Wednesday, December 31, 2008

The winter sun in southeast Louisiana

I sit outside under the bright winter sun
I squint and shade my eyes with my left hand.
My jeans are wet from the unusually green grass. 
The warmth on my face is soft but exponentially increasing
No signs of winter --
Except for the slight edgy coolness of the almost still breeze.
My daughter in jeans and a t-shirt plays
With Crayola sidewalk chalk 
And picks wild flowers, a euphemism for weeds 
Growing in our backyard.
Occasionally I hear laughter from my neighbor 
Whose door is open and is keeping amusing company,
I suppose.
One feels guilty leaving this day.
These rare days, 
When one is taking in sun while others are shoveling snow.
But I escape into the dark and AC temperature-controlled house.
Blinds closed.
TV on.
Computer humming.
Now this is living.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Is it just me or does Hilary Duff look like a young Pamela Anderson?


Courtesy of my cousin, Jessica



Don't you think Katie Perry and Zooey Deschanel look identical?


One Act/ One Scene Play: Stups

Wife: You know when I call you "Stups" thats just a term of endearment... How do you even know it stands for stupid?

Husband: How about "You're an Idiot!" What does that stand for?

The End

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Congratulations

Its early morning
and I'm still reeling from the wonderful news of last night.
My friend Amy's birthday party was last night, and to all of our surprise her boyfriend proposed to her after we sang happy birthday! 
It was incredible and totally unexpected on my part. 
Anyways I'm so happy and excited.
This is wonderful

Saturday, December 27, 2008

My incessant wish: An ode.

Such
cool unwavering gentle impulses
like the foamy remnants of  a lazy retreating wave
that bid me, demand of me, call to me.
Just subtle nudges, 
infinitely small,
lost inside of a forgotten corner of my mind.
--Lingering in my heart
I am yours.
eternally-- a
never ending possession by you, of you, and with you. 

Friday, December 26, 2008

Giving blood

I am a huge chicken when it comes to being punctured with a needle. I have terrible anxiety... I flinch... I hesitate... I slap nurses' hands away...

Basically I'm terribly annoying.

Well today my sister in law Jackie, Lee and I went to donate blood for their friend's father. Even a good cause was not enough to prevent me from acting like a complete fool. But the deed was done and I've survived my first of many blood donations.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

One Act One Scene Play: Hairy Harriette

[Wife is sitting at the computer looking at pictures of Julia Roberts with armpit hair.  Husband walks into room]

Husband: Ahh Thats disgusting... Why are you looking at that?
Wife: I don't know. I think its kinda funny, but you gotta think about it.  Why is it so horrible   for a woman to not shave her underarms?  I think I may try that out. Not shave my pits   for an eternity and then go to the gym and lift weights. See how people react.
Husband:  Women aren't supposed to be hairy.  
Wife: That's so ridiculous!
Husband: Look you can grow out a hair bush if you want to be the nastiest most disgusting of all time.

The end.

Whip Lash: Its all Amy's fault...

**NOTE**

My friend blogs as well, and she found this wonderful site that has blog backgrounds. I saw her super cute background and wanted one as well. BUT i haven't been able to stick to a certain background. There was something about each one that bothered me to no end. So I've changed my background an abundance of times. I'm sure if you've visited this blog before you've noticed how it rarely looks the same twice. 

I've settled on this one.  Get comfortable.

jm


Now Thoughts about Back Then

You are sitting down watching tele
or laying down waiting on Hypnos to bring you to his world of slumber
when your mind begins to wander.
And in the interlaced scrambling of vector thoughts,
you are triggered,
and almost immediately you are somewhere else.
Somewhere familiar
as if you had just left and were simply recalling the events of the day.
Your mind is oddly focused,
and you can almost taste and smell the intangible memory world.
This has happened before,
but then you could bring it all back.
you could close your eyes and escape into the past.
Time has elapsed now.
Perhaps too much time for this once concrete dream to manifest itself as anything more than a simple apparition.
Now you are struggling to feel what you once felt at the closing of your eyes
Back then it was all that you needed.
Just darkness
You welcomed the darkness.
Now you are reaching for it.
Brushing it with your finger tips.
It's too far now.
You resign to the loss.
You're eyes are open,
and the darkness that once materialized into other worlds
is now just the absence of light,
and you are alone in your room or chair.
You will try again,
but it will only become more vague.
Until the memory
regresses into hazy once-somethings
Until those hazy once-somethings
regress into nothingness.
And those one time now thoughts about back then
have ended, and you never even noticed.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Serenity at its creepiest

Gavin DeGraw was another interesting one. He was like a whimsical "faerie" He was so mellow and graceful. It was almost creepy. He spoke very softly and agreed with everything i said.

ONE ACT ONE SCENE PLAY

(Jillien and Her cousins are outside of the House of BLues. The night is incredibly foggy and humid. They're waiting to catch a glimpse of Metro Station, when out of the fog Gavin DeGraw appears.)

Jillien: (shouting) Is that GAVIN?!

[Gavin slowly walks toward the crowd of girls. He is almost floating and then within seconds he's right in front of their faces]

Gavin: [softly] Hello
Jillien: [hoots] Hi Gavin, can you sign this?

[she hands him her friends phone]

Gavin: Sure

[Gavin pulls out his own Sharpee marker out of his pocket.]

Jillien [commenting] Oh you brought your own marker

[Gavin chuckles]

Jillien: I saw you upstairs enjoying Metro Station.
Gavin: Yeah I was.
Jillien: I also saw those girls enjoying you... You must have been very flattered.
Gavin: I was I was
Jillien: I would have been flattered too if a bunch of hot girls were hanging all over me.

[Gavin gives a creepy calm smile]

Jillien: Can we switch markers?
Gavin: No.

The End

who's Mitch?!?

So me and my girls went to the night the B stole Christmas WHERE the Vettes performed and Lady GaGa, Metro Station, and Gavin Degraw.  

well the only band I had any vague knowledge of was The
 Vettes. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

We were very lucky to meet a lot of the Rock Stars. My baby cousin even got her hand grabbed by Trace Cyrus from Metro Station and she also leapt like a ballerina to catch his water bottle, WHICH SHE DID! awesome. 

We skipped out early to try to catch Metro Station going into their tour bus.  While we were waiting we saw the bass player of The Vettes hanging around outside, Mitch.  My cuz, Melissa, was going on about him ssooOoOoOOooOOOo much--- how he's her favorite. How he's the cutest one in the band.  And the truth is is that Mitch was definitely the friendliest and most humble of the Vettes, by far.  After he spoke to us for a while and returned inside the HOB, we were all mentioning how sweet Mitch was, whennn...... Melissa responded by saying: "Who's Mitch?!"

She had just gone on about how he was her love for over 5 minutes straight.  

Who's Mitch?  She asked like 4 times.  It was ins
ane.  Hilarious, but insane. 
>>>>>>>>>THIS IS MITCH, BY THE WAY.


At your dirt, Jillien

So my cousin and I have been doing the "next blog" excavation  of blogger's best.  We came across this very interesting blog.  Its simple. No reading. (unlike this blog; that I fear scares off most viewers by its ridiculous ramblings)  

Anyways: check it out:



Thursday, December 18, 2008

It hurts

Why do i torture myself. I've rented Forgetting Sara Marshall for the 3rd time tonight under the "excuse" that my cousin hadn't seen it, but in reality i love to torture myself and watch the man of my dreams dance like a male stripper  on my tele.  

My cousin is in physical pain over her celebrity crush Trace; so we are comforting each other through this very hard time.

"I think sometimes: maybe if i had a boyfriend i wouldn't be so crazy, but look at you....You're married and have a child."

-wow-

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Is this normal?

Is it normal to become completely obsessed with a celebrity?  I doubt that it is.  Reason being: that your over-fascination must be fueled by the hope that one day this person will find you and desire you... Even if it is only a tiny sliver of hope, it still exists.  Why else would one devote so much attention to the celebrity?

I am a sufferer of celebrityobsessivitis.  As of yet, I have not found a cure.  I have only found more youtube videos.  And i have to be honest, it's not helping.    I've even begun to start showing symptoms:   restlessness, dark circles under eyes, red dry eyes due to too much youtube/web surfing... Its horrible.  

If only russell brand or Georges St. Pierre would marry me!! ----NO NO i didn't mean that.  I'm worse than I thought.  My impulses are even externalizing themselves through my blogging. 

This is serious.  

If you or anyone you know has been cured of celebrityobsessivitis, please contact me.


no no that was the wrong link. Here ya go:---->click here!!!<----

You have just got to admit that he's so super hot when he talks french... 

Okay so i'm sure you've noticed. I watch a lot of youtube.   Its the cross I have to bear. 

Blue

Blue is not often a color I identify with.  I've decided to change my blog background because the last time i did i was inspired to write.  I searched through the ridiculous amount of templates before choosing this very blue background.  

You know when so much is running through your mind that you rather not bother to write it down or even to really vocalize it, for that matter.  That's how i feel. Its not that there is nothing to say but perhaps too much to say--too much to feel.

How fun life must be when spent completely superficially.  

First goal for the new year: be more childlike.

Second goal: try to form a coherent blog.  

Saturday, December 13, 2008

AAHH

Oh my.

I have been so busy these past couple of weeks/days.  this has been the first weekend in an eternity that I haven't had any obligations.  No weddings no parties no performances.  

Next week, on the other hand, is a different story.  I have so much to do next week.  And can you imagine that my damn house is still dirty. Its incredible.  I can never seem to get ahead.  

Nothing witty
Nothing creative
Nothing really
to write.
Uninspired
Tired
too much
even to think.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Magnificat and Messiah

I've gotta learn the Messiah by saturday night! maybe i'll have time tomorrow when the cootie mama goes to school.  I'm kinda stressed/excited.  Plus i'm missing my rehearsal tonight i think. That makes me even more nervous.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

My Little House

My house is very small, and the living area is further decreased by the amount of SHIT we have piled up in every room-- like we live in the baton rouge dump/junk yard.  I bet there's a small asian family living in our downstairs bedroom and we don't even know it BECAUSE there is so much stuff EVERYWHERE. I'm starting to go insane....

You know when something is so dirty you can't bring yourself to clean it. You rather throw it away than occupy your efforts to cleaning it. Well if i could throw everything in my house away and start over, my life would become so much more tranquil.  I'm thinking about applying to one of those tv shows that comes to your house and throws stuff away and helps you get organized. ANYTHING.  

Lee last night was talking about a yard sale, but that means we would have to organized all the stuff first. And we're back to the beginning.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Robert Pattinson cut his hair?!?!?!?!



---->Click here for the exclusive photo!<----



AAAHHH HAH! I've caught you! I too, like a true crazed and obsessed fan, searched to the far end of the internet and back for the elusive short-haired Pattinson. It's very existence is only a rumor. Like the Lock ness Monster or the Yetti, the short haired Pattinson is a rare and mystical creature attracting only the most devoted of Twilight fans. I cannot even speak of the horrors I came across during my expedition, just to return photo-less.

Empty thoughts

Have you ever sat on your ass so long that you've grown moss and almost turned to stone? I felt like that today. The only reason i got up was to gorge myself with more food. Oh by the way: Besides being a sloth, I'm a glutton as well. I figure those are a couple of pretty nice deadly sins.

Me in hell,"SoooOooO what you in for?"

Fellow Hellian: "uhh did a couple of lustings and 3 wraths."

Me, "Oh yeah... well I'm a lazy glutton."

Proud smirk on my face.


Its really very horrible. When will it end? I feel uninspired. I want to have the old lively vitality. I'm tired of feeling tired and bored. My poor daughter must be very bored with me too. Maybe its a phase...

I hope, cuz this is ridiculous!