to worry about. Just you try making certain words certain colors and see how it turns out on Blogger!But so noone has hard feelings about their comments, they have been kept here:lvs said... Ok, I just want you to know that that post made me Tearful, because I haven't seen you guys in So Long, and because I wish I could do a condo

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It's Easter. I'm lonelier than I thought I would be. There's no one in New York, so no way to make me feel any better. Seriously. JZ - Pittsburgh. Kelly - Jersey. Lindsey - Jersey. John - Florida. Coworkers - Jewish. But I did find this:It's long, but definitely worth watching. Especially funny if you've ever watched the BBC. And may I say, I heart Jeremy Irons.

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If I'm beating the dead horse that is song title surveys, might as well beat the deader horse known as DC Talk: Describe yourself using one band and song titles from that band.Band/Artist: DC TalkAre you male or female?: We Three KingsDescribe yourself: I Luv Rap MusicHow do some people feel about you?: Like It. Love It. Need It.How do you feel about yourself?: What if I Stumble?Describe your

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Two men walking up a hillOne disappears and one’s left standing stillI wish we’d all been ready~Larry Norman / DC Talk TGI Friday. Black Friday. Casual Friday. Next Friday. Today, it’s Good Friday. But that doesn’t mean various Fridays can’t overlap. You know those times when in the very back of your mind you have the sneaking suspicion that the Rapture happened and you were left

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No party is any fun unless seasoned with folly~Desiderius ErasmusGraduation is 40 days away. Even though I’m not in class, scurrying to finish projects and cram for finals, I’m very much looking forward to this day. It’s something that not many people in my family have done. Neither of my parents did, nor did my grandparents. There have been a few cousins, but it took them several years.

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So this handy little feature was activated a few weeks ago during my own personal golb panick. This was before Katie had her panic attack, and I just removed all my old posts about my last internship, and some other stuff with people's names. I also enabled the "comment moderator" feature so that I could make sure other people weren't screwing with me.I didn't get quite how it worked. Without

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“Most men remember obligations, but are not often likely to be grateful; the proud are made sour by the remembrance and the vain silent”~William Gilmore SimmsIt's been too long since I updated. I was going at a really good pace since I graduated. \A glass of wine consumed by the lovely SBP sparked a discussion that will go down in our blogring history. My four beers will not. Instead it give

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Boredom: The desire for desires ~Leo Tolstoy I figured out how to add things to my sidebar (turns out all I had to do was think about it!) and I’ve added links to my favorite places on the web. All but ebaumsworld and addictinggames.com, because these places are full of so much spyware you’ll want to tear your hair out. I go to these places against my better judgment, then I have to spend an

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So I had to get the drag queen story out of my system. Now to talk about the rest of the show: The Threepenny Opera. A brand new Broadway show that will be starting previews very shortly. I’ve talked about it a little bit before, but last night was the first time I got to see the whole shebang. It was the invited dress, the very first performance in front of an audience. It was neat. The

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I guess a drag queen's like an oil painting: You gotta stand back from it toget the full effect.~Harvey Fierstein There are certainties that we all carry with us. These are the certainties we have reserved for the most desperate of situations. They’re so certain that they never even have to be stated. But once these certainties are challenged, your world comes crashing down. Because though

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King of endless worth / No one could express / How much You deserve In lieu of leaving a long comment on James’s blog, I’ve opted to make my own entry. And just in time for Sunday. In case you don’t believe in using a mouse when reading blogs, Collegian perspectives board member talked about how they don’t like chapel, chapel staff member responded on his blog, admissions staff member

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Go n-éirí le séitéireacht, gadaíocht, troid, agus ólachan!Má dhéanann tu séitéireacht, go ndéana tú séitéireacht ar an mbás,Má ghoideann tú, go ngoide tú croí mná;Má throideann tú, go dtroide tú i leith do bhráthar,Agus má ólann tú, go n-óla tú liom féin.Here's to cheating, stealing, fighting, and drinking.If you cheat, may you cheat death.If you steal, may you steal a woman's heart.If you fight,

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Why do you keep saying that word? I do not think it means what you think it means.~Mandy Patinkin Today was all those words and more. The work day was okay, but it was when six o’clock rolled around that the most thrilling night of my entire life began. Tonight was yet another trip to the infamous Studio 54 to go to a tech rehearsal for Threepenny Opera. (note: I know nothing about this

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I reckon being ill as one of the great pleasures of life, provided one is not too ill and is not obliged to work till one is better.~Samuel Butler, The Way of All Flesh I finally went to church again last night. I’d been putting it off because I hadn’t had the opportunity to go with friends since last month. Not so much because I feel intimidated by the congregation, but because I wasn’t sure

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So, I posted on a bad day and then didn’t post again for awhile. This, I feel, has been a bad representation of my life. To remedy this golb affliction, I simply removed my sappy self-pitying post. College yay. Real world boo. We all saw it coming. And now, for why I love life. I’m 22 now. It’s the first non-landmark birthday I’ve had in a long time. I guess you could call it a

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So I'm at JZ's and his family is introducing me to new people. This one girl looks familiar and I keep asking her questions like 'where'd you go to highschool?'After too much hard work on my part, she shared with me that she's the butterfly Sci Fi promo girl.See? TV can be your friend.

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To catch you up a little bit, I saw three shows last weekend: Entertaining Mr. Sloane – Roundabout’s production with Arec Barwin. He plays a gay guy and has many of the same mannerisms he had in the SNL where he was Charles Nelson Riley on “Inside the Actor’s Studio” STOMP – Screaming at the band geek instincts in me, I had a lot of fun watching it. Blue Man Group – Even without Dr.

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To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness.~Woody AllenGrowing through the course

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A hack writer who would have been considered fourth rate in Europe, who tried out a few of the old proven 'sure-fire' literary skeletons with sufficient local color to intrigue the superficial and the lazy. ~William Faulkner on Mark Twain What do Debra Messing, Tate Donovan, Max Casella, Trey G*lp*n and Jason Bateman all have in common? On Thursday night, they were all in the same room. It

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Join the army. See the world. Meet interesting people …and kill them So it’s been just a little over a month since I moved to New York City. I know I’ve said it before, but it is astounding how quickly you get used to the hustle and bustle. Though I still carry a subway map with me, I haven’t looked at it in weeks. I have perfect timing for getting my metro card out just before I have to

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I made another funny!~Splinter, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the OozeEvery now and then, I think I’ll post about the little things about New York. Consider this the first of a series. Growing up, I, like every other young boy, loved the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Even in college, those blindfold-clad reptiles helped me keep all the great artists in order. (Yes, they were

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So I’m still sick, but I’m finally on antibiotics. Last night I got a terrible headache, feverish flashes and a bout of lonely depression. All side-effects of azithromycin. For self-therapy I wrote this. It’s an exhaustingly long post about everyone I could think of this weekend. I would feel sorry for making it so long, but I take comfort in the fact that most of you will just scroll down

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You cannot help but learn more as you take the world into your hands. Take it up reverently, for it is an old piece of clay, with millions of thumbprints on it. ~John Updike Clock in: 3:45am. The heater next to my bed is too hot. The open window is too cold. Yet these two will not compromise. They remain two extremes. There’s no way I’m going to sleep. So I got the news today. I

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Hey, everybody. If you haven't, you should go to my ShagearedHero page. It's more fun and I update it more often. That is all.

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Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes. ~Confucious One Acts are over. Forever. After having done 6 seasons, it’s a hard thing to let go. I know it’s just some short plays thrown together for a few laughs and an occasional Italian-directed drama, but it’s something that’s really become a part of me. I hadn’t really thought about it until closing night that this would be the

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You can only be young once. But you can always be immature. ~Dave Barry So, this was my big free day to do whatever I wanted. Possibly the last one of the semester. I don’t have any classes, and after my shift in the admissions office I was free from noon to 6. But Christy’s son got sick this morning and she had to run out and take him to the hospital. This left the office practically

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In the spirit of acclaimed dream journalist Steve Livengood: I know I’d been dreaming before this but the first thing I remember was being in this large house that was still under construction. Many of my friends were there, but they were all nondescript. Someone was eating pasta out what looked like an orange juice carton, but for pasta. He was apparently displeased and made Beth Leatherman

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In leiu of actually sitting down and blogging, here's a letter I wrote to my mother.So, a lot has happened. Enough to prevent me from being able to tell you because I’m busy almost all the time. 1. Major Barbara For my independent study, I was to stage manage Major Barbara. In order to do this I would either have to have a small part or none at all. But Mrs. Craig wanted me to audition

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Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.~Oscar WildeAllow me to make a plug for DirecWay satellite internet service: I would rather be using dial-up in an internet cafe in hell.So, no internet all summer, effectively cutting me off from the world as well as squelching my creative writing outlet. So what the heck has gone on this summer?I've been working for my dad. Not

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It's hot ~Trey, every day he gets upWell, I'm home. And I find I use that term very loosely.Intersession was pretty uneventful, as far as I can remember. I spent the second week reading Harry Potter and I got a B. However, I never want to think about anything chemistry-related ever again. I spent the entire last night packing so that I could leave immediately after my final, sacrificing that

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"Ever wonder if illiterate people get the full effect of alphabet soup?"~John MendosaIn the great tradition of Trey the Procrastinate, let me catch everyone up on life.Room DrawI was really stressed about it at the time. SL&L didn't give me the single on the Adel hall. I had to go to room draw just like everyone else. However, even with my crappy room draw number I got the single I wanted. So now

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I awoke this morning to the sound of my alarm clock going off for the fourth time.Stretching from my mass of sheets and blankets, I smashed the snooze button repeatedly muttering, "Stop trying to tell me about the chamber of secrets!"The Half Blood Prince can't come out soon enough...

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"I told my mother-in-law that my house was her house, and she said, 'Get the hell off my property!'" ~Joan Rivers Children’s Theatre grows ever-more-eminent. Tests are looming. Papers aren’t getting done. Food isn’t getting eaten. Sleep isn’t being had. Today sucks balls. Dirty ones. Cheap bouncy balls from the 25 cent machine in the front of the Grove City Wal-Mart. Balls that were lost

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At great risk of becoming one of those boring blogs that just gives you links to crappy survey websites:I am worth $2,204,680.00 on HumanForSale.com

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Sometimes when I reflect back on all the beer I drink I feel ashamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, 'It is better that I drink this beer and let their dreams come true than to be selfish and worry

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"On my first day in New York a guy asked me if I knew where Central Park was. When I told him I didn't he said, 'do you mind if I mug you here?'" ~Paul Merton It’s a new year and a new post. Sorry I haven’t done it in a while, but I really don’t care. Now read and enjoy. Post your accolades if you must. From my new home in Midway Kentucky, I had to take a bit of a trip into the big city

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I was at a medical examiner's office doing research for a magazine article I was working on, and they let me put on scrubs and watch an autopsy. What struck me was the music. The only fights the medical examiners ever have is over the radio -- it's just this little clock radio that's covered with blood. A 72-year-old man came in, and he was autopsied during a heavy metal mini-set, which

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There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts. - Charles Dickens I got really sick three days ago. I didn't go to Zerbe, because that place is useless. Instead, I've been self-medicating myself with an assortment of drugs, painkillers, herbal suppliments, vitamins and teas. I realize today that this was a mistake. After last night's rehearsal, I was pretty much

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I'm running way behind on all my work. I've been so involved in Once Upon a Mattress and making fun of Peroutka that I've let some of my schoolwork fall by the wayside. Sad, but true. Good news, I finally was able to campaign and make a quick $50. Then today's payday, so I'm going to the bank to try and make up for the $550 I'm spending on Theatre and Theology in January. Now, I know that

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Whenever I'm caught between two evils, I take the one I've never tried. - Mae West Greetings, friends. I apologize for leaving everyone out of my so-called life. Yes, there have been days where I am extremely busy, and all the other times I've been recuperating. But here I am, ready once again to bear my soul for the world. There are many experiences that all of humanity (except in one case,

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MONDAY: Merchant of Venice Quiz TUESDAY: Molecular Biology Quiz THURSDAY: 24-page pape due Persuasion Theory Test Film History and Theory Quiz Molecular Biology Test One Acts begin Meanwhile I have One Act Rehearsals, Musical Rehearsals, three labs and Opera Workshop. If you see me doing anything besides homework this week (that includes blogging) feel free to scold me. Don't expect to hear

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"Chaos Theory is a new theory invented by scientists panicked by the thought that the public were beginning to understand the old ones." - Mike Barfield I'm in class right now. I can't sit in my usual seat between Erin and Neil because Oak Moser decided to actually show up for class and asked my entire row to scoot over before I got there. So I'm pretty much alone on the other side of the room.

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"When I am dead, I hope it may be said: 'His sins were scarlet but his books were read." - Hilliare Belloc Time for change. Like the new look? Well, I don't care. Everything was personally manipulated with the old version, and it just got too hard to keep up with. This way, my every need is already catered to, and I can just deal with looking like everyone else. A golden straightjacket, if

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"I have a stepladder. It's a very nice stepladder but it's sad that I never knew my real ladder." - Craig Charles Coffee. Its effects are not what you would expect. After sitting at Eat 'n Park till 2:00 in the morning drinking 13 cups of coffee, I came to my room and went right to sleep. But then I woke up at 6:00 this morning. But it was all for the better. I was supposed to pay for parking

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"I smoke ten to fifteen cigars a day. At my age I have to hold on to something." - George Burns I just finished with Callbacks for Once Upon a Mattress. Then I took a shower. Now that I've committed to go to bed before midnight tonight, I will start a movie as soon as Charlie gets back. Callbacks were interesting. They only lasted four hours (a true miracle), and everyone seemed to have a

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Waiting is torture. I loathe auditions. Mrs. Craig neglected to tell us how we would find out about call backs. So now the lot of us sit in our rooms trying to distract ourselves, all the while seriously questioning how the last two nights have affected our lives. I've been to at least 4 different places in the past half hour, and nothing has helped. At this point I think Mrs. Craig is just

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"It takes 42 muscels to smile, so instead pick up your middle finger and say 'bite me' in a bitchy tone!" It's that time of the year again when classes begin to get into full swing and most of my time is spent auditioning and preparing for auditions. I've had 3 so far. I have 1 or 2 more to go. So far they've been relatively successful. To mix things up a bit I decided to go above and beyond

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"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia." - Charles Schultz I apologize. I know you were all waiting with bated breath, and because of me some of you passed out and hit your head on the corner of your coffee table from lack of oxygen. But I'm back and better than ever. Living in the new house and quitting my job facilitated the most relaxing week

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"Experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes." - Oscar Wilde From 'Lady Windemere's Fan' 1892 I just paid for liquid Tide with a hundred-dollar bill.  Apparently that's all my boss carries.  Lots of them. I got back from King's Island at about 2:00 this morning.  I had a really good time.  I don't think I'll ever go on a weekend or with a church group ever again.  It was so

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"Martyrdom: The only way a man can become famous without ability." - George Bernard ShawI told my dentist about my TMJ.  He told me he wouldn't do anything about it because he couldn't bear to put me through it: "The cure is most definetely worse than the disease."  So he sent me to Dick's Sporting Goods to buy a mouth guard.  I was reminded how out of place I am in a sporting goods store.  In

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