A Small Adventure

Hi Mom. For my Lit class I'm currently writing my Genre History paper and I've decided to write about Zombie Comedies. As I was researching, I stumbled on "Zombies on Broadway" (1945). Ahuh, you can bet I looked that up right away. IMDB summary: Two bumbling press agents must search for a zombie to fulfill a commitment to their ex-gangster boss's new nightclub or face the consequences. Plot synopsis via Wikipedia: Jerry Miles and Mike Strager are employed as Broadway press agents. Their latest idea is to hire a "genuine zombie" for the opening of the Zombie Hut, a new cabaret nightclub owned by gangster Ace Miller that will open on Friday the 13th of the next month. The boys plan is to dress a former boxer up as a zombie, figuring no one will know the difference. However, Ace's nemesis, a Walter Winchell type radio celebrity is friends with the boxer and vows he will publicly humiliate Ace Miller if a real zombie is not at the opening of

Hi Mom. Trust me, I know how long it's been since I've blogged (a whole month). I have zero excuse EXCEPT that I was home for a week, and I think my presence in general is worth at least a few weeks of my blogging presence, plus I've been trying to finish up this school year with at least a little of my sanity, so when I'm not doing school work, I'm playing Dragon Age and not trying to put words into coherent sentences, when I could just text you. ANYWAYS. I'm in my last FULL month in school for the school year and it's also my last month (ish - I'll have some spill over into early-mid May) on Phentermine. March was not my best workout month. The week I was home and the week after I did absolutely zero workouts, and the week before and after were pretty half-assed (3 days each week of meh). SO. New month, new plan. I wanted to make my last month on my pills worth it. I can work out anytime but I won't get the extra boost from Phentermine any ot

Hi Mom! So Friday afternoon, while I was quarantined in my room with Pink Eye I opened my recent amazon purchase and got to trying out Henna for my hair for the first time. I'd been wanting to do SOMETHING to the color, since my bleh roots are growing out so the top of my head is like this pale yellowish brown, while the ends are a deeper reddish brown. The main criteria when it came to coloring my hair was something I could do and something cheap. During my search, my friend Keely sent me a snapchat, and like most of them it featured her gorgeous, deep fiery, blazing red hair. This lead to a train of thought that arrived on a memory of her telling me about switching from chemical hair dyes to henna.  And thus the obsession began. I got her brand recommendation (Light Mountain Natural) and all the tips and tricks since she's been doing it for years. And then researched constantly for 2 days while I waited for my amazon package to get here.  The colors which ran

Hi Mom, I justifiably flinched when I went to get my mail yesterday. Also I have pink eye again (in both eyes this time). It's this pretty yellowish red :/ I look like someone in a zombie movie who is beginning the transformation.  Pro: 3 day weekend Con: being conscious is uncomfortable (but I mean 3 day weekend amiright?)

Hi Mom. I may have mentioned last month - to you and Jason mostly - that I sent in an application to volunteer at the Humane Society of Sarasota County. It had been something I'd been thinking about doing since coming to Ringling, mainly because of the lack of animal socialization I receive living in a dorm on a college campus. When I started baby-talking to the local squirrels before winter break, I knew something needed to change. Then, Katy passed away. It's easy to not think about it, especially when I'm so far away and in a place I would never associate Katy with. Katy wasn't a part of my Ringling experience. She was the thing I got to see when I flew home for holidays/breaks. She wasn't here she was there...now she's...not. But now that she's gone I'd do anything to make it so she was. So, during my first week back from Winter Break, in the middle of a very dark, lonely, let's-think-of-every-awful-thing-that's-ever-happened kind of ni

Hi Mom. So this evening, Ringling added a last minute video call with Ryan Howe and Rachel Narita, two people that represent PIXAR's University Relations Department. I sat with a crowded, buzzing with enthusiasm, auditorium to listen to a presentation that I'd dreamed about seeing since I was a sophomore in High School - since that's when the very real possibility of pursuing a career in art took hold. And afterwards, I came out feeling confusingly unattached and quite content. PIXAR was arguably one of the biggest inspirations in my life when it came to pursuing my dream of art. But my dreams and ideals have shifted through the years, which is natural. But my goals have shifted further away from that original dream than I'd realized. Anytime anyone would ask me what I wanted to do, I'd always say, without hesitation, "PIXAR is the dream." And if someone asked me that today, I don't think I would respond the same, or if I did it would be because