Saturday, January 31, 2009

Celine...that sounded mean.

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I got a new i-pod yesterday!

My old one got stolen because I am in idiot and left my car unlocked at the stadium on a football game day. That was just asking for trouble. But I am sure everyone has heard that story a million times already because it’s all I have been talking about since it happened. Sorry everyone, I realize I can get annoying at times. I just don’t let things go sometimes. I hope the *%&%$ who stole my pod is enjoying it, especially the back where my name was engraved with love by my mother so many Christmases ago.

But now all is well in the land once more because I have a new pod. I named it Celine after a friend of mine who gave me a $100 gift card to best buy for Christmas just for driving her around all marching band season. Her name is not really Celine (duh), I just call her that sometime because she is an amazing singer.

Completely unrelated topic time. Nicole (the roommate) convinced me to this Indoor Color Guard this semester, and today we actually got things done at practice. We have all the drill done for the show and half the work. It’s an Alice in Wonderland show (Nicole is Alice) and it is shaping up to be awesome. I complain about going to practices and claim that I want to quit all the time, but in the end I am glad to be a card in Nicole’s Wonderland.

The music is intense and the work is challenging. I have not been challenged in a guard show in a while. Not to sound like a snob or anything, but besides rifle last season of marching band (aka worst thing ever) I usually can get work pretty easily. This stuff is so different than any work I have ever done; I’m not picking it up as quickly as I usually do. Honestly, after doing guard for 8 years in a row, its sort of great being challenged, but on the other hand its frustrating. I am glad my last season of Guard ever is actually making me think. I like thinking.


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I am sitting in the Creative Arts Center (working, hahahah what a laugh) watching the sun set outside. I always get a good view of the sunsets from this building. There is a grand piano sitting outside the door of the gallery I am sitting in. I really want to go play it. I keep forgetting I can’t play.

I just typed ‘forgetting’ as ‘forgezzxing.’ I should just leave all my typos. It might make this funnier to read but at times imposable to read. I will consider it.

I love weekends. Even if they are busy.

I really really really really hope the Stealers loose the Super Bowl. Still, I probably won’t watch it. I will tune in for Bruce at halftime, but that’s about it.

My blog has 4 whole followers! Isn’t that exciting? I certainly think so.

I will leave you tonight with one last picture…


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I would marry Seth Rogan tomorrow if he did not smoke so much pot. James Franco is also adorable. Seth Rogan can get away with making movies about anything and they always turn out funny with a tad of heart sprinkled in. Gotta admire that, at least a little.

I am going to go read. Love it.

“Saul: How about in the park, when I said you were my friend... you didn't say anything back.
Dale: Well, that's easy. It's because we're not friends. You are my drug dealer. The only reason I know you is because I like the drugs you sell. If you didn't sell drugs, I would have no idea who you are, and I wouldn't be here right now. I would be fantastic!
Saul: Oh…
Dale: I'm sorry, that sounded really mean... just to hear that, that sounded really mean.”


~major7th~

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Jeff Goldblum

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Can you see the Dinosaur eating Nicole’s purse?

My little brother had a green stuffed dinosaur when he was little, still has it actually. Deno is his name, he is super cute. My brother loved his neck almost in half, now he lives in a wooden crate on his bed at home. Deno is still cute, but has seen better days. The fabric on his neck is so thin you can see the stuffing inside of him. His skin is turning clear, not a good sign. Mom could always fix anything we ever ripped or needed sewn, but I don’t think there is much hope for Deno’s neck, unless she gives him a new one. As long as he stays in that wooden crate I think he is safe.

I am reading Jurassic Park in my SiFi class at the moment, which is why I have Dinosaurs on the brain. On the first day of class I said that I ‘love SiFi’ and my Professor went off about how he hates when people use that term when talking about Science Fiction. He said that whenever he hears the genre referred to as SiFi it is usually in reference to how stupid, nerdy or unworthy it is as literature. Little does he know, I use the term with love and devotion. My favorite movie is Star Wars, Return of the Jedi. I have seen Jurassic Park more times than I can count. I was freaken Princess Leia for Halloween and ran around the streets of New York City in costume for most of the day for peat sake. Therefore, I shall continue to refer to my favorite genre of books, movies and media as SiFi. Professors don’t know everything.

Someone told me recently that they did not believe in Dinosaurs because they seem too big and fantastical to have ever existed. I can’t remember for the life of me who said that.

Here’s another guy I think of when I think of Dinosaurs;


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“Life finds a way.”

Hotness.

I hope readers do not expect these blogs to ever have a point because I assure you they do not.

I am applying to grad schools, MFA programs to be specific, anyone else? Raise your hands high. It’s a pain, and I don’t think I will get in anywhere because the writing sample I am sending all my schools is a children’s story about magic. If the person who is reading my stuff happens to not like magic (if such a person exists), it’s all over. When I imagine actually being in grad school, incase I do get in, I can’t. It’s all too grown up to imagine. Too big. Larger than life. Like dinosaurs. Except I so believe in dinosaurs.

I am going to sleep. More later.
“And all that jazz.”

~major7th~

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

bloody snow angles

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It snowed today. I mean, it really snowed. I had to literally dig my car out of the snow to get to my first and only class today (puppetry) that ended up being canceled. Now I am sitting in the CAC in the art galleries at work and watching the Red Cross set up a blood drive in the lobby. The Red Cross has called me three times in the last three days; luckily I saved their number so I have yet to talk to them. Its not that I don’t want to give blood, I just don’t have any time these days (like now, I’m working right?) and I am running out of excuses. Vampires.

I am spending my last semester of college swimming through snow, dodging the Red Cross, making puppets, pretending I can read music in two music classes and writing about a depressed little boy.

Another thing is watching movies. I somehow convinced my room mate Nicole to go see The Reader and Revolutionary Road (she actually wanted to see that one) this weekend which = awesome weekend. Both were fantastic, I cannot believe Revolutionary Road was not nominated for an Oscar. Kate and Leo as you have never seen them before. The Reader was fantastic as well, almost exactly like the book which is always a plus. The boy playing young Michael Berg, David Kross was just adorable. I am a fan.

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Oh such beautiful people.

I almost saw an old woman die last night. I was in this very building as usual, downstairs in the music department about to go into room 200B for my Chorus class (one of the places I pretend to read music). I just walked down the stairs that go into the classroom, a big yellow room with tall ceilings and cloth covered blocks on the walls to make everything sound just right, when I heard a scream. I turned around in the door way and I see this old women in mid air, falling. By time I got inside the stair way she was crumpled on the floor at the bottom of the two flights of stairs she fell down, groaning a little and not moving. There was a guy already at her side asking the obvious question with an obvious answer “Oh my god, are you all right?” Of course she is not alright, she is like 100 and she just fell down the stairs!
I yelled inside the classroom for some help, but yells from me sound like whispers so I had to actually go tap someone on the shoulder. The equipment manager of the marching band was the first person I saw, and luckily the perfect person. I managed to get out what happened and he was on the scene, helping her up slowly and putting her into a chair I found for her. There was blood on the floor. She was bleeding through leg of her jeans. For some reason she was smiling.

The rest of class went by with out any problems. I love singing, even if I can’t well. Those old women can sing circles around me, but I don’t mind.

Back to grad school applications. Blogs happen on snow days.

“Because the radio will still play loud,
Songs that we heard as our guards came down.”

major7th

Monday, January 26, 2009

The Birthday Song

Nicole and I wrote a song for our friend Hayley for her Birthday yesterday. Here it is in all its glory.

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The Birthday Song
Maria & Nicole


Happy Birthday Hayley,
I’m taking a poetry class.
My poems are pretty scaly,
some may put them in the trash.

Happy Birthday Hayley,
poetry is not my cup of tea.
I struggle with it daily,
everyone would agree.

Happy Birthday Hayley,
you are 21 today!
Go out and get trashed gaily,
whatever adventures may come your way!

Happy Birthday Hayley,
here’s to your 21st year!
This poem would sound good with a ukulele,
play it loud for all to hear!

Happy Birthday Hayley,
your name is hard to rhyme.
So give me a break Hayley,
because nothing rhymes with rhyme.


Rhymes may not be the tea for me,
but they can be for you.
Here is a birthday gift from me,
tea for you for two!


(Nicole would just like for it to be known that her original poem was much shorter and cuter, but then Maria took control. Anyway, Happy Birthday, Hayley!)
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Now we can all see why I do not write poetry. The "I" in this poem is really Nicole, because she is the one in a poetry class and not me. her original poem was like 5 lines, but then I got carried away on Rythmzone.com and it turned into this. It happens.
So anyway, I think I want to start up this blog again. It seems like the cool thing to do these days, not that I have always enjoyed what everyone else things is cool. However this time I think I would have to agree with the general public and say that Blogs seem sort of neat. That, and if I ever get published, my publishing company may or may not ask for my Blog address. Just in case, I will be ready.
I better get to class, more later.
"Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe"
~major7th
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