Adieu

For now, I'll say goodbye. But instead of letting that candle go out, I'm putting it away. I'll let Connie Francis say it beautifully through song.



If it takes forever I will wait for you
For a thousand summers I will wait for you
Till you're back beside me, till I'm holding you
Till I hear you sigh here in my arms

Anywhere you wander, anywhere you go
Every day remember how I love you so
In your heart believe what in my heart I know
That forevermore I'll wait for you

The clock will tick away the hours one by one
Then the time will come when all the waiting's done
The time when you return and find me here and run
Straight to my waiting arms

If it takes forever I will wait for you
For a thousand summers I will wait for you
Till you're here beside me, till I'm touching you
And forevermore sharing your love

Dancin' in the Street

So Friday afternoon, I had to run to my room to get a charged battery for my camera. Since I'm not normal whatsoever, I decided to listen to MGMT on my way back to my room. I also decided to dance to the music. I was complimented many times. I was also told to keep dancing by this group of guys when I stopped to unlock the door to my building. It was very fun, and also a great cardio workout. I also have my camera back, so I can have plenty of fun taking pictures and photos! Yay! And on Oct. 9th, I'm heading home to see The Fantasticks at CSU. I would have liked to go the 16th, so I could also see Dr. Dog, but I would have no ride and I'm not paying for a $120 bus ticket.

Hello Stranger!

So I was walking back to my room after class today, and I decided to say hello to people who I did not know. So I said, "Hello Stranger!" to several people, some smiled, others laughed, and a few looked at me strangely. It was fun. I plan on doing it tomorrow and possibly Monday depending on how many strangers I greet tomorrow.

More Signs?

So your date was kind of creepy? I'm sorry, sort of. And the guy your friend tried to hook you up with wasn't your type? Well, I know I was your type because I read it on that one post you put up. I don't think you know that. But are these more signs? I don't know. The weirdest part is that after I called you last night and found all this out, it finally rained today. It's been muggy and uncomfortable down here for the past couple of days that I've been worrying and torturing myself over you. Is that a sign too? I want to stand out in the rain right now, feel its cleansing drops on my skin where once your hands caressed me and your lips burned me with ecstasy. I miss you very much, and like I told you, these weeks away from you have only made my feelings stronger. You're the most beautiful thing I've seen in my 19 years, and maybe that's a little melodramatic, a little too early to think, but I want to tell you that in person. For once my words aren't just hollow beautiful thoughts. When I say them to you, I really mean them.

Camera, Come Back!

I miss my camera! I can feel my photojournalistic skills degrading due to prolonged disuse. Can't Canon fix it any faster? It's their fault it needed to be fixed in the first place. Argh! I want to take pictures and photos (yes there is a difference)! In other news, It's already week three of this quarter. This year is already blurring past me. Soon enough, I'll be on the 4 hour trek home for 6 weeks of winter.

Dear Universe...

Dear Universe,

Are you sending me signs? I feel like you are. I'm not one for believing superstitious or supernatural occurrences, but lately things just seem too eerie to just be coincidence. So are you trying to tell me something? Because if it's what I think it is, then this will all be worth it in the end when everything works out, just like in the movies. All this crying, and worrying, and loving, and hating, and general sensitivity will be worth it, right? If you are sending me signs, can you send me one that will convince me for sure that you are? Thanks!

As always, your favourite existentialist,
John

Melodramatic

To my readers, I'm perfectly fine. I'm sorry for acting so melodramatic. It just comes with my liking of writing, theatre, literature, and good films I guess. I really will get to those posts on Lollapalooza because there are some good stories there.

New Life Experience #1 and #2

You want me to be open to new experiences, so here is new life experience #1:

For the first time in my life, I truly feel shitty enough to say that I feel shitty. I finally want to scream "Fuck!" really loud so everyone can hear me.

New life experience #2:

For the first time in my life, I truly feel jealous of someone, and am most likely breaking the commandment against coveting or whatever because I want you all to myself.

Sorry for ranting to you, my wonderful readers. Have a fantastic day!

You Have a Date Tomorrow? That's Nice. I'm Going to Go Cry in the Corner.

I hope you have fun on your date tomorrow. I hope you like each other. But I still like you a lot, and here are the many things that will always remind me of you.

When someone tickles me
When people kiss near me or on TV
When people talk about their boyfriend or girlfriend
My house
My street
My bike
My friends
Looking at myself in the mirror
When I laugh
Spanish
Ghostbusters
The Lost Boys
Tommy's
Cedar Lee Theater
Cleveland Heights
Euclid
Cleveland
Going to Simone's house
Going to Sarah's house
Passing your mom's house
Passing your house
Sufjan Stevens
Joanna Newsom
Broken Social Scene
Bon Iver
Chicago
Lollapalooza
Love songs
The Avett Brothers
Elliott Smith
Little Joy
Hellogoodbye
Kevin Devine
Vampire Weekend
Moon
Paper Heart
Humpday
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
Animal Collective
Macs
Loud mufflers
Sitting outside my house
My backyard
My room
My bed
My computer
Cleveland State University
Theatre of any kind
Ben's house
Walking in downtown Cleveland
My phone
My clothes
My laugh
My hands
When I take my socks off
When I get dressed
When I drink pop
When I eat French Fries
Chili Peppers
Water
Apple juice
Facebook
My hat
My shoes
My keys
My wallet
My glasses
My couch
My birthday
The word cute
The word beautiful
Burritos from anywhere
When people play with my hair
After taking a shower
Pittsburgh
Lost
The Daily Show
The Colbert Report
Comedy Central Roasts
Michael and Michael Have Issues
South Park
Back massages
Sleeping
My facial hair

I'm sure there is more, but I just don't want to feel anything right now. I hope you find happiness, and something close to what we had. I love you, but I'll never tell you to your face. It would be too hard for me.

Inspiration

I wanted to be a concert pianist, but God didn't give me hands. I wanted to sing, but God didn't give me a voice. I wanted to dance, but God didn't give me feet. So all that was left was to love you, so I'll love you as best as this broken person can.

One of my many random spurts of creative writing. I really should have another blog devoted to my random bursts of creativity. That would be easy to write and maintain because I try to post a creative status on Facebook once a day. Hmmmm......

Backlog!

AGH! I still have to write about Pittsburgh and Chicago! So many backlog posts! Plus I have to write a story about Mr. Penguin and Mr. Zebra, the two animal magnets on my friend, Sarah's refrigerator. So much to look forward to! I'll try and get them in on slow, unexciting days.

The Lost Weekend

I watched Lost all weekend. If I hadn't, I probably would have done something more interesting to post here, but alas I started watching the 1st season Labor Day weekend, so I sort of am on a huge Lost kick and want to watch all that's online through Netflix, which is the seasons 1 through 4. I'll try and get out this upcoming weekend, but I'm not much of a party person. But since my friend Lisa has a house this year, I promised that we would throw theme parties. This way I get out more, have fun, and get used to theme parties. If you have any cool theme party ideas, leave a comment! The winner gets a prize: My everlasting gratitude. It could be worth something down the line if I become a famous journalist/photojournalist, writer, or actor, so you might want to win it. I'm just saying.

I am...an Actor!

Today in my acting fundamentals class, we played several games/exercises that were really fun. First we did Zoom again, which is a fun little game about focusing and eye contact. The first time we just had to receive the zoom from one person and then make eye contact with the person on our other side and pass the zoom by saying, "Zoom." Today we had to point across the circle and pass it, so it wasn't as easy to follow where it was going around the room. Then we played another name game to try and remember people's names better. The first person asks someone to help them, and the person who is helping says "Person, come here." Then the first person would walk toward the second person and the second person would have to get someone to help them before the first person reaches them. We didn't really get the hang of it, but we still had fun. The next exercise we did was this game where we threw our right shoes into a pile in the middle of the circle. One person would be the right shoe and another would be the left shoe. The right person would have to take a shoe from the pile and match it to a person in the circle. The left person would have to ask the people in the circle for their left shoe and match it with one in the pile. Then we ended with a one on one exercise. One person had $20 and the other person had to convince the person to give the money to them. The person with the money couldn't directly say no, or any direct variation. I did this exercise, and I was in the last pair. I had to ask for the $20, so I said I needed it for a flight to Paris, the last one for 3 years, to see my true love who left me for a French guy a year prior. I was really over the top and cheesy, but the girl wouldn't budge. Then our grad student teacher sent another student to be the boarding officer, so he was like, "Last flight to Paris is boarding now," so I had to act frantic, begging and pleading with this girl, but she still refused. Then I topped it off with a super cheesy fall-to-the-floor, "NOOOOOO!" as the boarding officer counted down the last five seconds before the plane left. The class ate it up. They all loved my acting. My terribly cheesy, over-the-top, comedic acting. Smiley face of epic proportions.

Wonderful Torture

Being separated from you sucks a little, but the joy I get from thinking of you crushes the pain into a pulp. You want me to move on. I'll try, I promise I will because you want me to. I don't want to though. I don't want to let your love slip through my hands. I don't want to look back and actually regret something in my life. I've lived so far without regretting anything because it led me to this point, but I don't want to go further if you're not there as more than just a really good friend. I don't know if you read this, but I hope you do. Writing is how I'm able to fully express myself since seeing you smile and staring into those beautiful green eyes make me speechless, unable to form even a coherent sentence. I saw you last a week ago. It's been a hard week trying to see people that can compare to you. I know I shouldn't be one of those people who refuses to get involved with other people because they compare it to their old wonderful relationship, but I can't help it. You changed my life. I'm so glad I found you, and I want to stay glad that I found you. But it's only been a week, so when I see you in 5 weeks I may have moved on. I doubt it, but there is always a possibility. I'll keep telling you about people I find attractive, but it's really just a facade to make you think I'm trying. I'm sorry for deceiving you, but I'm afraid of letting happiness get away. I miss you.

Between the Lines

Read my opinion piece I wrote for The Post yesterday! Here is the link.

200?

I'm not sure how I'm going to meet that goal by the end of this year. Let's just hope that enough interesting things happen to me. That way I can write all about it for all of you who read this. Does anyone still read this? Comment "Hells yeah I do" if you're still kind enough to read my drivel. Keep reading!

Back to Class

First day back in class and it was the usual: syllabus, some basic introductory material, and then away we went. But a major crime has been committed. Soup at Baker's cafeteria is now $2.75, a quarter more than last year! This has deeply upset me, so I have ferociously written a Between the Lines for the Post to now be featured tomorrow (originally it was supposed to be in Thursday's paper). So I'm off to finish that.

A Poetic Post

Father's day is when we met.
It's been a wild ride since then.
And if your mind is set,
I shall say farewell when
I've decided myself to let
You go...
We watched guys bust ghosts,
And laughed at boys getting lost.
We both played the hosts.
But I'll pay the painful cost
For getting involved the most.
You know...
You made my birthday wonderful.
You even drove me to the moon.
I saw plays at your school.
But sadly the end came too soon.
Yet I continued to play the fool.
I go...
You rubbed my legs and held my hands
While I held your paper heart.
We kissed goodnight on the lands
In front of the end and start.
I dreamed of laying on the sands.
I know...
We held each other oh so close.
I felt safe in your embrace.
But moving on is what we chose.
I'll miss your beautiful face,
More beautiful than a rose.
We go...
Your eyes so bright and green;
Your lips so sweet to the kiss;
Your hands rough and mean.
All of these I shall miss,
And your wet hair's sheen.
We know...
It will be hard for awhile
To move on and stay friends.
But even if separated by a mile
Or more, this is not the end.
Strong feelings don't go out of style.

Revival!

I promise that I will post more often, especially now that I'm back at school and have more motivation. Since tomorrow is a holiday and I don't have class, I will write the posts I've been meaning to write about my trip to Pittsburgh and Chicago. Stay tuned for more of my life! I want to get to 200 posts by the end of this year!

Mission Accomplished

I arrived in Athens, Ohio, 10 or so minutes after 1 on Saturday, September the 5th, 2009. I proceeded to move my possessions into Shively, room 140. After a successful transfer from car to habitation, the parental units and I headed to the bookstore. There we bought several text books and several novels for my English class. At around 2, we ate lunch at the Chipotle located several yards from the bookstore. Upon finishing our nourishment, the parental units returned me to my new place of residence. I proceeded to read and watch several of my favourite episodes of Fullmetal Alchemist. At around 1am, I was introduced to my roommate's girlfriend whereby we had delightful conversation. After her departure, I continued to read J.D. Salinger's Nine Stories. At around 2am, I retired to my sleeping quarters and snuggled with a Mr. Moose. I awoke today shortly before noon. I have entertained myself by watching Visioneers, several episodes of South Park, and the first episode of Lost. That is all I have to report.

Return to the Fobidden University

Today is my last day in Euclid. Summer's over, so it's time to return to the good old Ohio University. Normally this would be a really happy thing, but I had such a wonderful summer, so it's a little hard to return to having to worry about work and grades. I had a whole week with the house to myself. I went to Pittsburgh to see a concert the day before my birthday. I saw three amazing plays at CSU's Summer Stages. I got to go to Lollapalooza, see a lot of artists I like, and eat at the Chicago Diner. I got to see several wonderful films on $5 Movie Mondays at Cedar Lee. I got to eat a lot of delicious food with Sarah and Simone at Sarah's house. I got to be nerdy many times. I finally beat Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles with my friends. And I met someone. So as you can see, it's going to be a little hard going back to school tomorrow.

Brotherhood

Be aware everyone, here is the Anime nerd coming out in me. I just watched the first two episodes of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, the OVA series to one of my all time favourite Anime series. I already see discrepencies, and so far 21 episodes have already aired. The episodes I have watched so far, and the preview of episode 3, all seem to be a retelling of the original series. I'm not sure how I feel about this. But I seem to have some explaining to do. OVA means Original Video Animation, and depending on the series, can be one of several things. There is the manga-faithful OVA, the "not enough source material to make a series" OVA, and the anime series movie OVA. Brotherhood seems to be taking the route of a more manga-faithful OVA series, which I don't think I'm going to like. I'm not much of a manga nerd, but I tried to read some of the later Fullmetal Alchemist mangas, and they just had what seemed to me as pointless characters and filler side plots. I'll continue watching for now, and will most likely finish it even if it irritates me. But for those of you who like Anime and have not watched the original Fullmetal Alchemist series, do so. It is a fantastic series with top quality animation and plot. And after that, watch the film Conqueror of Shamballa. It is the actual end to the series, though still very open-ended.

The Pianist

I just finished watching The Pianist for the third time. This film is incredibly sad, but yet incredibly beautiful. I can't stand watching people being shot in films. This summer at a 90s theme party at Kenny's, we were watching Saving Private Ryan, and I just couldn't handle it. The graphic instant death...it just sends chills down my spine. I need a hug after watching it, even though the beautiful piano solo during the end credits calms me down. The worst part of the film though is when he doesn't get to help the German officer who helped him. The poor officer ended up dying in a Soviet labor camp in 1952, while Szpilman lived until the year 2000. War is such a terrible thing. We're told that history is doomed to repeat itself. Then why is nothing ever done to prevent history from repeating itself? It's plain to see the conditions that start wars and genocides. I'm sorry for preaching, but I always wish I could scream loud enough for the people in the film to hear me warning them, thereby saving them. A man can dream...