Step It Up

There is a poetry slam on February 19th at a bar downtown. I really want to go. And I really want to enter. Even though that seems like a horrible idea. Anyone want to come with me?

Life?

I think I need to start writing poems again. It gives me an outlet to be angsty when I’m not feeling so awesome about the world. Such as, right now. I am going to be seeing my father tomorrow which is stressing me out. I don’t want to deal with the ridiculousness that is my current family situation. My way of surviving is to just avoid the entire thing at all costs. Mature, I realize.

It is a rule of the universe that when some things in life start going well, other things must fall to pieces. I am not a fan of the universe lately. School is not so great, family is not so great, a relationship is non-existant but my friends are awesome. Everybody who’s always been there is still around, plus some old friends are close again. Thanks G-Unit.

Reppin’

Anyone can write anything on the internet. Rarely, do people write anything interesting. You can judge for yourself how you feel about this blog. My friend Alexis says that it’s getting ‘better.’ Meaning if used to be worse … but now is not worse. Great. That’s what friends are for. Don’t worry Alexis, I still love you.

This very same friend of mine is the reason for this post. Although, it’s gotten a little convoluted by now. Her father has started a blog. It’s way cool. I think you should check it out. Not many parents that I know are writing blog so I think it is definitely worth a read. And I think we should leave him some comments. Just so he gets the hang of how this whole blogging thing works.

The Classics

I have been spending a lot of time in my office lately. You would think that would entail doing lots of work, but that is not necessarily the case. I have a job that is highly stressful but doesn’t always involve lots of work, just lots of time. So while I have been hanging out in my office with my Production Management compatriots, we have started watching movies on Youtube. Youtube has proven to have a pretty decent selection.

Thus far we have watched Aladdin, Mulan, Sydney White, Hercules and a weird Sims version of Sweeney Todd. Next up will be The Emperor’s New Groove and Space Jam. Those are my picks. Clearly I have glorious taste in movies. In my defence, I think classic (or not so classic) Disney is always a good choice.

Fragments

Love is like the ocean. You can see it in movies and on Hallmark cards but you can never truly know what it feels like until you’re in over your head.

Crocoducks

I know that I’ve been posting a lot of videos lately, but this is the best thing to come out of my science class so I feel compelled to share it with you. If you have 10 minutes to spare (or less even) you should definitely check it out.

Quit Playing Games With My Heart

The amount of money that gets pumped into the advertising agency is staggering. Like, straight up ridiculous. I learned in class today that you have to be exposed to a brand name 7 times before you even will register having seen it. So by that logic, I wonder how many times I have to see an ad before I’m compelled to buy?

Advertisers are brilliantly creative. They will use any avenue they can to get your attention. Frequently these include sex, or humour, or something that is familiar to us. Or our pity for inanimate objects?

Is it so wrong to feel genuine sorrow for the salt shaker and the lamp? I am clearly a puppet of the ad industry. They have me in the palm of their hand. Damn!

The Future Me

I will never claim to know what the future holds for me. I think that’s foolish. You can plan ahead but then you have to remember that more than likely it will all change by the time you actually get there. I’m a big believer that every choice you make affects everything about your life and that when you add all of those experiences together you arrive at what your life has become. There is not divine plan or guidance. If you stop to tie your shoe in the street for 30 seconds and then continue walking you are 30 seconds late and may miss things that would have previously happened to you. Like getting hit by a bus or meeting the love of your life.

This whole thought was prompted by a professor mine telling me that I was “born to be a Production Manager.” I don’t like someone else deciding what I was born to do. Especially something that I’m not super keen on being for the rest of my life. Clearly, I don’t have to listen to him. But it is an interesting idea, I think, to ponder what you are ‘meant’ to be. I think I was meant to be in theatre but I don’t think I was supposed to be a PM. There are a lot of sad people out there who never find what they are supposed to be so at least I was clever enough to figure out my field. Everything else will come later. And if I start planning now I’ll just change it all in a year anyway.

A Week of Poetry

For those of you who follow this blog (I’m hoping some people are), you will have already heard about my 7 Poems in 7 Days idea. The week is now finished so you can check out the entire poetry cycle.

I have a good time writing them all. It was like I was giving myself blogging homework. I’m thinking about coming up with different kinds of writing assignments for myself so that I will be forced to post new things. We’ll see.

My Brain Exploded

Fucking brilliant. If I am ever half this good with words I will die happy.