Not a Good Combination!

Spike and Buffy getting it on + The new Christina Aguilera song "Woohoo" + Chatting with a boy +An already sexually frustrated me = Spontaneous combustion

I want to photograph this man.

Notes to Self

(My abs hurt- hurt so good!) I promise myself that I'll continue this workout regime-working out while watching Buffy episodes.
I promise myself that I will wake up before 11 o'clock every morning. No sleeping in until 2 o'clock in the afternoon for me! No, sir! (From now on I'll put my alarm clock across the room so that I have no choice but to get up out of bed).
I promise to write- hopefully to finish Car Parts, hopefully to begin and finish a script for a short.
I promise to read for both school and myself.
I promise to college search.
I promise to enjoy life and value my summer.

Boys on the Brain

Wallowing; I want a romance.

:D
Mood elated after seeing these!
Bill as Elvis, Jimmy Hendrix, and Buddy Holly.

Amen

"Just when you finally figure out what you're doing in the world, you have to start worrying about what you've done." - Bill Murray

Saving A Space

Jesse Lacey, let this space be a home for you. I promise, when I get the time, I will fill it up with my dedication to you and your music.

A Word to the Wise/Free Formist Poetry

In school we had to compose a poem on the bases of the words "I am from." If I had mine, I would transcribe it here, however, I did not go to classes at the end of the year so... uh... it's in my writing folder somewhere in school. In the poem I basically wrote:
I am from salts-
the salts of a perspiring child in a warm car,
the salts of the mashed potatoes my father told me not to eat,
the salts of the darkroom's photo sensitive paper.
I am from light-
the light that hits your eyes as you leave the theater,
the light that exposes my frames of film
(the light from something else I can't remember right now!)
I am from humor-
(the humor of something related to Bill Murray, Demetri Martin, and someone else I can't remember right now!)
I am from comfort-
(insert something about comfort here... can't remember!)


For the most part, I enjoyed writing the free form-ey poem.
So here's something else I've been working on during the late nights I've spent in the humid forest that is the Poconos.


I am a realist,
with ideal aspirations.
I am a sweet sounding soprano,
who pines after deep "Michael C. Hall" voices.
I am crushing on funny boys and charming men,
neither of which are ever what they appear to be.
And now, I am in the forest with wet, curly hair,
taking day time naps and morning walks,
awaking in the mornings from a splendid slumber.
I am a stalker in the kitchen,
viewing the everlasting romance,
the flowers in vases,
the kisses and playful words from a grandfather to a grandmother.
I am myself and I am all those who surround me.
I am an influenced influencer.