Friday's List

Here's a list of stuff that I need to do:

• Ropes
• Oil
• Gas
• Air

Wow, that sounds really vague, or dirty.

See, I'm headed up to Minneapolis for 1.5 days with some friends to see some other friends in a performance. I think it's going to be in a bowling alley/theatre...maybe. I'm intrigued, none-the-less. 8 hours each way. Leaving Saturday morning.

My brother is coming in Thursday night to visit the U of I as a hopeful transfer student. A non-traditional. Then he's hanging out Friday for that stuff. That night, I'll be attending a formal with the 4H house as I will be accompanying Amanda. I'm excited to break out my dancing shoes and dust off a tie. There is something really romantic about slow dancing under some colored lights on a wooden floor.

Scones to pick with you

No, this isn't some crazy adventure through a mystery land where baked goods grown on trees like ripened fruit.

My boss made scones today, and they are lemon poppy seed. But for some reason they kind of taste like corn to me. However, they are delicious and I want them in my mouth. Then in my stomach.

I'm in an improv troupe. We perform every Monday. I'll be gone from this place called Champaign next year and won't have that anymore. That makes me sad. However, the prospects for growing up are exciting. I love to perform and hope I will have the time, outlets and opportunities to do so while I mature or deture, whichever way you look at it. So I say, seek it out, and make it last.

I think I was listening to a song by Beck just yesterday and the line, "You'll never find true love unless you look for it" rings prominantly true in my ears today. And that makes me want to book some flight tickets to celebrate true love.

The Sis

So, I'm attempting to write a Master's Thesis this semester for school. Needless to say, I'm a bit frightened. It's a big undertaking, and I don't have a clue what I'm doing. I've written things in the past, and I'll write things in the future.

So I was thinking about the word. Thesis...if you break it down. It is literally the sis. So, it is like your little sister. Except, she's an infant and has been dropped off on your doorstep and you are left to care for her by yourself. And you are forced to breast feed, even though you are a man.

On the Reading list:

I, Rigoberta Menchu: a telling story of a Guatamalan Maya Woman who is left to represent herself in a society and through a language that is not her own. Hopefully it will be helpful to me.

Results!

If you are lucky enough to be an up and coming resident assistant on the University of Illinois at Urbana Champaign's campus, you will see some version of this:

Suicide prevention training, Round 2. Daniel, photography.

1.23.2008

Life is about perspective. What I see is completely different than what someone else sees. I just recently changed majors from business administration to photography. Needless to say, my parents are worried. I'm their only child. I suppose they have a right to be worried. But not smothering. Five-six times a day I get phone calls from my mother. My dad, seven emails between the hours of 9 am and noon. It must have been a slow day in the office. But I don't need any more friends in my life, I need parents. Did you go out last night? When I went to school down there, I went out five nights a week. The tuition bill came in that will be $8,000, jkol, don't worry son, we paid for it. Going to the game later tonight? No, I didn't go out last, and no I'm not going to the game later. I understand that my parents love me. School is different nowadays. It's a competitive market. The hungry wolves pick out the weak sheep and thin the herd. I thought changing majors would help. Explore myself a little bit more. But the more I do, I realize that I know less and less about this world. It is just clear to me that the world is a huge place, and I'm always in competition with the people around me. I'm tired. I just want to sleep. I want the problems to fade away. What happened the other night was no accident. My roommate was going out with some people, and asked me to go. I said no thanks. The bars just aren't for me. So later on that night, a couple of people from down the hall decided to play some drinking games. Code name: DDR. Drink drink run. Take two shots and then run around the building and come back. Repeat. So, I thought I'd play a few rounds with them.t. After awhile I decided I'd had enough and went back to my room. I thought it was a good idea to take out a self portrait project to work on it a little bit. I must have passed out and went to bed. Next thing I know is my roommate comes home wasted and acting weirded out. I just rolled back into bed, and the next thing I know I'm waking up the bang on my door from my RA.

My night tonight

So, this is my night:

Writing a monologue for suicide prevention training

Listening to NPR's Car Talk with Click and Clack

Eating Heath Ice Cream in Memoriam of Heath Ledger

Honestly, it's a really great night...although it sounds morbid. Don't worry, I have a candle lit to brighten up the room both visually of olfactarily(?). Funny how as a person I spell things out even if they aren't words. Clearly I know what I mean, and hopefully others do to.

When this happens:

Sometimes, I notice other people's lives. Then it makes me write stuff down.

1.8.2008 Out

It seems so simple at first.

Another forlorn story about a girl and a guy missing out,
missing someone
but you’re missing the point.

You are a strong piece,
this is about calling,
calling out.

This is about reaching,
reaching out.

Not putting up with ,
but putting out,
putting yourself out;

out there,
just one more time,
for a change.

Just one more time,
for a chance.


Kevin M. Reader