Fall Semester 2005

The first few days of the semester are generally full of surprises. This semester was no exception. I finally was granted Utah state residency which means my tuition went from around $4700 to $1400. The bad part is that I am now an official Utah resident. (shudder)

Theatre auditions were yesterday and I decided at the last minute that I was going to do them. I didn't have much time to put a monologue together and when it was my turn to audition, I wasn't ready. My audition suuuuuuuuuucked. It was freakin horrible. I've never had a worse audition, which is why I was surprised when I got a callback for the lead role.

I'll be missing two weeks of school to film a movie in St. George, starting after Labor Day. It's gonna be fun and luckily most of my teachers are okay with it. I am lucky that I don't have certain teachers who would get mad that I'm missing so much school. I figure that if I'm out doing the real thing it is probably more of an educational experience than sitting in a classroom.

Well, the semester begins. And it's gonna be a doozy.

No wonder people think Christians are crazy. a.k.a. The death of Pat Robertson.

Okay Mr. Pat Robertson. It's time for you to leave the earth. I really don't care how it is. If you die or are abducted by aliens, it really doesn't matter to me. You have to realize that your position does not give you the right to voice your personal opinions as part of a supposedly Christian TV show. Point number one: You as a "spiritual" leader(excuse me while I cough to hide a reference to bovine waste) should be mindful of the implications of your statement.

If the President is going to take out the President of Venezuela, then let him do it on his own using his own devices. He doesn't need your encouragement. It basically makes you look like a fool when you say stupid things like, "I think we should assassinate the President of Venezuela," or, "Islam is a religion of hate and violence,".

First of all you look like an ignorant prat(thank you Great Britain) and you also make the Christian group as a whole look bad. We should actually probably split into two groups: The Normal Christians, and Those Other Crazy People. That's basically what it boils down to.

I personally don't care if the Venezuelan President is assassinated or not. I won't be the one who has to make the call and hopefully if that call were made it would not be made in haste. We as a country have already pissed off at least half of the world. It's only a matter of time before the world realizes that if they all gang up on us, they could probably beat us.

So Pat, what's it gonna be? Will you go away quietly or will the government have to take you out. I would see it as beautiful irony if the President actually called for your assassination. I'll tell you what though. I won't miss The 700 Club at all. And I doubt the hundreds of thousands of people who are scammed into sending you money will miss it either.

Maybe we should have a summit between you and the Venezuelan President? Wouldn't that be great?! Then you could personally tell him how you feel about him. That would be good. I'd say all this right to your face, no problem.

Have a nice day.

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The strange life of Jimi Hendrix

Well if this don't beat all.

CNN.com - The strange life of Jimi Hendrix - Aug 15, 2005

I just can't keep still

Well, the look of the blog has changed again. I like this one. Let me know what you guys think.

1 for 20

That's pretty much the best way to describe what happened to me last night at open mic. I had some new material that I wanted to try out and the only real laugh I got was on my first joke, and then it just went down hill. It's interesting how that works. Of course, how else am I going to find out what's funny, and what's not.

A very solemn day

Well, today I finally did it. I guess I really had no choice considering I would have been arrested otherwise. I held out as long as I could, but I knew that I would eventually have to do it. I got rid of my Texas plates and registered my car in Utah!

To some that wouldn't seem like a big deal. But, soon I will have a Utah drivers license and my only identification that I come from Texas, will be my brown, half Mexican skin, and my pride of being from Texas.

I mourn with all those people from Texas who have had to move to other locations but have not forgotten their true identities. We are Texans. Don't mess with us.

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