Two New Videos!

I put up two new videos on YouTube!

Papa Was a Rodeo:



Killing Me Softly:

Job Hunting!

Lately, I've been thinking about earning money and whatnot, so that I can get into a good college and pay for it. I really want a job, and I really want to go to a good college that I love. This is where the AMC comes in... I just spent, like, half an hour working on an application for it.
I'm worried because I don't have any previous employment, but everyone has to start somewhere, right? And I wouldn't mind starting at a movie theatre. In fact, I think it would be really fun! I like to think that I am good with people (unless they are creepers on the bus), and I like to help.

I need to tell Mr. Rayher that I put him as a reference... eh... I hope he is okay with it.
Anyone know of any places that are hiring 15-year-olds?

Newly Found Monologue

Found a new monologue! It's so great and powerful!

MARY ALICE:
It's what I really want to do, Jack. I can't just sit and watch. All my life... I watched. I watched my daddy until he finally couldn't take it any more and--
Listen, I gotta do this. I gotta.... Let me tell you. You see, one day my brother and about ten of the boys from his class went out explorin' in the caverns one day, 'bout a mile from where we were livin'. Jack. Listen. They were in there a few hours-- guess they wanted to go way back into the cave to see where it would take them. There was a flash thunderstorm and it started to flood. Well, they got divers down there... and the TV cameras came from the city... and it kept rainin' off and on. My mama dragged my daddy out to the cave.. and all the rest of us. We all sat there, with the other families, sat there, lined up on the hillside, lookin' down into the flooded pit, the TV cameras takin' our pictures... we sat there... watchin'... waitin'... watchin'... the divers tryin to work their way through the water and up into the cavern... watchin'... and everytime they came back with nothin'.... My mama just sat there. Sat there. And then she started... couldn't help herself, I know, but she started with that look... accusin' ,u daddy with her eyes. If we didn;t have to live in this place, none of this woulda happened.... that's what that look said.... this is your fault.... I wish it was you in that cave and not--... look at you... can't do nothin'... can;t even get my boy outa that cave....... it was just flashin' outa her eyes. Finally, my daddy couldn't take it anymore. He ran down the hill, started rippin' his clothes off and jumped into the water before anyone could stop him. She didn't want anyone to stop him. She just watched. He tries gettin' into that cave about a dozen times... finally they talked him into tyin' a rope around himself and he kept tryin'..... tried about an hour... she never changed her expression. My brother died in that cave. Took the bodies out about a week later. After the rains died down. And the water dried up. Mu daddu came into my room after he saw my brother at the funeral parlor. Said... I love you, Mary Alice. Said, I love you. You be happy. You can find it anywehre you want to. And he left. See?

It's from Death of a Miner by Paula Cizmar. I just love it!

New Video on Youtube!

I posted a cover of Daydreamer by Adele. I've known how to play it for so long, but never posted it. It's so easy to play, too! I love it.
So, yeah, if you wanna listen to it (whoever even reads my blog), here it is:



My webcams quality is pretty poor... sorry!

Sonnet! Yay!

I chose a sonnet today. Sonnet 144:

Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,

Which, like two spirits, do suggest me still;

The better angel is a man right fair,

The worser spirit a woman colored ill.

To win me soon to hell, my female evil

Tempteth my better angel from my side,

And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,

Wooing his purity with her foul pride.

And whether that my angel be turned fiend

Suspect I may, but not directly tell;

But being both from me both to each friend,

I guess one angel in another’s hell.

  Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,

  Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

This is pretty much what it means:

I love two people. One comforts me and the other makes me despair. Like two spirits both constantly point me in different directions. The better angel is a beautiful, fair-haired man. The bad one is an evil-looking woman. To help put me in hell sooner, my evil female tempts my angel away from my side. She hopes to make my saint into a devil, seducing him to impure acts in her foul and self-assured way. And though I can suspect him, there’s no way I can tell directly whether my angel has turned into a fiend. But since the two of them are away from me and friendly with each other, I’m guessing that one angel is inside the other—and in hell with her. Yet I’ll never know this for sure, instead living in doubt until my bad angel fires the good one out of hell.

Yesterday

Woke up, late as usual, moaned, ran into my clothes, fixed my face and hair, ran out the door into my mother's car, had an awkward ride with her, barely made it to english class, pulled a recitation of a poem out of my ass, got an A, avoided Trevor, heard a story from Kim about what Trevor said about me, called him a fucker about a million times, went to italian taught by my mother, went to the library with Dante and then the vending machines during Italian class (oops!), went back to italian, got very confused with all of the versions of "the"s, went to Chemistry, did a lab, did well, still have to finish it, went to theatre, ran a lot, left for Mock Trial, got there too early, went to Starbucks to read a play and waste time, accidentally sat next to a celebrity, watched three enormous groups of stupid adults acting like teenage girls pass by him and scream, decided to introduce myself and leave, went to Mock Trial, learned more stuff, got on the bus, saw some chick from my old school, didn't talk to her, finished the play I was reading, started reading chapter ten on the life of Frederick Douglass, didn't finish, went to my second bus stop, saw Cole, got insulted by Cole, told Cole to fuck off, got on the bus, got home, ate, watched Liar Liar, felt accomplished, worked on some reading, slept.

Just another day of my life.

Old Video

I remember this day. Sha'Kara and I were working on our model for Wake... that was fun haha.

Shakespeare Monologue!

I found a Shakespeare Monologue. It's from Julius Caesar, and the character is Portia. Act II scene i.

Is Brutus sick? and is it physical
To walk unbraced and suck up the humours
Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,
To dare the vile contagion of the night
And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air
To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus;
You have some sick offence within your mind,
Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
I ought to know of: and, upon my knees,
I charm you, by my once-commended beauty,
By all your vows of love and that great vow
Which did incorporate and make us one,
That you unfold to me, yourself, your half,
Why you are heavy, and what men to-night
Have had to resort to you: for here have been
Some six or seven, who did hide their faces
Even from darkness.
I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.
Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
Is it excepted I should know no secrets
That appertain to you? Am I yourself
But, as it were, in sort or limitation,
To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,
And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs
Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,
Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.If this were true, then should I know this secret.
I grant I am a woman; but withal
A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife:
I grant I am a woman; but withal
A woman well-reputed, Cato's daughter.
Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
Being so father'd and so husbanded?
Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose 'em:
I have made strong proof of my constancy,
Giving myself a voluntary wound
Here, in the thigh: can I bear that with patience.
And not my husband's secrets?

It's really long, though so I am going to cut (possibly) what is in bold. Then I have to cut 8 more lines.