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So. basically. I have not been on this in two weeks because I forgot my log-on information. great. just completed the odyssey among my emails to recover all of this....

i think I should author a children's book. at some point. not right now.
Someone also told me, i dont remember who, but that I should be like a more refined perez hilton and have a show like the soup. that would be fun.

I missed class today :(
I didn't mean to, even though I had thought about it, but my phone is kind of jank, and thus the alarm shut off....on the bright side, I woke up to enjoy the weather, just not the classes.

I had quite the full weekend. Club with my best lezzy on saturday. She came over from atlanta, spent the night with her gay father and her in atlanta, It was glorious to get off campus for a hot minute.

Also had a winterguard competition with Alta Marea, youtube it: Alta Marea Winterguard, and look for winter's night, shotty angle, fantastic show.



I have decided, on that note, that I need youtube rehab. I am entirely too dependent on that for my entertainment.

I need to paint some more. I haven't done that in a while, but I just spent the last of my money on a hat and sunglasses.....oh well....I still have to find some to buy Lily Allen's cd tomorrow. Love her.

PS:

Did anyone check the grammys? If i get bored I will do a post of that.

the general

is far too long. I am very pro-old hollywood, and film history is great but this 3 hour class block is killing me. Furthermore I know I have played most of this score before, but I cannot for the life of me remember any of the song names....arrrgh.

by the way I am sitting in TCF 112. Because neither acting 1 not intro to conducting are fine arts....seriously. the university hates me sometimes.

I think I might transfer to new college....I want to be an english teaching band director who owns a combination hair salon/ dermatology clinic all at once....

sounds fool-proof, no?

nuff said.

the hat....be still my heart.

I had a fabulous blog idea....but then I saw a picture of aretha's hat...and I forgot all else.
yeah.
<3
Colin

beds....

are really comfortable. I have spent the majority of the day in mine. I love mine. In fact, it has somehow convinced me driving back down to TUscaloosa in the morning is a fantastic idea.

I got two notebooks, for morning pages and for the commonplace book. They are cute.

My sister is having a little girl which excotes me, moreso than a boy, because her husband wanted to give the boy a john deere nursery. Boo.

:)
Much Love,
Colin

gangsters, car trunks, and curtains

So.

This is my vis-a-vis morning page for the day, since I don't have a notebook, and I won't mind anyone reading this one.
Excuse typoes, I have yet to turn on a light.
I had the most bizarre dream...I woke up about an hour ago.....12.30....and decided more sleep was in order as I stayed up watching a movie last night as I am often wont to do...I watched sordid lves for like the fifteenth time this week...great movie based on a play by del shores. check it.

ANYWAY.....the remembered bits:

I was headed home with my sister, who is--dream and reality, 30, very tiny, very blonde, and quite pregnant. For some reason, our house had been turned into a crime scene, but we didn't care....I wanted to lay on mom's bed because it was comfortable and smelled nice, and where else would we stay? So we went to the house, and had to leave the doors open....because thats how they were and we didnt want people to know we were there....[?] but the house was still surrounded by activities that were never explicitly illegal but still struck me as supremely sketch....so we got there, and called my mother at her work to tell her....I stalled by talking about infomercials--the magic bullet?---while my sister picked up the other phone--it was yellow like the one at our house showing i do dream in color....--once on the phone, I told her we were safely home, and that I was in her room...to which she replied that we couldn't be there. but we were......throughout this dream, we kept looking out the windows, careful not to go into the room with translucent curtains [by the way, the house was perfectly my house in athens] as someone would see us and we would undeniably be shot or kidnapped--which is funny because a 6-1, 250 lb boy is kind of hard to kidnap but I digress on my size....so we kept looking out the window when we saw a delapitated black mustang parked next to mine, which is in great condition but occasionally a little dirty and we see our mother emerge from the trunk with something....I thought it was a spare tire, but we never really saw, because I woke up.


I really thought about going back to sleep, but I really need to get up and pack. Because me and my sister are going home today.....weird, right?

Strange Love,
Colin

I want to bask in the fabulous radiation

So.
I am seriously amused by the section of the artist's way in which they discuss reasons not to be an artist.

top 3:
If gay, I am afraid I will turn straight
I might catch cancer, AIDS, or the plague
I can't spell.

I am a bit deterred, not really, by the lack of testosterone in my class. I am a bit perplexed, however--honestly, by the fact that my creative writing class has about two girls in it. This is a weird environment for me...I am used to the estrogen. :)

I am a bit worried about that...I am really unsure how my writing aesthetic will be received in a male-dominated class, but I can deal with it.

Otherwise, I like this semester. Well Human Development could be more interesting, I am frankly not even sure what we study...aside from people are born, they develop, then die....how cheerful. On the bright side, I have made a friend in there...it is also a female dominated class...about 15 guys for a massive lecture class....am I taking feminine classes or is this just coinicidence.

well...I am waiting on some food, so I am going to go....wait? yeahhhh.....

Big Love,
Colin