tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37753062011-04-21T13:28:40.019-05:00The On/Off Stage TheatreThe legs have been dropped, the lights are neutral, the set is down. All that remains are the cement walls. Take your seats...Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comBlogger671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-1132425538295828452005-11-19T12:37:00.000-06:002005-11-19T12:38:58.306-06:00As printed in the Daily Herald, 2nd page, 11/19/05...(Chicago, IL)"The House on Friday overwhelmingly rejected calls for an immediate troop withdrawl from Iraq, a vote engineered by the Republicans that was intended to fail. Democrats derided the vote as a political stunt.""Republicans hoped to place Democrats in an unappealing position: either supporting a withdrawl that critics said would be Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-1130739091901350772005-10-31T00:10:00.000-06:002005-10-31T00:11:31.916-06:00Well kids,Opening night is tomorrow night. Tuesday night, we reap the benefits of our grueling 3-week rehearsal process. 2 weeks of 10 hour days, then a week of 12 hour days. Word of our production is starting to reach the masses. We've had press everywhere conducting interviews, videographers, photographers, etc. Some of the cast met a man from Singapore (we'll be there in April), who Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-1128945654847512892005-10-10T07:00:00.000-05:002005-10-10T07:00:54.856-05:00Hey everyone!If my body were functioning properly right now, I'd be able to write a longer email, but today's first rehearsal of the next 3 weeks absolutely killed me. I'm not going to lie: absolutely took everything I had. The best part is that I loved every minute of it. I told myself I was going to challenge myself, and I have done so in every single way. Today's rehearsal consisted of a Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-1119901207578419762005-06-27T14:37:00.000-05:002005-06-27T14:40:07.586-05:00Have you ever had those moments when you stare out the double-paned glass behind you at misty Chicago and can only have one thought in your mind? You have those momentary flashes of the weather, how much your feet hurt, what you did last night, what you're going to do tonight, blah blah blah. Yet somehow in the mixed up mass of your mind, you tend to veer back to one thing. Sex. Haha j/k. I have Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-1088883081144813482004-07-03T14:31:00.000-05:002004-07-06T20:49:48.386-05:00Well,
This is the final countdown...I have 5 hours left in Russia as I'm writing this. We've already had one of us depart, leaving 15 of us. A good chunk of us are getting on a bus in 5 hours to get to the airport as we start our trip home. Despite every negative thing happening here, I will stand in front of everyone and say that this has been a tremendously invaluable experience! It's Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-1088504340704444742004-06-29T05:18:00.000-05:002004-06-29T05:19:00.703-05:00There's only one thing I need to say: i miss you liz...
Song of the Moment: "Sideways" by Matt CaplanDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-1088452730320432802004-06-28T14:57:00.000-05:002004-06-28T15:00:15.876-05:00Hey all...here's the link to go to the pictures page:
The On/Off Stage Archive
If you click on the picture itself you can see the image full-sized. Hope you all enjoy!Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-1088447393940780512004-06-28T13:29:00.000-05:002004-06-28T13:29:53.940-05:00Welcome to Moscow! Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-1088150069198863552004-06-25T02:47:00.000-05:002004-06-25T02:54:29.196-05:00It's kind of funny, what I've just received. My friend just sent me an email with a link to a book called "Beyond Gay" by an author with the precise same name as I have. Those that know my name can go look it up, but I think I'll just leave it up to imagination for those that don't.
I called Nastya last night. It was nerve-racking just trying to get across meeting at my theatre school in Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-1088062758454358312004-06-24T02:29:00.000-05:002004-06-24T02:39:18.453-05:00A great couple days in Moscow! Last night was Club B-2, a 4-story club/bar/restaurant. On the 3rd floor was the Jazz Club, which last night featured the band "St. Petersburg Ska-Jazz Review". Basically it was Ska music. Everyone spoke Russian, but the songs were in English, which felt really weird.
The highlight of last night, besides Frank's 21st birthday, was yours truly meeting a Russian Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-1086680086867531632004-06-08T02:32:00.000-05:002004-06-08T02:34:46.866-05:00Hey everyone!
I told you I would write in the blog a little just so everyone would be able to keep up to date on it! I'll have to do a little bit later cause I have a meeting in like 25 minutes...love and miss you all if you're reading this!
DaveDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-1080684257777110252004-03-30T16:04:00.000-06:002004-03-30T16:07:48.950-06:00So I know this girl who's pretty upset right now. Whether or not it's because of me isn't important. I've seen that she's upset. I went over to her place today to offer my services and see if I could help. There's been a lot going on in her world that she feels like nothing's going right for her. She makes accusations that everyone she meets around here is fake and that's just really sad to Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-1080516073756065252004-03-28T17:21:00.000-06:002004-03-28T17:24:42.140-06:00I just found a super easy way to type in my blog without the arduous task of going all the way through the Blogger website and all that hooplah! Here's basically the breakdown: I'm done with school. Give me my diploma, send me to Moscow, move me into the city, and get me working...and I mean NOW! Little small things are popping up in my life right now that make me very happy, but I don't wantDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-1077378806505067942004-02-21T09:53:00.000-06:002004-02-21T09:56:07.280-06:00Irony is the devil sometimes. You're just starting to get over an ex, but there's still that hope that you'll get back together because nothing really went wrong in the first place. One night, you're over at a buddy's apartment. You walk in, take your coat off and relax...you look across the way at this absolutely beautiful woman sitting in a chair just across from you. She's glancing at you.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-1072508292099921002003-12-27T00:58:00.000-06:002003-12-27T00:59:37.513-06:00So, it's over...Megan and I. I didn't want it to end, but it had to. I'm not as hurt as I thought I'd be, though. I hate losing a girl, but every logic in the world told us that it wouldn't last. We basically both came to the conclusion that our relationship wasn't as important as other things in her life. I understand that. Her friends, her family, her school, all that just was more Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-1072401141701434462003-12-25T19:12:00.000-06:002003-12-25T19:13:46.106-06:00How do you deal with a girl that wants to argue and have fights about stuff? I don't get it. I'm an easy-going guy. I don't like conflict. Why? Because conflict puts people in a bad mood, and I hate being in bad moods. I like things to be happy, fun, up-lifting, comforting, blah blah blah. But she! Needs a guy who will "butt heads with her"! How ridiculous is that? Megan is a hardcore Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-1072264913706045782003-12-24T05:21:00.000-06:002003-12-24T05:23:15.920-06:00Hey ya'll...just wanted to let everyone know that I'm back. I've been gone for a while, and there's a lot to tell, so I'll have to do it when I'm sane and not slightly agitated by the events of this night. Keep reading, cause it's coming back, baby!
Song of the Moment: "What You Are" by Dave Matthews BandDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-1057348606240323882003-07-04T14:56:00.000-05:002003-07-04T14:56:46.026-05:00I'm missing DeKalb. Which I knew would happen sooner or later. Usually happens when the craziness that goes along with a new place wears off and you find yourself tired (which you're used to) but in a new place, whichout as much history and only the moment to lift you up or let you fall. It's the fourth, of course, and a day off. I'm exausted, most likely sick, but whatever the reason doesn'tJoshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-947969062003-05-23T13:34:00.000-05:002003-05-23T13:34:13.356-05:00Here's to:
Staying single
Seeing double
sleeping triple
foreplay
a 5th of Jack
6 pack
7 days a week
Song of the Moment: "Obsession" by David Crowder BandDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-939811202003-05-08T04:40:00.000-05:002003-05-08T04:40:48.920-05:00It's the middle of the night. Do you know where your priorities are? Song of the Moment: "Katie Come True" by Bright EyesJoshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-938356022003-05-05T20:29:00.000-05:002003-05-05T20:29:16.100-05:00Aight Josh, I totally see your point. BUT...For people who have already read the post, they wouldn't know that I changed anything and may keep that wrong impression in their heads, ya know? =) Haha...I win. I think, therefore, I win.
Song of the Moment: "The Good Fight" by Dashboard ConfessionalDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-938245442003-05-05T16:46:00.000-05:002003-05-05T16:46:55.000-05:00You know you can edit the posts, right, Dave? You know, you go back, you click the link that says "edit." Then you can change things, like, say, I don't know, if the wording on something is somewhat unclear. I'm happy for you, Dave, it's about damn time.Song of the Moment: "Up All Night" by Counting CrowsJoshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-937448882003-05-04T08:26:00.000-05:002003-05-04T08:26:43.000-05:00I just realized that something in that last post doesn't sound right. "I love both of you" is not in reference to the "two things"...it refers to Dave and Allison. =) Two great friends...
Song of the Moment: "Make a Joyful Noise" by David Crowder BandDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-937076532003-05-03T10:34:00.000-05:002003-05-03T10:34:41.680-05:00Wow...how long has it been since I've written in this thing? I went through a period of mental turmoil. I didn't know what I wanted, but now I do. And I have it =) When you're torn between two things, it's hard to find comfort in anything. Then the day comes when you think you're going to make the right decision, but you can't put yourself in that position. You take a little longer. Then Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-936724462003-05-02T16:03:00.000-05:002003-05-02T16:05:30.000-05:00Endings, like beginnings, are mysterious. Endings, unlike beginnings, are usually foreseen. I'd light myself on fire, thinking about the sun, Pippin, if only I thought it'd be worth it. The falling and the burning, there's something romantic about the shooting star. Meteors have taken on a new image in my life, a new name, even, and a face. What the future holds, I do not know. I feel very Joshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-912673262003-03-24T01:36:00.000-06:002003-03-24T01:36:06.343-06:00So there was this party on Saturday. And it was a good time. Today Corey asked me about it. He was going to come, but fell asleep. What kind of excuse is that? Really? And Dave came over, but I don't remember him being here long. Anyway, I was telling Corey I had a good time. I talked to people. They talked to me. We kinda danced. I moved around the place, talked to some more people. Joshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-910400152003-03-19T23:14:00.000-06:002003-03-19T23:14:58.000-06:00Well, it's begun. American forces have offically launched the War on Iraq. Hussein has refused to leave his country. A small barrage of bombs have struck the outer edge of Baghdad in an attempt to isolate Iraqi leaders, namely Saddam himself. The president addressed the nation at 9:15 CST calling for "no outcome but victory." He promises a swift and non-half-assed conflict. I pray for the Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-909387782003-03-18T13:02:00.000-06:002003-03-18T13:02:26.746-06:00You sit in a room, quiet and alone. A sense of equilibrium washes over you. There's hope for the future, but pain from the past. You're hopeful but remorseful at the same time. Can you make the jump towards hope? or are you too lured in by reminiscence? My career is on the up and up, but I fear my work ethic is starting to faulter. A huge opportunity has taken my mind off my training, and Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-907505742003-03-14T23:50:00.000-06:002003-03-14T23:50:13.640-06:00Why does the heart tend to lean towards things the mind hates to reminisce about? Is it because of some comparison? It's it a battle? Does the heart really miss the past? My mind would hate to think that I can't let go of something that I must. My heart won't let me though...WHY, GOD, WHY!?!?! Leave me in peace. Let my soul do the guiding. Down one road is a possible great thing. Down Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-903622502003-03-08T12:00:00.000-06:002003-03-08T12:00:50.590-06:00Failure, like the dew on a morning flower. So soft and subtle, that it looks almost beautiful in the dim light of a new day.
mel•o•dra•ma n.
1. A drama, such as a play, film, or television program, characterized by exaggerated emotions, stereotypical characters, and interpersonal conflicts.
2. Behavior or occurrences having melodramatic characteristics.
(example: see above)
The story goes Joshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-902033012003-03-05T17:40:00.000-06:002003-03-05T17:41:15.000-06:00Hey all, it's your friendly neighborhood Dave again. I did something last night that makes me feel on top of the world. After a conversation with my ex-girlfriend online, I took it upon myself to meet with her and explain everything that I had been feeling up until that point because I never had a sense of closure. We sat at The House for two hours and everything came out. The details of it Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-901140622003-03-04T08:55:00.000-06:002003-03-04T08:55:05.840-06:00Although time and tide may pull us appart
And we might have been fighting from the start
I still don't know how to mend a broken heart
Song of the Moment: SilenceJoshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-899117252003-02-28T11:46:00.000-06:002003-02-28T11:48:08.000-06:00I found this in my sociology binder from last semester. I don't remember when I doodled it, but I want to post it just because it exemplifies the majority of my emotions last semester. I often write the best when I'm in pain:
I'm lost, yet found at the same time.
How can I run to you and run away with each stride?
I want to tell you everything and nothing all at once.
My mind and heart collideDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-896747212003-02-24T17:53:00.000-06:002003-02-24T17:53:33.610-06:00I push too hard. I've been pushing too hard. If my passion is destined to push me off of a cliff, then what sort of fool would I be if I just stood at the edge and constantly wondered if I could fly? What is a few broken bones, a few broken hearts, compared to a chance to touch the sky?
Why did I sleep though my alarm? Because I've been working hard. Because I always work hard. Because I'm Joshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-896321382003-02-23T22:10:00.000-06:002003-02-24T13:52:33.000-06:00I now exist on a plane called Cloud Nine. Not some theatrical play, but a surreal plane that encompasses dreams. You begin to learn that things happen for a reason. All the tribulations you go through are just tests to lead you to the reward. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before we meet the right one; we therefore can be thankful. It's funny though. If you're used to troubleDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-895618512003-02-22T13:28:00.000-06:002003-02-22T13:28:51.543-06:00To start things off, as is traditional, I figured I would start with an introduction. My name is Josh Weckesser and I am a lighting designer. As I have been telling people recently, theatre is my passion and lighting is my profession and I am incredibly happy that I am able to professionally do something I am passionate about. The appeal of light to me comes from being drawn to the theatre, itJoshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-895439542003-02-22T02:45:00.000-06:002003-02-22T02:45:11.443-06:00Wow...who ever thought that playing Halo for almost 3 hours could be so tiring!! =) Guys night out, much deserved..LoL. I really like the people I'm in the Impact Christian Fellowship with. They're not into pushing religion or anything like that--which intimidates me. They're just normal people like me with a strong sense of spirituality. I'm kinda sad that I can't go on the worship retreat Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-894055072003-02-19T20:41:00.000-06:002003-02-19T20:42:41.000-06:00So it's been quite a while since I've written. This weekend, as you can see by my past few entries, was gut-wrenching. Anything involving matters of the heart will wrench it no matter what. I always love sitting down with a good piece of solemn music and write. It's inspirational and it opens up a fountain of feelings from me. Sometimes I seem to overreact to things sometimes when I'm scaredDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-892022982003-02-16T15:32:00.000-06:002003-02-16T15:32:01.860-06:00Narrow Light by David Morrison
The intensity grows inside me.
My mind can't escape this shallow reality
closing in behind me. The torture of heart versus soul
reaches it's apex. How much longer can I take this?
Must I fight and continue to lose? or walk away with what
I have and save myself? These feelings inside bubble up
towards an erupting volcano that endlessly spills its
lava all over myDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-891788942003-02-16T01:58:00.000-06:002003-02-16T01:58:18.483-06:00So, I always go for the wrong girl. This girl Rosie that I met is turning out to be everything I thought she wasn't. We spend this great afternoon together just talking about everything. She showed me her house, we laughed, all sorts of great stuff. Then we get back to DeKalb and she goes to her call time for performance. Once I get to my call time, everything's different. She doesn't look Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-891262412003-02-14T21:34:00.000-06:002003-02-14T21:46:46.000-06:00I don't like V-Day. To be honest, I've never really liked it. It's some big hyped-up day designed to sell flowers and candy. It puts a lot of pressure on love. Should love be materialistic? Hell no. My love for someone is not proven by the things I buy them. This was a trap that I once fell into. I felt that when someone I loved was mad at me, I could buy her a present and it'd be better.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-883637842003-01-31T22:58:00.000-06:002003-01-31T22:58:03.126-06:00For some reason, I feel like I've got a lot to write about tonight. Although I should be with the guys at JAM (Jesus @ Midnight), I decided to take a night to be very quiet with myself. My career of acting at NIU has taken an interesting new perspective tonight. After an interesting show, I finally found my Dramatic Function in the play. I'm there to carry the story, not to make people laugh.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-882017652003-01-29T00:08:00.000-06:002003-01-29T00:08:40.260-06:00Ever have one of those times when you write something really profound? This is what I wrote as an answer to a question in Theatre History class about what makes me different than anyone else...
I am different only by the interactions I go
through in my life. My hair is not who I am;
my clothes aren't who I am. There is at least
one other person who will look and dress just
like me. What I amDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-879667962003-01-24T12:05:00.000-06:002003-01-24T12:05:24.306-06:00I've come to realize that the art of the pursuit is gone. What do guys do to win over a girl, now? Get the fanciest car, the most stylish clothes, etc. They think that that the smoother they look is the only way to get a girl. Unfortunately, in this day and age, girls can be very materialistic so that is what really matters sometimes. If the guy doesn't have the money, he won't get the girl.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-877149362003-01-20T00:22:00.000-06:002003-01-20T00:29:53.000-06:00I just wrote this after an encounter with an ex-girlfriend...actually the ex-girlfriend. I really don't care if she reads this or not because I'm sick of hiding behind feelings and etiquette.
Confession of Love by David Morrison
I hate how I can't let go of things I hate.
I hate when a little reminder can bring back so many tears.
I hate the feeling when I hear her voice.
I hate not being ableDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-874044772003-01-14T00:20:00.000-06:002003-01-14T00:20:25.366-06:00It's been quite a while since I've written in this thing because of good ol' xmas break. Basically, all I did was work and sleep. I went out on a date or two, but nothing special. In fact, I'd much rather be out here in DeKalb than home in Carol Stream. There's not much to do back home and there's not a lot of people out there my age. I went out with this girl Katie, who's a total hottie by Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-861778002002-12-17T12:55:00.000-06:002002-12-17T12:55:02.103-06:00Every day is a learning experience, I've come to find out. I've learned three things in the past 24 hours or so. #1: I've learned that I try to find love too much. It's not healthy. I think that making quick choices to find a relationship is good, but it's hurting everyone more than helping them. I hurt a really good friend last night in that regard. We weren't destined for a relationship,Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-859070652002-12-12T13:26:00.000-06:002002-12-12T13:31:33.000-06:00Cry Me A River by Justin Timberlake
You don't have to say, what you did,
I already know, I found out from him
Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it
You told me you loved me
Why did you leave me, all alone
Now you tell me you need me
When you call me, on the phone
Girl I refuse, you must have me confused
With some other guy
Your bridges Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-858953802002-12-12T08:57:00.000-06:002002-12-12T08:58:00.000-06:00I hate finals. I really do. They're stupid. BUT, I'm lucky that all of my finals aren't cumulative. If they were, I'd probably end up shooting myself or something. I was over at the neighbor's last night partying and we were all arguing that we're never gonna remember this shit after the class is over anyways. I'm never gonna remember that Soil Forms strictly under the factors of Climate (Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-858223592002-12-10T23:00:00.000-06:002002-12-10T23:04:58.000-06:00There are numerous songs that touch the heart in numerous ways. Here's one I fell in love with:
Comfortable by John Mayer...
I just remembered that time at the market
snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart
and rolled down aisle five
you looked behind you to smile back at me
crashed into a rack full of magazines
they asked us if we could leave
I can't remember what went wrong last Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-856707242002-12-08T00:54:00.000-06:002002-12-08T00:54:30.183-06:00So....imagine yourself two years ago. You come into a new place, whatever that may be. In this place, you meet someone that blows your mind. You can't help but be enamored with this person. Everything seems to go right. You play the cool guy, but all of a sudden, you become the friend. It's never the place you've wanted to be with this person because you feel the potential stronger than Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-851706802002-11-27T11:49:00.000-06:002002-11-27T11:49:58.490-06:00You ever have a really messed up dream and it actually teaches you a lesson? I just had one right before I woke up this morning. I dreamt that I was driving home from work at Outback one night and then I only remember the next day...nothing after leaving work. I was in my bed waking up (in my dream), and something didn't feel right. I heard a beeping sound next to me, and I didn't know why. Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-850800382002-11-25T18:05:00.000-06:002002-11-25T18:09:23.000-06:00For tonight's post, I thought I'd share a lyric or two from a song that hits close to home:
"Always" by Saliva
I hear... a voice say "Don't be so blind"...
it's telling me all these things...
that you would probably hide...
am I... your one and only desire...
am I the reason you breath...
or am I the reason you cry...
Always... always... always... always... always... always... always...
Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-849615022002-11-23T01:26:00.000-06:002002-11-23T09:05:59.000-06:00*THIS POST IS VERY HONEST...IF YOU'RE SOMEONE IN MY LIFE WHO DOESN'T WANT TO HEAR HONESTY, CLICK THE X IN THE UPPER RIGHT CORNER...*
Aight...it's 12:30 in the A.M., and I've got all the time in the world. Boy do I need it. I really should be opening up some theatre books and reading about pre-kabuki theatre. Instead, I choose to write to 'you', sipping some tea, and experimenting with a brandDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-849471502002-11-22T17:43:00.000-06:002002-11-22T17:43:13.236-06:00So everyone's been complaining that I haven't written in this thing in a while...so I guess it's time I update it! It'll be short for now...actually, I'm gonna eat, then shower before rehearsal...so ya'll will just have to wait!!! Mwa-ha-ha!
Song of the Moment: "Innocence" by FuelDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-840734252002-11-05T13:19:00.000-06:002002-11-05T13:19:33.423-06:00Damn, I'm so exhausted!!! =) My body just cries out for rest, so that's what I've done so far today. I missed Rocks & Dirt 101 and Ballet so I could get some more sleep. Boy, did it feel good! I actually woke up before my alarm (which was set for 11:30), so I did my theatre history homework due today. =) I played video games for a little while with Bobby, and now I'm enjoying some lunch Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-835286672002-10-25T17:40:00.000-05:002002-10-25T17:40:08.946-05:00So I decided that I'm being tested. For what reason, I'm not sure. Bits of negativity surround me, yet I have the feeling that I'm the only one who can rise above it all. I just lost a family friend to a heart attack today. This man was like my bigger brother. I went to him about everything. I went to him about girl problems, about work problems, about family problems, and even just for a Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-832398992002-10-20T00:18:00.000-05:002002-10-20T00:18:48.813-05:00I don't think I like this time of year too much. It's WAYY to stressful. Midterms, homework assignments, the show, romance withdrawl, etc. Today I went to the Huskie Football game after saying goodbye to the person that I click with intellectually more than with anyone else. This is really weird because prior to Friday, I haven't seen said girl since May 4, 2001. In comparison to my closest Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-826744612002-10-08T00:02:00.000-05:002002-10-08T00:02:42.333-05:00Today kind of stood at a standstill for really no particular reason. There was nothing excitingly good about the day, nor was there anything particularly horrifying about the day. We started off with Sociology, where we watched a movie. There's a girl I have a crush on in said class, but I think she's taken, so that's a dead end. Then comes movement class, where my partner isn't because he Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-825365462002-10-04T18:15:00.000-05:002002-10-04T18:15:55.180-05:00So there's this emptiness that still seems to sit inside me. I wish I could put my finger on it, but it's so vague that I can't find it. Little tiny reminders still set this off sometimes. It's such like a rollercoaster that it's almost exhilarating. The more I feel like shit, the more I'm determined to feel better. The worst part is I feel it's interrupting with my artistry as an actor. Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-824270942002-10-02T13:27:00.000-05:002002-10-02T13:27:27.973-05:00So I thought that when I got to college, I'd be done with "drama" and "childish mannerisms." Boy, was I wrong! Take Zeno. He's the same year and major as me in school, so we're in all the same classes that involve our department. There's a little thing called work ethic that I'm sure you all know about. Zeno is 3 years older than all of us, yet acts 10 years younger. He constantly ditches Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-824020282002-10-01T23:58:00.000-05:002002-10-01T23:58:28.303-05:00So my friend Liz told me that I don't write enough in my Blog, so I guess this is gonna have to be a nightly thing. =) Miss ya, Liz!
My ballet class is really starting to kill me. I'm getting better, but my body feels like a rusted car. Everything keeps falling apart! Right now, my left achilles is killing me from class, and this tendon on my right hip still hasn't healed yet. Now the Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-820827512002-09-25T01:06:00.000-05:002002-09-25T01:06:41.383-05:00Today was a quasi-interesting day. I think besides the break I had from 1-2ish, I went from 9:30 this morning until 11:30 tonight. That's a longass day! My body's getting more and more sore as time goes on. With a ballet class Monday through Thursday, movement class Mondays/Wednesdays, and rehearsals every night of the week involving heavy movement, I don't blame my body for giving out...but Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-820329332002-09-24T01:07:00.000-05:002002-09-24T01:07:47.486-05:00I think the weirdest thing about girls is the fucking games they play all the time. Take girl. We'll call her Ashley for confidentiality reasons. I met Ashley last year in ballet class while I was seeing this girl that we'll call Two-Face. So Ashley and I are in class together this year also, and I expressed an interest in her. We've exchanged numbers and i've tried to call, but she NEVER Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-815564482002-09-13T10:32:00.000-05:002002-09-13T10:32:57.713-05:00Have you ever had a moment where you're walking home from class looking as worse as you possibly could, and you get complimented on it? I'm walkin' home from my 9:00 class (which I woke up at 8:40 for), and as I'm crossing the intersection where my apartment is, a car full of girls hollers "hey!" at me as I'm waiting for them to pass. It wasn't a bad "hey!", but more of a "hey, baby!" sort of Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-814777412002-09-11T17:44:00.000-05:002002-09-11T17:44:56.720-05:00Well it seems as though I've made the shift pretty well. I'll be playing with the design of the website for the next few weeks, so bear with me. For a history of me, go to www.xanga.com and lookup KrazyIvan. That's where I've been. =) We'll see what happens. As of right now, the two sites are battling each other...
Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775306.post-814772852002-09-11T17:34:00.000-05:002002-09-11T17:37:10.000-05:00Well, I've made the shift. Let's see what happens from here...Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401847075449959949noreply@blogger.com