The Ghost Rider

Just went and saw if with the former ( former sounds better than the ex). Very frekin' cool. Go out an watch it. Nicholas Cage does an amazing job as a Ghost Rider. Its not spider man, but its cool. I never liked choppers that much, but heck, flaming ones, ridden by flaming skeletons in leather beating up the bad dudes, well kinda cool. Also the leading lady, who's name i forget, is also very hot. Yes, very much so. Not to mention the plot is cool. Well anywho, i have a paper to write "wink, wink"

Single again, for sure this time

So it's over. Make me happy. the pressures gone. having to worry about hurting her is gone. She's letting me go. Truth be told we're both really immature. Heck we're freshmen. We need some time to grow up. Its been amazing, but its time to get back to life. Only sad part is i think she's letting me go. I'm ready for this, been ready for this, she's not. She's an amazing girl, and she's doing this because she loves me. Tugs on the heart a little, not going to lie. Its good to be free though. My independence is satisfying. For those of you watching facebook, i'm not "officialy" out of this relationship. I promised her one last date. Then its officially over. I'll be sad, in fact thats sort of kicking up right now, but its for the best.

From Facebook to Myspace: a journey of spiraling adiction

Ok so i got into myspace for the heck of it. Why not i said. So i blogged once and then forgot about. Was chatting it up with a friend of mine , my page had been found, and it was lame. So i went to work. Found some cool sayings. Got mad at the ridiculously small font they give you , changed the profile picture. Got some Great Big Sea going down, alls happy. But now, i'm addicted and in a few short minutes i will go and see how many people read my blog. However, i will also get the feeling that someones watching me, that their creepy and that they want to...do bad things. To me. Was reading a survey on said friends site, and was wondering, why would a random person care. Then their was this creepy singles advertisement. Web cam chat they call it, telling me to chat. It was just a stock advertisement, for fools to click on so they can steal all of your money and sell your email address to spammers. But i almost clicked on it to make it go away. Creappyyyyy

(Time Of Your Life)"

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

Well, singleness is setting in

I just broke up. Last night. Over the internet. Why the heck does it always happen over the internet? Can i not date a girl that can communicate in way than the internet? I mean,i changed face book, sent her an email and she emails me the reason's why she's mad at me. Well you know what? i tolled her specifically if she didn't say it to my face i wasn't especially interested in reading it in an email. I didn't delete it, but neither did i read it all. I'm getting tired of her getting mad,not talking, then that night she'll come up and hug me, and kiss me and never tell me why she was mad. I cant take this anymore! i told her we'll talk sometime, but not anytime soon. Kinda diggin' on the whole being single again. This ones for Jer. God, its been a lovely day...( great song)

Chaple Sucks, at least most of the time

Think ten minutes of songs lead by a constipated walrus, think maybe ten minutes of preaching by a drunk panda, think definatly ten minutes of announcements lead by an angry chiwawa, who also happens to be our president, and you get a general description of chapel. However there are bright moments, like the ones when we only have two songs and then they tell us to leave. Or on those evan rarer moments when the preacher is actually a good preacher ( reference : Niccum, Baired, Kooi, Jeff Walling, Randy Harris, Mitch Wilburn). Like today. Mitch is in town, and preachin' it up. Happy Brent. Granted he doesn't have the time to say anything much, but it makes me happy to see someone who's actually passionate speaking from the stage.

A little of whats on my mind

A little, its late ( i was just at Ihop with some friends and had a little coffee that sort of wearing off). I'm tired off Oc. Not in a , oh gosh i just have to make it four more weeks. I'm tired off it in a deep it saps my soul sort of way. Its not the schools fault its my own, i guess. I can document the steps in which it felt like i was leaving God at home on the car trip here. I couldn't touch my bible the day before i got here. I can read my Bible in Pourto Rico ( thats a place thats been on my mind a lot) my uncles in Texas, my brothers house, my home at 5 in the morning, Mexico i ate it up like a starving man, but Oc? gosh i'm lucky if i touch it when I'm not in bible class, and praying? It feels like God went with me to a certain point on the car trip then he was waving goodbye as we drove away. I think i can count on my fingers the amount of times I've felt like I'm actually in the presence of a living breathing God at Oc. Once at Refuge ( a Thursday night bible thing) and a couple times during the Spanish songs we sing every whensday nights. In fact I'm so dependent on those songs as a way to feel my creator that when we don't sing them, I'm depressed. Generally i have no clue what I'm singing, but somehow Spanish songs get to me, it's like God speaks to me through them. Well thats it, or some of it, i'm tired.

Oc lets us down once again

Ok this is a rant, i'll get to that other post any day now. Ok so my parents are shelling out the bling so i can go to school at this "first" rate place of Christian enlightenment. What happens when i arrive at the caf today? Guess? We are presented with togo boxes cause some one or organization has taken over the cafeteria for some reason. I wouldn't have been incredably pissed if they had at least warned us, like an email that said " Such and such worthy cause organization has taken over the cafeteria, your going to have to eat out of togo boxes." But for all know it could be a bunch of Rich dudes their trying to wring money out of, so they can raise my tuition ( yes it is happening, i was over at the printer the other day and someone had printed out a bunch of surveys about the cost going up 6% for tuition and maybe 5% for room and board, i don't remember exactly) to build stuff i really don't give a crap about ( reference baseball field we wont be able to use cause its only for out dear baseball team and clock tower). But they don't. My parents are already paying way to much for room and board, the dorms suck and the caf constantly under delivers, every day, seven days a week. So unless those rich dudes are going to start shelling out the chunk change to pay my bills or give every student a Porsche, give me my cafeteria back.

Back from Mexico

So i made it to Mexico and back without our dear government suspecting that they let a undocumented member of their country slip in and out without their knowledge. Did a lot of thinking, praying, reading of the old bible, so a really long post should be forthcoming. The reason I'm making this post is cause the old blog was distracting me, and i needed to do some blogging to get it out of my system. Well, back to practice.

Why i hate chapel

Ok the way to get Brent excited about Chapel is not to have a crummy ( a.k.a New Reign) worship team get up and start singing before i actually have to hear them, i treasure those ten minutes before chapel in which i sit in my seat, catch up on my girlfriends day, or merely snooze,pick my nose hairs whatever. Truth be told i really hate bands that are basicaly copying Accapella ( the only "band" that actually does Accapella moderatly well), but turn out to be more like a really bad N'Sync ( if thats possible) with less training in the art of singing. Second if your going to get on stage and pretend to be rock stars, your not fooling anyone, get a guitar. Third, if you cant sing, the key is to snap your fingers. Makes people think you can.

Whats up my tunner bro's..

Very excited about the summer. I just googled the car i'm probably be going to be driving ( 1998 caviler) and found out i can perform the two cheapest and best ways to gain horsepower and get a body kit for 1600 give or take a bit. A cold air intake is round aboutish 400, with a header being round about 300. A body kit is anywhere from 300-600. This summer is going to be freakin' awesome. First upgrade will probably be the radio though. It doesn't have cd player. Thats going to be a rough couple weeks till first paycheck nabs me a system. Going to be a lot of mowing the lawn in between working though. But we have a big lawn. And the big bearded man probably wouldn't mind if i do some dead branch snippage on some pine trees i know of. Hopefully i'll actually be able to do stuff to my car, cause' i'm hoping to do some volunteer work for the church and a homeless shelter. All and all a pretty sucky looking summer is beganing to look up. Wootness!

Ok, the scoop

I wasn't going to try out. The director struck me as a nit picking prick who had a very inflated opinion of himself. He may be, but i got to read his play, and frankly he's not that bad as a person . Weird? yes, but he's in theater so thats a given. The play is incredibly funny. I love my charecter. His name is captain Blunchsli or something like that, he's a swiss mercenary who climbs into this girls window to escape pursuit of the Bulgarian army, were he threatens her with an unloaded pistol ( she doesnt know it at the time). It only gets better from there. I'd class him somewere between Professor Henry Higgons of Fair lady fame and the main character in Sitka ( by louis lamour). Maybe just a little less interested in woman than the Sitka guy.

I make the play

4'th show this year. Leading role. Cynical swiss mercenary. Name of play: Arms and the Man. Going to be incredibly funny. Class , must go.

The REMF's are coming to Oc: or why i hate Mike Shiley

Inside Iraq, the untold story. Perhaps, just maybe perhaps, it should have stayed that way. Who is Mike Shiley, you ask? google him and you'll get his official stuff. He came to my college and showed his movie. Brave man i must admit, coming to a conservative campus with something like that. Other than that my praise ends. The man had the audacity to think that because he spent an hour getting "certified" to shoot a machine gun and went on two patrols with an armored unit that he could walk in the boots of a soldier. I will not type the words appropriate for such a rear echelon whiner. He's a civilian and its obvious from his movie that he doesn't even began to comprehend the military mind. Ideas like if the guy under the truck that was smuggling weapons just watched his buddies get waxed and is trying to get away, might just be trying to get away and not want to be killed, not surrender. That if we hit him and he's wounded, it may be better to finish the guy off ( that was smuggling weapons to kill Americans and innocent Iraqi civilians) rather than send a patrol out to get him that might be ambushed. What a REMF! as Marchinko would say, Doom On You Mike Shiley.

Hello, fair friends, my deepest apologies

So its been some time since i graced this particular corner on the internets. The reason? Electra. The play is officially eating my soul. IN other words, Electra gets my soul. Life, my girlfriend, my blog do not. The play is going to be amazing. Its going to be so great because we're all so heavily invested in it. But it still feels like I'm not my own person, the play is me, and it demands i spend my time either doing it, or trying to find a way to rid my mind ( mindless games) of its tentacle like grip on my life. Well i have to get back to class.

Earagon: Perhaps Not

Ok, so the movie sucked. Granted i might not have gone into it with the right attitude. I thought the book was pretty much on par or a little bit bellow most fantasy. But it was pretty popular. So i figured, they'll do a good job because everyone likes it. Nope. It moved. Never, stopped. Characters never developed. There wasn't time. They had to rush to the battle. And then this epic battle...went really fast. Boring. Only person i liked was Brom. Not incredibly true to the book, but he was awesome. really great. every one else sucked. Lets rush the characters to the battle, cause thats what people want. Then lets make this big event sucky.

Caffienated, full, satisfied.

Steak, 10 oz, medium. Ceaser salad. Apple sizzler thingy. Umpteen cups of coffee. Happy, hyper ( having trouble typing actually). Real food. Tastes good. Practice is about to start and I'm ready. Psyched. Tomorrow i get a peak at the next play, and I'll probably try out for it. I love Theater. Well...got nothing else. This ones for Jer. Black fingernails, red wine, i want to make you all mine...

I pay tribute to the gods of Rock and Roll

ok so for the past two day i have been ( in between some classical and downloading the Broadway musical soundtrack to Les Miserables, and some retro switchfoot) i have been taking a journey back in time. hello Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Bob Dylan, Jimmy Hendrix,Chuck Berry, John Denver ( who incidentally is labeled as Rock) and Johny Cash ( Ruckus's selection of mister Cash is horribly limited). I have been paying homage to these great American icons. Granted i feel moderatly hypocritical ( just remembered a song i wanted to find, stairway to heaven, great favorite of a now enlisted friend on mine) as i ridiculed such music. Its not bad. Definetly more technical music wise than our dear modern stuff. makes all my stuff look like , well, music written three year olds. Ah well, still like my modern alternative stuff. Old stuff inst as bad as i thought it was. Well have to go find that song.

Late night weekend

Tired. Need to sleep. Just a little bit sick. Ok so maybe a lot bit sick. Got this really annoying runny nose and sore throat. Great reason to skip chapel tomorrow. Yes!!! Not going to skip working out, going to skip chapel, you make sense mister Merrill. anyway have a bit of gloomy poetry for y'all. Was walking home the girls dorm to study, happy, awake, and this came to me. Interesting thing is that my current mood is diametrically apposed to this poem ( completely oposite for those of you who don't know what it means, and to prove to my brother i actually know what it means). Wells here's my dark bit of poetry:
Pleading,
Screaming,
putting one foot in front of the other,
watching helplessly as the days just run into one another,
crying for meaning,
Pleading,
Screaming.
Well i really hope i have creeped you all out. That would make me very happy. Any way, tired, have to wake up at six. Oh , Annapolis the movies sucks, and Queen of the Dammed might quite possibly be the worst, stupidest vampire movie i have ever seen in my entire life. Well my bottle of Advil is calling my name. Advil might quite possibly be the solution to many of life's problems ( those not solved by coffee, and music off course)

Mellowness

Awake, enjoying life. chilling to some sweat music Sing for the Bartender, sing for the astronaut, Sing! Not mad any more, not to the point that i actually read that the email, but getting there.Might have been mistaken, but i haven't read the email yet, so i'll reserve judgment. The g-friend and i are once again happy with each other. We had our talk, it went well, the two days made everything happy. Today while we were painting the set, everyone was telling thier she left me or i left him cause she was a freak stories. their were a couple i almost got married stories. Got me thinking. So not evan mentally ready for marriage. Almost broke up on that thought. Not sure how i can be dating a girl , with my eye on the future, and i'm scarred spit less of marriage. Seems kinda contradictory if you know what i mean. Well i'll go be puzzled elsewhere.