well, this died.

well, folks. i've kinda been on a break from the whole blogging thing since life's been getting purty busy with summer wrapping up and all. but i just sat through the three hour production of "oklahoma", so, frankly, i feel i can do anything. (or absolutely nothing...oy)

today's post is on being grateful. or simply, enjoying where you are in life despite the fact you may lose it all. there's nothing much more to it. people are always jabbering on about how "you never know what you have until you've lost it". now, i partially can believe this quote. sure, when you lose something, you feel the pain of losing it even stronger. A yellow-spotted hippo has no idea how great his spots are, until they are shaved off. (am i trying too hard? yeah.)

yeah. i am.

i guess i'll continue this later.



well...



...damn.

Drum Roll Please...

well, after that considerably dreary and sad post, i feel somewhat better. time is one of life's biggest healers. that and honesty, in my opinion. but enough of the philosophical bullshit. we all know why we're reading this: the poll is closed!

the results were: (tambourine roll please.)

1. ranking in at numbah one, lets hear for that ever-sexy fire crotch of a girl (cottontail?), janie heck! thats right folks. she is the winner. and according to meryl, she takes it all! and boy, does she. that janie heck. that janie heck...
2. coming (we, all thought it.) in second place, is the vivacious and lanky monique abry! lets hear it for that vamp. hot stuff.
3. third place? jody hinkley. thats all that i truly need to say. 'nough said.
4. and with the highest honor of all (in my opinion), matt armato received absolutely no votes. congrats, matt. but hey, he's still sexy.

as promised earlier, the winner will receive a prize. so that means "janie heck, step on down!". i actually haven't come up with anything good for the prize yet, but i have a couple ideas. ;)(alright.)

thanks again for playing folks. a new poll will be posted soon! want to be a part of the new poll? just ask! fa serious.

random photo:

today's photo is in honor of our poll winner (janie heck.) i feel like it needed to be posted because of its seductive nature and because quite frankly i have no idea what the hell is going on there. at all. (?)

random question:

if life was like a box of chocolates, would you still throw away the creme filled?

I Don't Get it...get it.

i can't tell you how much i hate how confusing life is and how it makes no sense. like when people you want to dislike so much do something even bitchier, it doesn't make you feel better about hating them. it just makes you feel worst. how the hell does that make any sense? seriously. shouldnt that make you feel better about yourself? shouldnt that rejuvenate you into moving on? no. not at all. i guess it just puts them in your mind. like when you finally think you're okay, they say something bitchy or do something mean, and it just puts them in your mind again. its terrible. it makes no sense.

or when someone says one thing and they do another. how how how does that make any sense? they want to be with you but when they're given the chance to, they don't. at all. it makes me terribly sad. what do i do when that happens? any advice? i hope they don't mean it but what else am i to think? when you dont even talk to me for more than a minute, what else am i to think? gah. i'm at a complete lost. completely. guess i just have to not take anything personally and keep myself to myself. guess so.

:(.

Why? seriously.

i've been thinking. what the hell have i been doing the last couple of days? why do i spend thirty minutes (at least) a night typing random, half-ass, bad jokes on some screen? more importantly, why do i enjoy it so damn much? really, its for all of us. why do we update our facebook statuses (pl: stati?), change our aim buddy info when we're upset, type emo myspace bulletins, or any other bullshit? its because we want this goddamn attention. we want people to click on our little orange "i" next to our sn so they know we're upset and can have us on their minds. or so they can read that hinting answer to that survey question so they may have a hint at where you are in your life. we, as humans, love that. we love knowing people are thinking about us. that they worry about us. as far as this blog goes, i do it...we do it because we have hope some bored soul will sit down and actually take the time to read it. after all, who wouldn't want a day to day update of my fabulous life? seriously. and i think thats all we need. just knowing the fact that someone could read it is enough for us. and we're content. we feel relieved that we "got it out".

its just something i've been thinking about.

speaking of day to day updates, my day was decent working at the good old canes' on vets. working behind a counter all day and dealing with lots of custumers and ultimately lots of personalities, i realize that a smile can change everything. and if not everything, a damn lot. i cant really explain it nor do i want to. thats kind of the great thing about it. no one has to explain it. but a little action can completely change things. so give it a try next time, who knows...it may work.



p.s. i have a new poll. fill it out. the winner gets a prize. (exactly.)

picture of the day:

i love this picture mainly because its so damn hardcore but completely not. took place in the "men's" dressing room during millie. we stole a camera and took many photos similar to the one above.

whats great about this photo:

1. how completely white i am and how my hand glows (basically.)
2. how so hardcore jordan is trying to be with lipstick and mascara on
3. jordan's fourth finger (wtf. what a pansy.)
4. lance's butt-crack part in his mop
5. jody's haircut (hott.)

random question:

1. if you could, would you?
   

a Poll Dance.

so i posted a poll. to the right. check it out. i figure the winner will get a 'prize' from me. (that's right. we were all thinking it.)

since this isnt a real post, no picture or random question for you.

Shout OUTS!

i believe its time for some good ol' shout-outs. thats right folks, i'm kickin' it old school style. if i for some terrible reason (god forbid) forget to mention you, i apologize. but lets be honest. who the hell reads this anyway? seriously.

• jody hinkley - for introducing me to this whole mess of a site. because of you, i know have no life. thanks, asshole.
• monique abry - for always telling me when she's on her effing period...thanks?
• janie heck - yes, folks. the janie heck. for being a redhead, fire crotch, and for throwing this kickass bowling event this saturday. (be there. or be triangle)
  
• christina chester - for being my favorite, as always. so damn cool. and unique. rock on, chester. rock on.
• sally cragin - for being my wife (hott.) and raising my child.
• ashley rose - for being my writing partner and dealing with all my indecisive and contradictory crap. it is much appreciated.
• peryn bn schmitt - well...i don't have much to thank you for. except for being a betch. as always. :)
• courtney kattengell - for being a mess. and a somnambulist. seriously.
  
• sarah jackson - for being demanding and to the point. and for always calling me testy. nothing but da troot. and for being so understanding.
• eli timm - for being my acting buddy and for always listening when i need someone to listen.
  
• lance ural - for being so goddamn sexy.
• rene crais - for showing up at reginelli's. thats my boy!

that's all i got right now. but i'm sure the minute i press publish there'll be someone i forgot. bitches and cream.

i'm installing a new aspect to this blog (jesus, i have no life.)! picture of the day. thats right. free sexy photos. come and get 'em.

today is clearly no exception:

thats right folks. yours truly with none other than rosalee abadie in spandex. i loved rubbing up to that skin. yum.

random question:

1. does that picture turn you on? this isn't a question. i know the answer. ;)
   

Eureka!

so after many questions, honesty box comments, random stops in the street, and glances at the urinals, i've decided that i should probably explain the whole "arethan" craze thats taken the world (seriously).

it all started with this picture:

i was tagged in this most unfortunate photo as "aretha franklin" by the renowned janie heck (yes, folks. the janie heck.). at first, i was a little wtf ([title of show] anyone?). but then after hours of staring down this picture, a strange force entered my head and told me to go with it.

see aretha. hear aretha. be aretha.

so it started as just aretha. but then one day, as i looked out my dreary, depressing window at my neighbor's even more depressing 1980's red brick house, i hit a 'eureka!'. there was 4/5 of my name in 'aretha'! holy beef! so, i suavely added a sexy 'n' to the ending, and my monster was born.

random question:

1. does anyone notice how fantastically short jody's hair is in this picture? how bowl cut mine is? how white trash lance looks?

BitchFEST!

so...i've decided that my house is depressing to me. as funny as that may seem (or maybe not...?) its true. whenever i'm at my house, nothing interests me and all i want to do is hide the hell away in my room. my relationship with my mother is dying fast after this recent blow up and i have no intent of fixing it until she does (never will). my dad's fine but he can't control anything. the madre has the padre in this house. and justine, the one person who agrees with me about our unfortunate family dynamics, is leaving me in a month. so i will seriously be the only one in this damned household that is not cooky. and believe me, i'll probably lose it soon.

i've also decided (come to the executive decision) that i have 'following-through' issues. not with relationships (or lack of) or things like that but with projects and interests. Whenever an interest starts to pick up and gain momentum, i'll lose interest or need a break from it. maybe this is normal. i guess thats why i try to surround myself with lots of projects so when one gets semi-old i can still have others to keep me interested. hence the story of my life now:

1. i've currently just finished writing a musical called "falling up" with my wonderful friend ashley rose (this is the way she has asked to be credited. and yes, that's right. i use stageclick links, byatch.). i've written lyrics and music and she's written the book. we're starting to get a cast together to learn the music and record a demo for possible producers which means i have to write the effing (that's right. i don't use the big kahuna. yet.) sheet music to all 16 songs. so far i've got 6 and we have a rehearsal tomorrow. its not for a lack of effort, i promise! i'll get there, ashley.
2. i'm also in rehearsal for "greater tuna", a two man comedy about the hick-town in texas (sorry, texas. that's right. i'm messing with you.). the two actors play 20 characters with lightening fast costume changes and bitch loads of lines to memorize (oy. lechaim.) i'm doing it with one of my besties: eli timm! its crazy fun just lots of work. beeteedubs, the performances are september 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th. be there or be triangle. (nothing like a little publicity in the gospel.)
3. i work at flipping canes'. (love.)
4. parents.
5. rene crais. (yes. that's right)

if you're stopping and thinking to yourself, "gee, marcia, this post sure seems like a bitching rant.", you're darn right, marcia. it is. :)

random question:

1. do blondes really have more fun? (the answer is yes, of course. except for those damn redheads.)

Brace Yourselves...

ladies and gents...this is going to be a rambler. i guess i'm writing this more for my sake than yours (if there even is a 'your').

have you ever disliked certain things about you so much so that you could scream like a fatboy who just dropped his box of fresh glazed dunkin' donuts? (i tried to hard for that one, didn't i?) of course you have. you're human. we all are.

well like right now. i personally think its healthy for a person to not like certain aspects about himself. it keeps him striving for more and to self improve constantly. (by the way, ladies. i use him/his because it saves time, not because i dont believe both genders are equal. ya got me?) so yay, for self-improvment. its essential.

right now, i hate the fact that whenever something is going right for me, i look for mistakes. like i'm scared of something working out. or the fact that i know it won't so i try to save myself from getting hurt...? who the hell knows. alls i know is that i'm beginning to notice it more and more. really. when things finally begin to settle down to a pattern and a decent one at that, i subconsciously look for things to stir it up. to keep me on my toes?

i guess the first step is always admitting to yourself your faults. next is having a drink. then, you fix them.

random question:

1. if you had to name one fault about yourself and attempt to fix it, what would it be and how the hell would you do it?

Biting the Big One

so i've decided that i will create a list of shit i want to do before i bite the big one (and i'm not just talking about eli timm, if you know what i mean.). and dont expect to see any cliche stuff about broadway or anything. i'm talking the dirty.

1. paint my entire body neon carrot and go streak the streets of metairie
2. skinny dip in chocolate
3. have dinner with rene crais (love that guy)
4. seduce jody hinkley
5. talk the dirty with my grandmother
6. curse off my mother (as she loves to do to me)
7. wear a fanny pack while wearing a leopard visor (brenda castillo anyone?)

that's all for now. but there will be more. as always.

random question:

1. is the hokey pokey really what its all about?

Goddamnit.

so. this is what it has come to. goddamnit. i've tried to stay the hell away from this blogger (frogger anyone?) site for a good long time. something about how cliche this shit is. like dear diary. something kind of sick about this. but alas, finally i've been dragged into this. just like the flop that was myspace, the success that was facebook, and the rip-off that is twitter. and now there is blogger. berries and cream.

i suppose i should give credit to my dear and sincere friend jody hinkley for getting me interested in this whole thang. jody just (alliteration, folks) just started his own blog. and after reading his somewhat sad/scary posts, i figured, "hell, i've got nothing to lose."

i will warn you though. i have a legit habit of starting something like this and after two posts or so, i lose complete interest. just like all those diaries or journals (the more manly version of 'diary'?) i got as a kid cause my mom thought it would be good to express myself without anger (yeah, that's right, ladies. i was a fiery young lad. punched a hole through my wall. knuckles of steal.) who knows though. this could work. this could be the turn in my rapidly falling graph. i doubt it. but 'ya never know'.

so i've drowned on long enough. i've just made the executive decision four seconds ago that i'll leave each post with a random question. tonight, because i'm feeling lucky, i'll leave two:

1. Heinz or Hunts?
2. .............Bailey?!?