HI GUYS
I'm writing an extra blog this week for them extra credit points, ja feel? (respond: ja definitely feel)
So my show opened & has been getting some pretty rave reviews. That's awesome, yeah?
Billy (my boyfriend) came to the show last night. That was really nice! I took him out to dinner at Roadhouse (I was gonna take him to Martel's but they were closed & he insisted I take him to Roadhouse since I currently have a discount). Saying bye is always a lil sad. I'm seeing him next in another 2 weeks. So that's not that far away. Still it's a little bit sad that he doesn't get to spend every night. BUUUT I digress
So Fourth Coast has this stuff called "Witch's Brew" right now, yeah? It's fricking chai mixed with fricking apple cider. Like, fricking stop. Just stop right now. Can anything get any better? Oh, Lord, it's so yummy, & I have already had two of them today.
Also, I'm really awful at getting sad & spending money. Like someone please never let me have a card again, yeah? I now have $13 till next payday (the Tuesday after the upcoming one) cos I decided I needed more clothes, cos I was sad Billy was leaving. But that's okay! I've lived longer on less.
People say we look like Neil Patrick Harris & David Burtka. That's fun. :)
I guess that's it
Bye, y'all! Have a positive week! I gotta watch a movie for this analysis I completely forgot we had to write! WHOOPS
love & positive thoughts & smiles & cute samoyed puppies
^ a few of my favorite things
P.S. Why are cishet boys so against pumpkin spice? Why can't they be against, like, I dunno, date rape drugs?
BYE
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Hello
WMU's HR/payroll is a huuuuuge biyatch to figure out. But I just cashed my check so it's fine now.
My show opens on Friday! So that's cool. I'm excited to finally be in front of an audience, cos the show is very definitely ready. Our first audience will technically be on Thursday, which is a sponsor show. Representatives from local businesses that sponsored the show/theatre will be coming out to watch our final dress-tech rehearsal before opening tomorrow.
I'm kind of bummed that y'all watched Carrie when I was sick and missed class -- I love that movie! I actually just watched it last weekend, though. I'm assuming you watched the original one (read, the good one/the only one that truly matters). I was sick, so that sucked.
My boyfriend is coming to see my show this weekend! I'm very excited. Four more sleeps! :)
Today, one of my favorite professors told me I'd be an excellent parent. That made me very happy. I want to have a family someday so badly.
That's all folks! Peace out
My show opens on Friday! So that's cool. I'm excited to finally be in front of an audience, cos the show is very definitely ready. Our first audience will technically be on Thursday, which is a sponsor show. Representatives from local businesses that sponsored the show/theatre will be coming out to watch our final dress-tech rehearsal before opening tomorrow.
I'm kind of bummed that y'all watched Carrie when I was sick and missed class -- I love that movie! I actually just watched it last weekend, though. I'm assuming you watched the original one (read, the good one/the only one that truly matters). I was sick, so that sucked.
My boyfriend is coming to see my show this weekend! I'm very excited. Four more sleeps! :)
Today, one of my favorite professors told me I'd be an excellent parent. That made me very happy. I want to have a family someday so badly.
That's all folks! Peace out
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Friday Post Re: Class 9/17
This is a day late. Wifi was being weird, and I hope I can get at least partial credit. ANYWAY.
I'll start this off with a funny story: I came to the cancelled class. Woops. I thought I'd missed some kind of relocation memo. You think as a sophomore, I'd know this stuff, but I guess not yet. Huh.
I don't really have many questions regarding class this week, other than where to begin with my narrative.
I really, really love writing. What I don't necessarily love is starting to write. Like, how do you? What am I supposed to write about? A person or place that affected me? That's so broad! Which is probably the point. But nevertheless! Where does one begin? There are places I remember... please, someone catch my lyrical reference.
I guess I'll write about grammar as far as narratives or other personal writings go... It is my personal belief that the importance of 'proper' grammar is very subjective depending on what genre of writing you're in. Generally, I think it's only really essential for formal writing. If you're doing a poem, fwoomp- it's out the window. A narrative? Ehhhhh. You'll want to observe some general structuring and organizational ideas but really the point of a narrative is your voice and getting that across. Almost no one talks in 100% Bonafide, Certified, Free-Of-Err English. So, why would we write a narrative as such? That being said, punctuation is still necessary, but whether the rules of it are to be as strictly followed in a narrative or blog post as opposed to an essay is kind of up to interpretation. There's a specific way I form my sentences, and as a result, I pick and choose grammar and punctuation that reflects my voice rather than for being 'proper.' I don't know where this is coming from; I just don't have any questions really regarding last class.
Guess that's it, y'all.
Peace & blessings
I'll start this off with a funny story: I came to the cancelled class. Woops. I thought I'd missed some kind of relocation memo. You think as a sophomore, I'd know this stuff, but I guess not yet. Huh.
I don't really have many questions regarding class this week, other than where to begin with my narrative.
I really, really love writing. What I don't necessarily love is starting to write. Like, how do you? What am I supposed to write about? A person or place that affected me? That's so broad! Which is probably the point. But nevertheless! Where does one begin? There are places I remember... please, someone catch my lyrical reference.
I guess I'll write about grammar as far as narratives or other personal writings go... It is my personal belief that the importance of 'proper' grammar is very subjective depending on what genre of writing you're in. Generally, I think it's only really essential for formal writing. If you're doing a poem, fwoomp- it's out the window. A narrative? Ehhhhh. You'll want to observe some general structuring and organizational ideas but really the point of a narrative is your voice and getting that across. Almost no one talks in 100% Bonafide, Certified, Free-Of-Err English. So, why would we write a narrative as such? That being said, punctuation is still necessary, but whether the rules of it are to be as strictly followed in a narrative or blog post as opposed to an essay is kind of up to interpretation. There's a specific way I form my sentences, and as a result, I pick and choose grammar and punctuation that reflects my voice rather than for being 'proper.' I don't know where this is coming from; I just don't have any questions really regarding last class.
Guess that's it, y'all.
Peace & blessings
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Friday Post Re: Class 9/8, 9/10
We are (in case you didn't know) (you probably know) required to write 2 blogs weekly, and one - due on Friday - has to be about any questions we have regarding class.
On a purely comprehensive level, I have more or less understood we've done in class. But I do have a question to poise.
Before reading this, please don't read this as a criticism of the course or instructor. That's not it at all. It's more a criticism of society, I guess.
I wonder why we feel the need to gather information about race, gender, and sexual orientation from the narratives unless they are specifically relevant to the piece. Obviously, 'getting to know' the narrator is important, but personally I have a non-binary gender identity that I feel are not necessarily important to relate to the humanity that I present in my narrative.
I say this mainly because the person who read my narrative pinned me down as a "straight woman." This doesn't bother me at all. It also wouldn't bother me if I was thought to be a "gay man." I really couldn't care less, but I feel that information is irrelevant to my narrative. I am completely comfortable being referred to with she/her, they/them and he/him pronouns, as I feel my gender is not as important as my humanity. So I wonder why do we have to feel we know someone's gender to know them?
I am male bodied. I am dating a cisgender, gay man. I identify in a way specifically tailored to myself, and it's something I don't ask anyone else to understand. To acknowledge, yes, but not to fully understand. As a matter of fact, I don't want anyone to. That is something I have constructed myself and something I'm very confident in.
Generally, I feel I can be known as a person, especially through my writing, with or without any indication as to orientation, sex, or gender identity. I do refer to my boyfriend in my writing. That's all I feel is truly important.
If you're interested, look up the poem "Gender is a Universe" by Lacey Roop.
Thanks for letting me indulge myself.
:)
On a purely comprehensive level, I have more or less understood we've done in class. But I do have a question to poise.
Before reading this, please don't read this as a criticism of the course or instructor. That's not it at all. It's more a criticism of society, I guess.
I wonder why we feel the need to gather information about race, gender, and sexual orientation from the narratives unless they are specifically relevant to the piece. Obviously, 'getting to know' the narrator is important, but personally I have a non-binary gender identity that I feel are not necessarily important to relate to the humanity that I present in my narrative.
I say this mainly because the person who read my narrative pinned me down as a "straight woman." This doesn't bother me at all. It also wouldn't bother me if I was thought to be a "gay man." I really couldn't care less, but I feel that information is irrelevant to my narrative. I am completely comfortable being referred to with she/her, they/them and he/him pronouns, as I feel my gender is not as important as my humanity. So I wonder why do we have to feel we know someone's gender to know them?
I am male bodied. I am dating a cisgender, gay man. I identify in a way specifically tailored to myself, and it's something I don't ask anyone else to understand. To acknowledge, yes, but not to fully understand. As a matter of fact, I don't want anyone to. That is something I have constructed myself and something I'm very confident in.
Generally, I feel I can be known as a person, especially through my writing, with or without any indication as to orientation, sex, or gender identity. I do refer to my boyfriend in my writing. That's all I feel is truly important.
If you're interested, look up the poem "Gender is a Universe" by Lacey Roop.
Thanks for letting me indulge myself.
:)
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Mobile Post #1 -- Gratitude
So, fun story, guys. In case you weren't listening when she went over the assignment sheet, Mickey says we can get extra credit. And I am all about that life. So I'm gonna post on here all the freaking time. Y'all ready? Okay.
I had a really bad day. And one thing about me: it takes a lot for me to admit it's been a bad day, because I typically don't allow bad stuff to infiltrate my mood. So that means today has been really, really awful. So I guess I wanna take some time to write a list of some things I'm thankful for. These are in no specific order.
I am so thankful to be cast in a show right now. Last year as a freshman, I spent the majority of my first semester without any artistic projects to indulge myself with. It quickly became a very dark time filled with reliance on some toxic things and people that I am really glad I have been able to expel from my life.
I am so glad that my mental well-being is so stable and positive.
I am so grateful to have a loving and supporting God to believe in. Though it's sometimes hard to have faith, I know that He is always there for me. There have been many times throughout my life that I have doubted my beliefs about God and His existence. I now finally have the strength to know what I believe and how I believe it, and that growth is something I can thank only God and myself for.
I'm beyond grateful to have a loving and supportive family.
My sense of self and identity is beyond my years. I'm thankful.
I have a really incredible boyfriend (I know that's kind of cliché) who is just… amazing. Yeah. He's pretty good to me. I'm going to see him this weekend - he goes to Oakland - and it's been a little while. I am so freaking excited. You don't even know. And there was a time this trip started to look like it wouldn't work out so I am really, really, really SO thankful that it is going to happen.
I'm proud of myself for being a first-generation student and to be currently balancing 17 credit hours, a show, and my first job along with a social life. Kind of. It's a liiiittle imbalanced. But it'll work for now.
I'm thankful that puppies and bears exist. Like oh my god. How cool that I live in a world with those balls of fluff. Instruction to classmates: Please show me any pictures of cute animals you ever come across. (Also, don't. I might cry).
Wow, I feel a lot better already.
:)
Required Introductory Post
Hey, y'all.
I'm Aaron. I don't wanna put my last name on this blog, cos in my career field it's really important for your name to be spotless when googled. I figure there's enough Aarons in the world that I can get away with this, but in case of emergency, you may refer to me as "White Leopard."
I'm 18 years old, gender non-binary (any pronoun is cool, but preference goes to they/them or he/him), I'm a sophomore Music Theatre Performance major, and yeah that's it.
If you want to see me in a show, let me know, cos I can tell you how to get tickets & all.
I like dogs, & I like cookie dough.
Thaaaaaaaat's all, folks!
This is kind of a negative post. I had a bad day. Usually, I'm all about them positive vibes. I'll be a very happy blogger. Maybe I'll blog a lot of puppies.
I'm Aaron. I don't wanna put my last name on this blog, cos in my career field it's really important for your name to be spotless when googled. I figure there's enough Aarons in the world that I can get away with this, but in case of emergency, you may refer to me as "White Leopard."
I'm 18 years old, gender non-binary (any pronoun is cool, but preference goes to they/them or he/him), I'm a sophomore Music Theatre Performance major, and yeah that's it.
If you want to see me in a show, let me know, cos I can tell you how to get tickets & all.
I like dogs, & I like cookie dough.
Thaaaaaaaat's all, folks!
This is kind of a negative post. I had a bad day. Usually, I'm all about them positive vibes. I'll be a very happy blogger. Maybe I'll blog a lot of puppies.
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