tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53626090674302482242011-04-21T21:36:42.199-06:00one man's storyMeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16268606081095829765noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362609067430248224.post-37553583613305602322009-05-15T21:34:00.002-06:002009-05-15T21:46:23.726-06:00

Work today began like any other closing shift at the restaurant. I was right bored with the goings-on of the coffee-row folks of the evening...save for one man.Not to be racist, but I was quite surprised by how interested I was to hear about this native man's life. When I moved to pour him a cup of coffee he suddenly turned to me and said with a soft voice, "You know, the only day I'll ever get

Meohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16268606081095829765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362609067430248224.post-89689211447913155062009-04-03T18:50:00.003-06:002009-04-03T19:01:55.853-06:00

"I just want you to know, I'm not mad at you." Those were the distinct words I heard from a girl at university today. She was walking by me with her cellphone and I heard it ever-so clearly without even trying.Many questions rose in my mind about that simple statement.Who is this girl? Who was she talking to? Why did they think she was mad? What did they do? What did she do?On occasion I come to

Meohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16268606081095829765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362609067430248224.post-34149594801020857652008-11-10T17:29:00.002-06:002008-11-10T17:43:29.413-06:00

Greetings, blog. It is now November. It's been a while, to say the least.To quickly catch up, I am enrolled in the University BFA program in Acting, I just turned 23 recently, I'm single (good, bad, I don't know), and things are going relatively smooth.Mostly I wanted to talk about my latest achievement in bettering myself. It has to do with something people like to call "cooking". For the past

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I shaved my head. Luckily I'm not one of those young men whom John Cusack mentions in the film, High Fidelity, "I felt like a fraud, like one of those kids who suddenly shaves their heads and says they've always been punks". I've thankfully never claimed to be a punk. A slacker, an athlete, and a geek, yes, but never a punk.No, I've shaved my head for a more "noble" purpose. You see, my

Meohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16268606081095829765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362609067430248224.post-37367661083776796782008-04-13T16:28:00.002-06:002008-04-13T16:38:45.746-06:00

I'm well into April now. What can I possibly comment on....oh...lots!I've moved into a new house. At first I was questing to find a place in which to live on my own, but circumstances led me to something better, I think. Living in this city comes with the price of expensive living, and next to zero housing availability. So while I spent everyday thumbing through the daily newspaper and calling up

Meohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16268606081095829765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362609067430248224.post-18161614423702842862008-03-16T14:58:00.003-06:002008-03-16T15:19:06.757-06:00

First off, Happy St. Patrick's day tomorrow!Yesterday I went to the Hose with an old friend and a small contingent of her own friends. It was probably the most fun I've had in a bar-type situation in a very long time. And that's how I celebrated St. Patty's 2008!Onward to the thick of my story. Today Linsey, my drama partner, and I shared our performance piece with two individuals from our

Meohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16268606081095829765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362609067430248224.post-7958487024958203062008-03-05T15:58:00.003-06:002008-03-05T16:13:21.283-06:00

Today I've experienced a lot of evidence in the realm of change. Most of this change relates to my latest spiritual movement into Buddhism. Of the three main sects of Buddhism, I chose the teachings of the North Tibetan Buddhists, known as the Vajrayana. I know that there will be much to learn on this road, but today I may have subconsciously slipped into my inner Buddha. I had plenty reason

Meohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16268606081095829765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362609067430248224.post-73020156891344896342008-03-04T19:53:00.000-06:002008-03-04T20:17:08.518-06:00

I have been a writer for as long as I can remember. It may not have always been in the literal sense, but what is a writer anyways? A writer is someone who tells a story. Ok, so I have been a storyteller all of my life.The world of creative nonfiction has always drawn me in. Just like a bug-zapper. Its just...so beautiful....*bzzzzat*I feel drawn to fantasy in particular. All of that geeky stuff.

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