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[Jul. 30th, 2007|01:19 am] |
This summer I've been blown off by a girl obsessed with anime, a girl a year older than me who is moving back to Colorado, and a girl who texted messaged me last night telling me she was sorry for leading me on.
I need to get down to the coast. Or at least not die alone. |
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[May. 28th, 2007|03:12 pm] |
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Nearly a year after posting my last entry... cool.
I have a job, but life, even in Jackson over the summer, can be upsetting...
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[Jun. 3rd, 2006|01:22 am] |
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I haven't entered in this bitch for a good while...
I can't really begin to describe how great of a time I had during my 2 semesters at Millsaps... my G-d. After the 20-something papers I wrote over the semesters, the people I became close to, the established intellectuals that I listened to, a break-up, and a Purple Bathtub, I am brought to feeling sorry for anyone who believes that High School was the best time of their life.
And then it suddenly ends. The work and the play I experienced in Jackson, the friends, the lifestyle... suddenly stops. Like an abrupt stop with a red light that catches you off-guard. I'm told the people I've surrounded myself with for 8 months won't be back for 4 months, and to make due. Naturally, one would return to those he kept close with prior to the great journey. But what to do when, outside of family, there's not much to go back to? As with your own lifestyle, they became secondary players when you left, and know you're left seeing and feeling the neglect they felt in your absence. Can you blame them? There just living life, as you were. They clearly tell you that they, too, have changed, as has their own social scene.
I need to party. Bad. I just want to be around the sons of bitches, sober or not sober, but out of these confines of my home. I've been earning great money, but I just don't feel happy... the only happiness I've felt is anticipation... Saturday night will be a night spent with some of my more narc-y H.S. compadres with X-Men 3, and Monday is PJ's Coffee with someone I wanted to know better but didn't. Some good will come to my feet before my 10-day expedition of visitation beginning June 8th... |
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[Sep. 14th, 2005|11:25 am] |
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Made a formal write-up of my expedition to my homeland. Good times.
I just finished writing a deal for Figueroa. It's sexy, but not as good as this.
DOSSIER: AN EXTENDED WEEKEND IN SOUTH MISSISSIPPI
COMPOSED BY MATTHEW P. BLACK, esq.
On Friday, September 9th, I drove into the county that I call my home: Harrison County, MS. I knew immediately that the stories of this place looking like a war zone were not too far from the truth; immediately, I saw buildings destroyed by trees, cars left on the side of the road from hold-ups, military vehicles going back and forth through areas, the scattered power trucks. It wasn’t until I drove into Gulfport when it all hit me. Traffic lights were gone, the parking lot to one of the biggest shopping centers on the coast were filled with Hummers, National Guardsmen, and mounds of clothing.
I had never seen the power plant on Cowan-Lorraine so lit up... driving off of I-10, I saw huge traveling-fair style tents housing plant workers from around the country, surrounded by trucks from Georgia to Minnesota. As I made the turn to a friend’s home off Cowan, I saw the checkpoint that hid the population from the destruction south of the traintracks.
The next morning, I awoke to an old man in a tree with a chainsaw. I was in awe at the sight of tree and branch piles bigger than the homes behind them. On the ride back on I-10 to my home, it was billboard after billboard mangled and obstructed. My brother laughed at how normal it is for him to drive over fallen power lines and under looming trees almost completely uprooted from their base in the earth. My sister told me how women are looked down upon if they’re wearing makeup in such a hectic time. Our governor Haley Barbour put it precise when he said the Gulf Coast “looked like Hiroshima after the atomic bomb was dropped.”
With the knowledge of the destruction of my house, it was easier for me to deal with the sight of carpet, makeup, rugs, and TVs in the front yard that still reeked of sewage and saltwater. When I got there, I immediately began helping remove 4 feet of drywall from the floor up and the insulation still soaked in disgusting mud.
Sometime that day, Lindsey showed up. We hugged, kissed, hugged and kissed some more... the past 3 weeks of not seeing each other sucked major, but that was how it was. She informed me that she’ll be moving to Washington State sometime soon (she had already told me about her decision prior), leaving me still confused and afraid. She left the home sour, but there was little I could do but get back to work.
My first MRE was also an adventure... as tasty as mine proved to be, I could see how eating crackers that double as shingles and peanut butter that you have to make solid again could get old rather quickly. It was around this time when I noted how abundant supplies were. On my porch, we had ample water, ample MREs, and various supplies of other foods and clothing. My mother, proud of what she was able to save, still had collections of cloths that were (and still are) being given away at sites north and south of I-10. I’ve heard rumors that shelters have already begun telling people to stop sending water and clothing, due to the magnanimous amounts already donated. My fellow Americans, you have done well.
As calm and collected I may have been in regards to my home, all that was thrown out the door in 15 minutes of silence as I toured the site of my grandparents’ home... I had known the size of the destruction and what I could have expected to see, but I don’t believe it was possible for anyone to not be a little emotional and thunderstruck at the sight of my grandparents living in their carport during the days and upstairs during the nights. Solid brick walls that once separated the domestic home life from mother nature were beaten and ravaged, left in piles on one side of the house. The porch we all would go on whenever fireworks were present for New Years and the 4th of July has been ripped from the home. My Uncle Harry’s room, once filled with the smell of dog and the sight of vintage Star Wars figurines, now was under 3 inches of muck. I had heard my mother say she saw one of my grandmother’s goldfish from her pond now in the ditch adjacent to Menge Avenue.
That leads me to another point: This was no ‘flood’ brought by rains... the natural disaster that hit was an irrational, uncontrollable tidal surge, at least in South MS and Slidell. Flash Floods are uncommon in the locations hit hardest by the hurricane. The water that came into my family’s homes were in there for only hours, then completely receded into oblivion. The waters came from the South, not the rivers and creeks.
One of the stories told concerned a giant wooden tub that showed up in my grandparents front yard. Apparently, it was a hot tub they had back in Minden that my Aunt Sue had refused to give back... divine intervention, we jokingly called. My parents also poke fun at all the MRE Boxes and towers of water bottles my grandparents have horded.
Reports concerning Cat Island, one of Mississippi’s Barrier Islands, noted that gone from the isle are several of the campsites and the entire population of white-tail deer, some bodies seen on the beaches of Pass Christian. One man who owns a camp there noted that the raccoons are still there, as well as new visitors - 12 Coast Guard boats from Louisiana. The watermark was at 25 feet.
Another concerning story came from an emergency meeting. At the time, the announced deaths in Mississippi had been 183 when a Catholic bishop attempted to instigate mobs by demanding an answer to why nothing has been said about the 1000 Vietnamese missing who lived in Point Cadet, now completely obliterated. I’m waiting for a follow-up to this story.
Is it that impossible to think of this as some sort of blessing for the Coast? The casualties, now at 218 for Mississippi, seen in this natural disaster cannot be seen as a blessing, that is evident in the morals and ethics of Western Civilization. Photo albums, home movies, graduation diplomas, and marriage certificates have been destroyed. Temporary housing is needed for nearly all of the 8500 residents of Pass Christian. But with the destruction comes the joys of rebirth. The supplies the world has blessed us with are truth that even with the most-generous state slammed, the planet can still hold its own. The insurance companies will not be allowed to use the standard loopholes to deny people coverage they need in what has been deemed the worst natural disaster the country has seen since Galveston was first obliterated or with Hurricane Camille destroying the coast once before.
The population of the Mississippi Gulf Coast soared following the destruction seen in the 60s with Hurricane Camille, and I have no doubts that with our Casinos still on-board for rebuilding, our population will grow. |
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[Jun. 30th, 2005|02:28 am] |
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Okay, I'm an asshole, haven't updated this thing in over a month, yaddayaddayadda.
Life's been mighty fine for me. I still lack employment, Lakeshore Choral Camp was the finest one in years, and Millsaps Challenge kicked several types of asses. It stunk leaving early, but the flipside to that... got to see my LinLin >). Monday, I received a letter, stating I had been awarded a $4000 scholarship, thus putting me $500 in the Green for College... yes, hotness indeed. I got a letter from Kappa Sigma about a retreat this weekend, but I'm 95% sure I'm not going... but
Challenge, though very much more like a summer camp, has me excited for pre-reg in July (where hopefully I'll be on the floor with Hugh the Badass(who entered into the Valhalla Badass Wing for allowing me to use his NetRes account to get magic T3 onto Mickey the Laptop) and Super-RA John Russell)and my new life starting August 23rd as a (straight) theatre major while studying Pre-Law.
"GASP! Matthew... you know what you're saying is, in the least bit, rather paradoxial!"
"Well Mr. President, I work well with paradoxes... paradoxen... paradies... parodies... para-screw it."
So yeah, I have a hot laptop with 1400 songs on it after weeks and weeks of uploading, refusing Cam's indie mess, and robbing people's CDs for 12 minutes. It sucks, though, with my old computer being 10 different types of dead, but that will come after The Volvo is done, I confiscate a cellular device, and I acquire the Holy Grail.
I used too many parentheses in that paragraph up there. You know which one.
I gave blood today, and Lin's off in the rainy paradise of Pensacola, FL. I miss her.
Edit: http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=MasterNinja_ness
I'm way too restless, yet tired. |
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[May. 18th, 2005|10:52 am] |
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LJ Friends Meme by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) coolerq• You must tell 20 people about this game.
• Lindsey is the one that you love.
• Katherine is one you like but can't work out.
• You care most about Tristan.
• Cameron is the one who knows you very well.
• Mom is your lucky star.
• Kalinka is the song that matches with Lindsey.
• Monkey Wrench is the song for Katherine.
• Isn't it a Pity is the song that tells you most about YOUR mind.
• and Morning Star is the song telling you how you feel about life
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[Apr. 28th, 2005|10:27 pm] |
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"A fiddler on the roof. Sounds crazy, no?"
PASS CHRISTIAN PUBLIC SCHOOL CHOIRS PRESENTS...
FIDDLER ON THE ROOF, Jr.
May 7th at 7PM, May 8th at 3PM at the Pass Christian High School Colliseum (cough*Gym*cough) General Admission $8
So now I guess you have some idea of what I've spent the last month and a half on... in only 6 weeks, I've seen what would have been no musical at all transform into perhaps the greatest stage production that school has ever seen in its old-ass history. Then again, not many things at all that were good were ever put on in this district, so saying it's the GREATEST... eh, not that impressive.
BUT IT'S STILL A DAMN GOOD SHOW!
Cameron Black as MOTEL, Chris Boudreaux as PERCHIK, Jennifer Wright as HODEL, Tristan T. Ruspoli as THE CONSTABLE, Kat Magana as YENTE, Fritz Hamilton as LAZAR WOLF, Dako Dauner as THE RABBI... it has the possibility of rocking your entire socks off., at the least. Sure, one could look at it like I failed at getting "BAT BOY: The Musical" done at PCHS, but there's still time to be the first in the state of Mississippi to do it... precious, precious time. But for now, "Fiddler on the Roof jr." may stand the test of time as one of the Coolest Musicals to Leave High School With Award.
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Graduation is almost here... I can smell the smell of relatives from the woodworks (not Collins Woodworks) coming out to our regal little graduation ceremony in their blue-jean shorts after a busy day of cleaning a pool for the summer.
Also since I last updated, I was in "Wizard of Oz", which after it all, I had a lot more fun with it than I thought I was. I gots to be a Tin Man, in a really hot and heavy suit of armor that has convinced me to change my name to Charlamagne. Okay, maybe just add it as a middle name. "Matthew Charlamagne Perry Black!"... nope, doesn't work.
Did I mention I have $26,000 for Millsaps? Don't know, but that's mighty worthy of mentioning again. I want to replace some of that, though, with scholarships rather than student loans they've offered me. Student Loans frighten me like no one's biznazz. Hopefully some of those applications for scholarships I've sent in will pull through... just hopefully. Senior pictures could be on their way, too...
Feeling tired, written enough as it is... or have I?!
Things with Lindsey have been fantastic beyond anything I thought it could be. I've been more broke than usual these past few weeks, thus not being able to treat her to special little things like I used to do rather frequently, but I blame a combination of Fiddler/Oz/Brokeness/Capitalism/Tired-ness, but she's been so understanding about it, and has been just fantastic these past few months. Making me breakfast, buying me food at Subway... I feel incredibly lazy, but I know I will do great things for her once I start up a job at Winn Dixie(!) Yes, you heard right, Blackness has ruled out self-employment and will succumb to the economics of a Winn Dixie satellite in Pass Christian, MS. Well, that's the battle plan, and like most of my plans, it will be changed up frequently and annoying to no end until I go "SCREW THIS!" But yeah, a job at Winn Dixie could provide me with the capital to try and support myself up and do great things for the future for Lin and me. I love that woman like a madman. She's so wonderful...
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[Mar. 12th, 2005|08:01 am] |
Your Brain is 46.67% Female, 53.33% Male |
Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female
You are both sensitive and savvy
Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed
But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve |
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[Feb. 14th, 2005|03:59 pm] |
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Okay, it's successfully been more than 2 weeks since I last updated. YES!
Life's been moving steadily along... my auditions at Millsaps went much better than I was hoping. Both were pretty unstressful, and at the end of it, I still have no idea what I'm majoring in, but damn I can't wait till I start up my studies there. Actually, I could wait a very long time and still feel perfectly alright, but when I do, it'll be swell. It's a rather swanky place... And Fritz and I may be rooming with one another if he decides to go, and then we will instantly have the coolest dormroom. V+Bass+Ukes and all my other stuff=Best. Oh, and I've received 9.5K from Millsaps... lucky!
I'm still in shock days after my audition process about how well I taught myself the music... I feel like a superb badass. Thanks to all those weirdos who helped me on the way...
Well, I'm 18 as of January 29th. For my birthday, Chris really outdid himself in planning and organizing the 1st Passhole Friars Roast. It's a shame the next one we're doing is Chris's in June, but that only means I have more time to organize his and invite the Mormon Tabernacle Choir to roast his ass. He'd make a wonderful wedding planner, and I mean that with the most sincerity I can put behind that statement.
We had our big meeting to narrow down what show the choir is going to do for May... and I just may succeed in getting us to do "Bat Boy: The Musical" because I see big things happening with that show if we do it. Not to mention those goofey bragging rights of "We're the first people to put this show on in the state!", only this show will be excellent.
http://www.batboy-themusical.com
So much has happened... yet I'm leaving a lot of it out. Well, I'm extremely sick. Yes yes, a week before District Choral Festival, yours truely has been stuck by some sort of Mad African Killer Shaman Cold that has left me practically incapacitated for 2 days. I'm going to have to pick up my body and go to school tomorrow... midway in the day I'm leaving to attend some Gulfport Exchange Club shindig where I give a speech and they give me a $200 Savings Bond. I think I'll go buy some anime with that... or not.
I watched the Grammy Awards last night... complete bleh, save for that Kanye West performance. Never heard about the fellow in my life, yet he did put on an excellent show. As well as Green Day. I decree, though, that A. Bono stops referring to himself as the Abassador of Music, and B. The "Across the Universe" cover burns and shrivils into a big wad of poo. I never was really fond of the song to begin with, and then they have Stevie Wonder, Stephen Tyler, Bono, Nora Jones, Slash, Tim McGraw, and other musicians cover it on the Grammys. It's the first music award show I've ever sat through (even then, I turned it on 45 minutes into the show... sad I missed the FF performance...), and unless there's nothing else on this week next year, I'll avoid it like cancer. Or my cat with a gun. Oh yeah, C. Ray Charles can't die again. EVER.
I really feel like garbage... I just want to go to sleep for a long time, dammit. At least for my 10 minutes at the school, I was able to get a cough drop from Lindsey... which subdued the coughing up my organs for a good while.
EDIT: How in the hell did I forget Mardi Gras?! Jesus I'm a moron.
Well, the first two days were good... Save for 4 little girls running around on Saturday (Little Sister's Birthday). Sunday I went to the Pass Parade, which is OK, but there's a limit to how much I want to be around horse crap and alcohol. The absense of Lindsey stunk immensely... but by something happening with the alignment of the planets and a shaman from Africa, I was able to see her that night. All of my nights with Lindsey during the Mardi Gras Break were wonderful nights. Even the days were good, too. She also discovered the "Matthew Black Tickle Button" that is a surefire way of getting me to giggle like a pansy that likes to giggle. The Mardi Gras Break led me to get more sleep than I have gotten in a good while, and the 5-day weekend as a whole was fantastic time spent with my red-haired goddess.
Oh, and for my birthday I got a Resonator Guitar. Yes, you can be jealous. |
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[Jan. 25th, 2005|11:05 pm] |
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It's been a decent while since I've last updated the Journal... and I mean a real damned update.
I don't know if I mentioned this or not in here before, but the Flying V could split mountains... if I was actually getting to play it. Damn the audition process!
Speaking of Auditions, my All-Mighty Millsaps (alliteration!) ones are scheduled and imprinted in stone... January 28th... 1:20 for Theatre, 4:40 for Music... I know up, down, and all around my 3 music pieces (INCLUDING THE ITALIAN, WOOT!), and after my meeting tomorrow with a pro piano guy will only reinforce my extremely positive feelings towards the music audition. I still need LOTS of work with my monologues... but all will be well. Why? Because, I'm Matthew Black, dammit. Once in a while I can pull a miracle out of my boobie pocket. Oh, I also got 9.5K from them... "lucky!"
Revolver is also the best Beatles album of all time. Why? Because, stupid, it is! Or at least it complements one with a personality that 'schedules spontenaity'. It's excellently-crafted musicianship with experimentation that doesn't get obnoxious. That's my catch with Sgt. Peppers... excellent album, but the experimentation on a few of the tracks makes it hard for me to listen to the thing as one full movement before Lennon and McCartney starts annoying me.
That was a test to see if you were paying attention. If you passed, congratulate yourself.
Mrs. Leyser has driven me to a new state of madness and irritation for incompetance. She says I can direct "The Rising of the Moon". I go off, order from some rare book site that has the script from some out-of-print collection of Irish Literature, make copies of it and give it to my players, write up set designs and ideas for costumes... then a month later. Kat and I get to talking, and we have a battle plan for a collection of short 1 Acts based on 20th Century-ish European Theatre. Dammit, all is well.
Then, as we return from Christmas Break, WHOOPS, suddenly our ideas are thrown out of the window for her collection of "viniettes" (Leyser's word of the day) from movies based on plays... so instead of 3-4 strong shows with a few short skits scattered here and there, you get a jumbled mess of 5-minute scenes that just aren't the best those plays have to offer. THEN, the kicker... its after she starts her audition process that she says "Um, Matt... yeah, you can't do your play. Yeah, it just doesn't fit into what we were wanting for the show"... that woman deserved to be hurt, immeasurably. She's letting me do my monologue from "Harvey" I'm bringing to Millsaps, and will let me direct a play for it, but I have to have it in to her by Friday... I'm directing a short skit in Drama Class, and I'm doing a better job at blocking than Leyser or Chavers could do working together! (Sorry C-Man, letting actors wing it then yelling at them for doing it wrong, even though they've been given NO DIRECTION... poopie, indeed)
Liz: What's that wacky Woody Allen play you were talking about yesterday and what was the name of the scene? I'll be in G-Port for 5... maybe around 6/6:30 I'll stop by. Call the cell.
Saturday is my infamous 18th Birthday... Chris has been planning our idea of a Roast for me to take place sometime that night. It'll be glorious.
What else is glorious? How wonderful Lindsey is. The past few weeks, stuck in Ms. Matthews' classroom for 3 hours, she's made our time in there so great... and spending time with her on the weekends is hands-down, the greatest part of the week. Hell, the entire month. She has this way about her that makes me strive to find even more ways to make our time even more awesome. Her beautiful reddened hair with bleached-blonde highlights, turquoise eyes, freckly and smooth skin, extraordinary smile... it's so captivating... I don't want to let go.
I need to get my Prom Money. And get the Volvo working. And I will be getting more than 3 1/2 hours of sleep in. |
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[Jan. 16th, 2005|11:53 pm] |
The Year In Review
Take The First Sentence From The First Post Of Each Month Of 2004. That's Your Year In Review.
January-June: N/A
July:
18th: I've decided to jump over here on account that I'm missing out on all the nonfun happening at LiveJournal.com
August:
3rd: Today was a great day!
September
3rd: I wish my life was just a bit more entertaining/interesting..., then I could get away with writing entries every day like The Spolls or Boudreaux.
October:
2nd: I have 15 minutes to sum up what’s been going on… damn.
November:
3rd: I have two songs stuck in my head, and both of them are by geeky poets/guitarists
December:
5th: Happy December 5 Everyone!
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A Real Entry will show up sometime... |
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[Jan. 8th, 2005|02:03 am] |
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[Jan. 5th, 2005|09:17 pm] |
I've finally peeled myself away from all the other goofy things to get around to updating this... goofey thing. Oh well.
Christmas and New Years have finished up, and now here I stand, the infamous A.D. 2005, with a girl in one arm and a Gibson Flying V in another (late Christmas gift). From when I started my Senior year till now, school life seems like it's flown by at an incredible speed, so much that I'm now thinking more and more about my immediate future for the next 4 years or so. It's a mind frag... when I think about all the mistakes and good choices I've decided to take this past year, I've come to realize that the Latins had it right: Carpe diem. Stop coming up with excuses for problems, and go with what has happened. One is the master of his own fate... it should never be left up to someone else. Worst comes to worst, pick up your losses and start anew, but never keep yourself in a perpetual state of stagnancy if you want to make a change in life. Liz taught me a few lessons that I don't think I'll ever want to forget. Lindsey and I have been an item for... a good while now, and I've learned so much from her, and perhaps she's caught on to something with the workings of my mind. I've had my comrades call me a hero, a man among men, and a son of a bitch. But they are my comrades. And I owe those assholes more than I could ever repay them. I dedicate the past year to Christopher M. Boudreaux, who no longer reads this, but still deserves the honor of 2004 towards his name.
And with that shpieal, I'll go off now into a tangent about my semester. 1st Period I had Art, but as of 9:37 this morning, I have fully transferred over to Drama... which I particularly don't care for (there goes my dream of not taking a single "real" theatre course in H.S.), but I have decided to become more involved with PCHS Drama than I originally planned, but I'll make the best of it. 2nd Period is Choir, which is just... Choir. But I'm thankful to see a number of buffoons gone (while still being stuck with many I do not particularly care for). Then I have the infamous 1st Lunch that has split many who congregate with one another. 3rd Period is the dreaded English IV AP... it is rather funny though... I have no idea how we plan on accomplishing the goals, but I am truely frightened about the AP Exam. And, instead of running out for Early Release, I'm taking 20th Century Literature/Mythology, which is a class that will go hand-in-hand with the kind of things I'll be doing in English IV AP, thus it may assist with preparation for the AP Exam. And it's 2 classes with Lin, which is nice.
Lee called Cam, Colleen, and me up to be in GLT's entry for the MTA Festival January 14th in Meridian... "To Absent Friends"... the script is really good, and doesn't fall into that preachy-preachy category. I'm also taking part in the "Dreams" program this Saturday at the Beau doing 2 things from Grease, which is cool, and only adds to a theatrical resume that's been running for... almost 3 years. Closer to 2 1/3. And I've already bitched about Millsaps auditions... Liz, if it isn't too much trouble, when I take Chris over to pick up monologues, could I stick around and get your opinions on some? /end personal comment.
Well, I'm completely exhausted... 2 days of stinky sleeping patterns suck. |
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[Dec. 31st, 2004|03:28 am] |
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To jump on a bandwagon here...
SIMPLE QUESTIONS:
1. What time is it? 2:25 AM
2. What is your name? Matthew P. Black
3. What is your birthday? January 29, 1987
4. How many sibs do you have? 2
5. What are your sibs names? C-Funk and E-Funk
6. Do you have a job? Nay
7. If yes, where? Your mom.
8. If no to #5, Where do you wanna work? I'd rather not work my siblings.
9. Do you have a car? I have one that doesn't work...
10. What kinda car do you have/want? A black Jag... with a good backseat.
FAVORITE QUESTIONS:
11. Movie: Right now, I'll just say "Tommy"
12. Song: Fly Me To The Moon
13. Band: Franz Ferdinand
14. Group: Tenacious D
15. Singer: Tony Bennett
16. TV Show: Sealab 2021
17. TV Channel: Comedy Central
18. Actor: Antonio Banderas
19. Actress: Ann Margaret
20. Comic: Green Lantern
21. Magazine: Blender
22. Food: Pizza
23. Snack: Heartattack Sticks or Dark Chocolate
24. Drink: Water
25. CD-ROM Game: Dungeons and Dragons: Castle of Vain Darkness, 2nd Generation rules
26. Board Game: Monopoly
27. Card Game: Rumy or 5 Card Texas Hold'em
28. Kid Game: Tag
29. Number: 3, 13, 8
30. Cartoon: I'll spin this to anime, and right now, GunGrave
31. Character: Harry Macdowell
32. Disney Character: Baloo
33. Color: Red
34. Hair Color: My favorite hair color? Or my own?
35. Time of the day: After I've showered
36. Day of the week: Saturday
37. Week of the month: Um, not the 3rd?
38. Month of the Year: May, June, or December
LOVE LIFE ETC:
39. Do you plan on having children: I won't have them, but I'll co-monitor some kids that have maybe half my genetics
40. Do you want to get married: Yes
41. How old do you wanna be when you have your first child: Not 89
42. How old do you wanna be when your married: Somewhere in my 20s
43. Would you have kids before marriage? I'd rather not
44. What would you name the boy? Vlad, Hal, Jaques
45. What would you name the girl? Mary, Evelin
46. Are you a virgin?: Sure.
47. If not, Do you plan on loosing your virginity ne time soon?: Um, this question is poorly written.
48. Have you had oral sex?: No
49. Have no, Have you been past base 1?: "Have no, have you?"
50. Do you even know what the bases are?: Depends on when someone's told me and I haven't forgotten.
51. Do you have a b/f or g/f (who): Yes. Some Band tard.
52. Do you have a crush?: No
EITHER-OR (PICK WHICH ONE YOU PREFER)
53. Music/TV: Good Music
54. Guys/Girls: Ladies
55. Green/Blue: Blue
56. Pink/Purple: Pink
57. Sleep/Stay Up: Space out.
58. Summer/Winter: Winter
59. Spring/Fall: Spring
60. Night/Day: Night
61. Hangin Out/Chillin: Both, with hoop-dees.
62. Friends/Lovers: Lovers
63. Cold/Warm: Cold
64. Fast/Slow: Moderate
65. New/Old: Old, but not flimsy
66. Dark/Light: Dark
67. Sparkle/Shine: Twinkle, bitch!
68. Peach/Plum: Peach
69. Apple/Orange: Apple
70. Laundry/Dishes: Surely laundry
71. Christina/Britney: Your mother
72. Limp Bizkit/KoRn: Your emo brother
73. Rock/Rap: Rock
74. Pop/R&B: Bland.
WHAT DO YOU THINK? (PUT WHAT FIRST COMES TO MIND WHEN YOU SEE THE FOLLOWING WORDS:)
75. Glass: Lindsey
76. Shake: Rattle
77. Club: Pummel
78. Sing: Me.
79. Loud: Cam
80. Garcia: Andy
81. Hair: Pink
82. Ching: Y
83. Money: Money
84. Work: Play
85. Play: Jam
86.4002: Not Barbarella
87. Betty: Master Pain
88. Sara: blonde
89. Dog: Nippy
90. Brain: Pinky
91. Nick: Mick
92. Frank: Mercury
93. AM: Automotiva
94. FM: Inspirado
95. PM: Van Tango
96. Morning: Wood
97. Ball: Joint
WHAT DO YOU THINK (WRITE WHAT YOU THINK OF THE FOLLOWING)
98. Eminem: Can he think?
99. Rap: Del is swell.
100. Teenagers: Freeloaders that I completely embrace.
101. Smoking: Foolish
102. Death: Boo Hoo
103. Life: Woo Hoo
104. Drinking: I like Dr Pepper...
105. Bomb Threats: Great way to get Nebraskans to attend MS schools.
106. Murder: Leads to moronic mystery plays.
107. Suicide: Cheating the system.
108. Fear: Funny.
FRIENDZ:
109. Who is your best friend?: I have none, just close friends that float in and out of that role.
110. Who is the best person to hang with?: Shenanigans with Lindsey are the top, but a close 2nd would be Stephen... just don't make it an ongoing thing.
111. Who is the sweetest person?: Lin Lin
112. Whos the cutest person: Lin Lin
113. Whos the nicest?: My mom.
114. Whos the best to talk online with?: Moi Moi
115. Whos the most blonde: ...Me.
116. Whos the weirdest: Bradley
117. Whos the craziest: liz
118. Loudest: Chris
119. Quietest: josh
120. Smartest: Lindsey
121. Quickest: I run faster than Cam
123. Most Trustful: ...Not me.
124. Most Honest: Lindsey
125. Most Cheerful: Mean Mr. Mustard. (I've been brought to using Beatles song titles to replace my complete lack of any sort of friends... damn I'm pitiful)
LAST FEW (Pointless) QUESTIONS:
126. Are you glad it's almost done? I'm so damned tired
127. Are you bored? Tired
128. What kinda mood are you in right now? Tired and grumpy
129. Did you have a good day today? Spectacular day... that I ruined x_X
130. What are you doing tomorrow: New Years with Madam
131. What did you do today?: Went out with Lin Lin's Mom and Sister to resale shops and MS Music, read Crime and Punishment, watched the movie "Camp", picked up my Lin Lin, and lounged around.
QUESTIONS ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS 2 U:
132. Who sent this to you? First person I saw with it was Lin
133. What do you think of this person: As much as I see her, I can't get enough of her.
134. Who do you think will be the first person to fill this out & send it back to you?: Your mom. Again.
135. Who do you think wont even read it?: My mom.
136. Do you want this to be done?: VERY MUCH
137. Do you think this is the last question: FOOL!
138. What time is it now?: 3:28 AM (...multitasking...)
139. How long has it been since you started?:TOO
140: Why is pickle juice green?: Tristan's mom. |
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[Dec. 27th, 2004|01:41 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | jubilant | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Franz Ferdinand - the whole darn CD (and bonus CD) | ] |
Dammit people, life doesn't suck right now!
For me, at least. Mad props to the Sudanese. God Bless the World.
Christmas has been so incredibly swell this year. I got several swell CDs (Including the Extended Franz Ferdinand, The Animals, The Hives, and the Soviet Army Chorus), GunGrave DVD 1 (anime geeks WHAT?), a whole lot of swell shirts, a fine leather jacket, aviator sunglasses that look so so so hot, 2 harp-y things, a bust of Napoleon Bonaparte (that I would never use to replace Lindsey), painting and art supplies, the Tenacious D Masterworks DVD, a new hip phone, a Scot Chanter (practice bagpipes), $10 Gift Card for Walmart, a reversable Chinese coat, and the most alluring Apple iPod.
Even with all this stuff, I was still incredibly tempted to get the Franz Ferdinand t-shirt at Hot Topic today on my mall adventure with Lindsey and Chris. The last High School Christmas was great, and dammit it snowed, and I got to throw a snowball at Em and Chris threw a snowball into my face. And damn did it hurt.
I'm pretty pleased with the gifts I gave... I just wish I would have gotten props for getting Cam the G.I. Joe shirt. And that I haven't given Josh his present yet.
The Life Aquatic came out, and I'll be damned if I don't see at least 1 Wes Anderson film at the theatre before I get out of High School.
Just realized Bill Murray has been in all 3 big Wes Anderson movies... yeah.
DAMN THESE ARE SEXY PANTS! |
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[Dec. 22nd, 2004|12:53 am] |
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| | ecstatic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Alphaville - Forever Young | ] |
Spontanious!
You're an acrylic bong!
What kind of bong are you?
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New York
You're competative, you like to take it straight to the fight. You gotta have it all or die trying.
Sieg Heil! Sie Sind Adolph Hitler! You are an
artist at heart. You are probably acting out
repressed agression that you accumulated from
years of disappointment and rejection. Now
that people see you as the charismatic demi-god
that you are, it just doesn't tickle you the
way you thought it would. Plus your
sycophants' obsession with human dissection
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Which Dictator are You?
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Sorry it took me so long to get around to doing something a little less spontaneous. These past few days of my Christmas Break have been wonderful, like giving out gifts, going to Walmart at 12:25 AM to get the Napoleon Dynamite DVD the day it comes out, reading "Crime and Punishment" and thinking about reading "A Lesson Before Dying" for English IV AP, forging hand-made gifts in a woodworking shop, loving a hot chick immensely and having her love you back, or like GETTING ACCEPTED INTO MILLSAPS!
Oh yes... I did it. And my vocal audition pieces are going as great as pie... I just really need to get some good monologues for the theatre department. Oh yeah, I have a new logic with what to do with my college experience... which has completely nothing to do with the movie "Anacondas: The Search for the Blood Orchid". I'm not entirely sure where I came from or where I was going with that statement, but its completely true. But as tempted as I am to get a BA in Vocal, a Theatre degree would be wonderful as well...
THE ROAST IS ON. Just sometime after Christmas... |
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[Dec. 13th, 2004|11:42 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | fantastic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Polaris - She is Staggering | ] |
Well, it certainly has been a while since I've bothered updating this, but unlike my comrades, I intend to keep this dumbass journal for as long as I possibly can. For the memories, whenever I'm out of my mind and the world has gone through armageddon, it will be this here internet journal that will help me get through my mid-life crisis without buying a Corvette and fixing it up. Sadly that would be an awesome future, minus the Armageddon and destruction of internet, but it won't be for a while. And as much as I loathe all human beings except Lindsey, I want to keep in touch with some of those chumps I have a good chance of forgetting about. And Liz.
Oh damn ladies and gentlemen, the experiences of the last week are those I wish I could have kept up with. Well, the ACT was a throwback from one I took in 10th grade (very confident), Lindsey picked me up an early Dropkick Murphys CD for Christmas, Bradley picked me up a rubber chicken (with a very suggestive facial expression) that I have named Gus, my room has been thoroughly cleaned for the holidays, I have finally gotten my stuff ready to direct, I have still not fully gotten my stuff ready to audition for Millsaps, I beat Caleb and won El Presidente of Drama Club, Lindsey and I bought Rex a plastic mousey ball to do all sorts of mousey things in, I have Christmas presents for Tristan, Jen, and Robbie , and I've gotten sick in time for Christmas finals!
I hate tardies... especially the ones where you have 1 over and you miss out on being exempt from a class final
My painting of Lindsey is coming together quite awesomely. I just incredibly stink at doing the lips, but the present negative doesn't matter much now, because I am completely struck in awe at how wonderful this half of the Senior Year has been with her... and we still have 90 or so more days of Senior Year... she
Are you crazy, man?
You didn't notice her?
You must be blind
It's all I do now
Just think about how
She will be mine
I couldn't stand up
I couldn't sit down
One look at her and I stumble around
One look at her
I get irrational
She ties my tongue
I saw her downtown
On a cloudy day
She brought the sun
She's not a part of the scene
She don't socialize
She does her own thing
She's ahead of her time
Just the right speed
She is staggering
I couldn't stand up
I couldn't sit down
One look at her and I stumble around
She is staggering
She is staggering
She's uncommonly heavenly
She is so rare
She's beautiful, exceptional
She doesn't care
I couldn't stand up
I couldn't sit down
One look at her and I stumble around
I couldn't get to sleep
And then I couldn't eat
She's all that I want
She is all that I need
She is staggering
She is staggering
She is staggering
She is staggering |
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| Tcejbus |
[Dec. 5th, 2004|02:09 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | mellow | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Frank Sinatra - I've Got the World on a String | ] |
Happy December 5 Everyone!
The past week is gone and I'm left an exhausted, slightly happier chap. I got through Kurtzberg's lectures, Chavers finally getting my recommendation letter, getting Mrs. Harris's corrections to my essay, turning in my Application for Millsaps, Roughton complaining about existence, Mrs. Kennedy "having a heart attack", Sounds of the Holidays (missing my cufflinks and studs the night of the performance), Christmas in the Pass, Cindy's play, making crappy hot chocolate for Lindsey (unintentionally), and my lack of sleep like a superhero, only not, sadly.
With Millsaps stuff out of my way, the next big shindig is Chavers' musical, Good King Wenceslas, which I'm not too hyped up about, but oh well. Hopefully we'll do some superawesome thing next semester. Hell, if we found the money for Little Shop, then we'll just find the money for something even bigger.
I just realized Macross Plus is over at Tristan's still. Oy, pass it back over here.
With only 3 Saturdays left until Christmas (Walmart so graciously reminded me at 1AM), I still haven't gone out and gotten presents for anyone. I'm pitiful x_X
I've been working with Chris to organize the 1st Passhole Friars Club Roast, while in turn creating the Passhole Friars Club. It will be big, and will happen sometime after Christmas. Sorry fellas, that's the only time it can be done like it should... as big as it possibly can. Intended potential roasters (because you WILL) include:
My Mom - Guest of Honor
Chris - Host
Tristan
Lindsey
Josh
Casey
Andy
Alain
Liz
Cam
We will be having a Roast, as well as Spoli Burgers and Scrambled Eggs, as of right now. The letters will soon be in the mail.
Through constant peer pressure, meeting the guy who runs the operation, and a letter recommending me to do this from one of its biggest supporters, I've decided after Christmas, I'm joining the Biloxi City Ballet under direction from Val Salnikov, ex-KGB/Ballet Instructor. Yes, it sounds extremely fruity, but screw you, I'm doing it and it shall usher in a new level of me being an awesome SOB.
Lindsey showed me her Senior Photos... I never really had much affection towards Photography Art, but those were so incredibly full of life, so colorful, so attractive. My feelings towards her have been stronger these past few days... but its as if I don't know what I can do for her next. Why am I not with my girlfriend now, dammit... oh yeah, I'm a moron.
And with those last 2 super manly paragraphs, I'm off to shower, then leaving for O. Henry Christmas at GLT. Then Wenceslas practice, which would be less of a hassle if I knew my lines. |
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[Nov. 28th, 2004|02:42 am] |
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| | pleased | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Wings - Live and Let Die | ] |
It's only about 2:01, I'm mildly awake, and I'm kind-of hyper.
Today was the day Blackness worked and has everything practically ready for a successful application to Millsaps that will make me a happy Blackness and will make me getting into that sexyness of a Mississippi Liberal Arts College with as few strings as possible.
I just heard an instrumental of "Kalinka" from Amstel Light. God damn that is a sexy Tenor solo. /end interruption
Back to the story of the day. After talking and wheeling and dealing and hearing from my sexy girlfriend, we had a battle plan.
-Cam and I, accompanied by Arthur, would pick up Sandy
-Meet up with Chris, Josh, Casey, Liz, Cindy, and Rosemary at Barnes and Noble after the forces of Chris, Casey, Rose, and Josh saw "The Incredibles"
-Destroy Jeff because he's a stalking asshole who looks like a younger version of Kurtzberg
-Do something productive and fulfilling
BUT...
-Cam felt all emo and didn't want to leave the house
-Sandy couldn't leave her house because of the Father
-Cindy had sore throat and couldn't leave her house
-Liz couldn't get a ride to B&N (I'm stingy with my petroleum, madam)
So, the forces of Blackness and Price leave to visit Sandy. Unfortunately, we lost track of time reminicing with one of the coolest Asians we know, if not the coolest. Arthur decided to stay at Sandy's, and I left to meet up with Chris's Crew at Crossroads. By the time I was in Gulfport, the plan and changed: I was to wait at K-Mart for Josh and Chris, and we'd go off back to Sandy's so Chris could give a Welcome Back BJ for Arthur. Josh skimped out around 11:45 (;_; ), then sometime after he left, Arthur or Chris had the genius idea to make a fire in the middle of the road. We all had fun, and I arrived home at 1:31 to "Van Tango". Pretty sure it was better than last night... yeah...
Tonight was the night I was faced with a moral dilema... while at K-Mart, I saw something I've been dying to touch... the Franz Ferdinand Special Edition CD. Well, the hard plastic holder that makes it harder to steal from was messed up, and yours truely could clearly push it out and get it out of the plastic wrap without any direct observation from the deadbeat night crew. It hurt like nothing else... but I let it go, and did not steal it. You chaps have no idea how incredibly HARD that was, and hey, they failed to effectively create a proper anti-theft program for ALL their CDs, but alas, I'm too incredibly not-stealing of a person. Aside from internet's precious MP3s...
I'm really, really, REALLY missing Lindsey... It's been crazy... this has been the first weekend in a while I haven't spent any time with The Girlfriend. I feel lazy for not starting on the bigger part of the painting I'm doing of her, but I blame Arthur and his love of the D-O-Double G. But back to the point... I REALLY miss Lindsey. Hopefully I'll see her sometime after I get home from "Sounds of the Holidays" practice of Sunday Afternoon.
I also hate when the music video comes out before the CD... damned hype machines. I have a silly haircut. Goodnight. |
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