The past few months have been a crisis, but it seems that spring always renews, and with it has come a better understanding of my role in my own universe here in the city. For a while, I thought that starting over somewhere else was the only way to alleviate my terror; it's what I always revert to, fleeing.
Somewhere amongst all the moving from town to town and switching between my mom and dad every other weekend, a nitch was set in my soul that makes it impossible for me to sit still. I simply cannot stay in one place for too long, and it is a blessing and a curse. Though the ambition it brings is great for my career, it makes it incredibly difficult to get a good foothold wherever I am. When something goes wrong, I tend to just give up on the whole thing. I was almost ready to give up on IUPUI, but I think we worked something out...
We did some green-screen recording for N240 last week, and our group (Straight Chicken) rocked the green casbah. We could do whatever we wanted, so we decided to imitate the Head-On commercials; but instead of pain medication, we are shamelessly plugging ourselves.Straight Chicken; apply directly to the forehead.
We are straight badass, and we own the night. And by night, we mean Mondays from 3-5:40 PM. In the IT building, not the whole world. Let's not get greedy here...
Josh and I made quesadillas the other night and watched No Country for Old Men. This was the exciting view of the fridge before we began cooking. It was slightly emptier afterwards, as were our souls. The picture above it is of me helping make the quesadillas...exciting times. Those were amazing quesadillas. Oh, and the movie was good, too.
One final thing to show you before I'll wrap up this entry. I saw this one day on Facebook, and I found it slightly amusing. Two people with the same profile picture:
It's almost like Mike is in the middle calling the shots during an all out war that puts twin against twin.
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No?
Okay, fine.
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