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Name: Kel
Interests:
Mandolins.
Mod Podge.
Photography.
Feathers.
The earth and its creatures.
Grammar.
Lewis Carroll.
Breezes.
Silences.
Large sunglasses.
Languages.
Music.
Watermelon Rinds.
Petticoats.
A Cappella versions of classic songs.
Jazz Harmonies.
Nursery Crime Novels.
Sleepless Nights.
Tranni Musicals.
Color.
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Member Since:
10/2/2006
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| My bedroom is full of a lot of obnoxious colors. The two long walls are orange, and the small walls are white. My closet doors, against one of the small white walls, are painted orange. My bedroom door, against a long orange wall, is white. I have red curtains on the small, white, windowed wall. My bed sheets are white and purple. I have a rainbow crocheted blanket sitting on the white comforter, and various colored and patterned pillows. My bath towels are blue. I have green scarves hanging on part of the wall.
It's probably obnoxious as all hell, but I like it. I really wanted orange walls, and didn't consider my bed sheets (I guess purple and orange don't go well together, even though they're my favorites). My mom bought me the curtains, not knowing about the walls. The rainbow blanket was a gift, and the blue towel was $5.
I think all this stuff would be cool in separate rooms of my future home. An orange room, white/purple bed sheets in a complementary room color, rainbow blanket on a plain couch.
Sign I'm getting old: I get jazzed by furniture and chatchky sales rather than CDs or shoes. Or whatever I used to like to buy with my money. | | |
| My show opens a week from tonight I need to write more of my script I think I'm behind 2 chapters in bio I have been going to the gym which is good but then I eat french fries which is bad Alec Baldwin is still pretty handsome I haven't done anything to complete my Honor Society thing and I should probably do that before I graduate I wish it was Thanksgiving break now or that I could pause time and take a very long nap and maybe prepare some lunches for the week.
Phew. | | |
| It's an early night tonight! That means 30 Rock Season 3, ginger ale, and basmati rice what WHAT. Seriously, you cannot fathom just how excited I am to be doing NOTHING.
Also, I'm done buying food to prepare things. Classes and rehearsal leave no time to prepare food, but I can't afford to keep buying all my meals. So I'm going to buy a lot of 90 second rice and sandwich fixin's. It took till my last year of college to figure this balls out. Yeah, I'm not cooking anything unless I'm helping my mister... not until I'm graduated and have one thing to do per day. OR a better grasp on my schedule.
I registered for classes for the LAST TIME EVERRRRR | | |
| I've realized over the past few months that I'm really not good at vocalizing what I think. This mostly pertains to serious moments and class presentations. I don't lie, so I shouldn't stumble so much, but I have difficulty talking. When I have a pen and paper as the middle man, I appear much more coherent and intelligent. When it comes to important moments, however, I am not so fortunate.
In basic settings where I'm just goofing around, this isn't an issue. I wonder, though, why I am like that sometimes. It's as if I suddenly develop some sort of social anxiety or disability. When I open my mouth all thought and logic just... falls out.
My room is a shitstorm. How the hell do I keep doing this? I'm never here! | | |
| I have a box of Gushers under a pillow in my bed. I'm such a secret fatty!
I decided I'm going to make the best out of having to take that Lighting class again. I'll make it my bitch. Hopefully I still have the book. Ideally, I can make room for Lighting without taking out my Staging Sexuality and Gender class, because although it isn't a necessary class, I really want to take it. I think it puts me at 18 credits if I pull it off.
Stream of consciousness like this has no place on the interwebs.
Finally: saw this movie Man Push Cart. Renaming it: Movie Lack Purpose.
Hm. Also:
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