Accidentally Hilarious.

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I spent the weekend in Wisconsin Dells, and thought of a few things to share with you: 1) If you are an attractive man or woman with a technically good physique and do not enjoy being stared at, gawked at, or generally checked out, then you should not work at a place where your entire job is to stand around without any clothes on all day long. 2) Noah's Ark: An excuse for you to see your girlfriend half naked and wet for an entire day. 3) Men who have girlfriends, and often times when said girlfriend is sitting, standing, or walking hand in hand with them, WILL look at your boobs if you make eye contact in passing. ("Oh, you have eyes. Oh! You have boobs, too! I'm going to look at them quickly and hope you don't notice BYE!") 4) Everyone is a body builder, and if they're not, they're over the age of 60. Seriously. Even some children look like He-Man. 5) 80's classic rock ballads make an inappropriate waterpark soundtrack. 6) Wisconsin Dells...

All right. I decided that I'm well overdue for a happy blog, since my last few have been rather depressing, and that's saying a lot since I have only really blogged twice in the last 2 or 3 months. And that is unacceptable. I apologize, blog-friends. Mmkay. So I would like to take this blog to discuss the final chapter in the Harry Potter movies. I have been greatly, greatly anticipating while simultaneously dreading this day. I love Harry Potter. I. LOVE. Harry Potter. During the week leading up to the midnight premiere, my friends Ross, Erin, Em (and for one night, Amy) and I all watched the HP movies from start to finish, except for Order of the Phoenix and Half-Blood Prince. We skipped over those because we weren't planning on watching any movies the day of the premiere (Thursday) so we thought it would be most beneficial to skip right to Deathly Hallows Part 1 so we'd be all up to speed. Come Thursday, Erin and Ross and I went to the mall to find the fini...

I need to get away. For good. I have to go somewhere new where nobody knows who I am. So that I can start over fresh. I used to think that I could be happy being who I am forever. But who I am is not who I used to be.

Prepare yourselves for uncensored, uninhibited word vomit. I feel like an idiot. I feel second best, most of the time. I don't think I can handle being turned down, or passed up, or what have you, one more time. There is always someone better than me. I've been doing pretty well up until right now, and for some reason, this feeling of dread and sadness just poured down over me and I can't keep my head above water. I'm sure this feeling will pass in the morning. But when it hits, it hits. And it stings. It's not a fun feeling. I feel like I've been putting it off, keeping it under control, putting it on the back burner. But it's still there. And when I feel like I might be free of it, something else happens that pushes me back under. Some of you know what I'm referring to, most of you don't. And it's better that way. I don't need to explain myself. I don't want to give someone the ego boost of knowing that they had an imp...

So, here I am again, with an internet connection, and really, no real updates for you, blogizoids. I'm just doing laundry at my parents' house and watching Castle. This weekend wasn't too eventful. Friday consisted of a 6 hour workday, most of which was spent on the fairway mower. Afterwards, my mom came over and helped me (and when I say helped me I mean she did all of it) put up a lot of picture frames and photos on my walls. Then Kyle and I went to Goodwill to look for rain boots for me, and we wound up buying more than we planned to. That night, rehearsal for "Angels in America" was held at Laura and John's farm. We all sat at a table out on the porch, beverage (adult or not) in hand, and just recited our lines from beginning of the show to the end. It was rather fun. Midway through the run, John left to a destination unbeknownst to us, and about 20 minutes later he returned with a stack of pizzas in his arms, and when we were done with the line throu...

Okay, people. Enough is enough. I was reading a very cool article about a Preble High School (my alma mater) graduate who is in the Tony winning Best Play "War Horse," which is pretty freakin' sweet. Kinda gives me hope that I, too, may someday be on The Broadway. But anyway, I guess Steven Speilberg is adapting the play for the big screen, which sounds good in writing, but then I read this: Spielberg is going to use REAL horses. The play "War Horse" uses incredibly and beautifully intricate horse puppets that look like the real deal, but the awesome and amazing part is that they're NOT the real deal. That's "War Horse"'s appeal. Remarkable. Another musical-turned-movie I'm hearing a lot about recently is "Rock of Ages." I've seen some production photos of Julianne Hough (meh), Russell Brand (acceptable), Alec Baldwin (ew..really?), and apparently Tom Cruise is joining the fun (VOMIT). What is going on?? I would ...