Open Brain Waves

[leahaverre]

Brain Waves

No Time To Loose

My brain is going so fast right now; I'm not sure where to begin. I'm excited to be putting my thoughts into the physical world. What comes out comes out. If anything comes back to bite me in the ass, so be it. That's living, isn't it? Can't succeed if you're not willing to fail.

Last night I saw a biography on James Dean and it made me realize that there's so much more work I need to do. What jumped out of the TV and slapped me in the face was that James Dean was an active participant in his own life. He said in high school that he saw his future in the Arts. This not only meant acting, but all types of art. This biography showed him sculpting with clay. They flashed his drawings and paintings he'd done. Black and white short films he had made. The biography displayed pictures of him on the bongos and interviews with his piano teacher. There's was much more that he was interested in. This was a person whose passion to express and communicate didn't depend on words alone. Of course he had no idea how short his life was going to be, which was even more mind blowing because he lived as if there was no time to loose.

 

[leahaverre]

WHY WON'T JOHN CLEAN HIS ROOM?!

My new roommate moved in a month ago and he still hasn't put his shit away! What is the problem with this guy? The man must be in his late thirties/late forties, and there's still no sheets on his bed! Okay, so none of the stuff is in my space and it shouldn't matter right? Oh, you are so wrong! It's eating away at me little by little. I start to image it a month from NOW and him still having piles of crap pushed all the way up to the door frame. :tsk: He'd tell me, "I know, I've just been so tired. I'll get to it next weekend." ...and then I'd have to kill him.

Come on, Man. Just put your shit away. What's the deal? Everyday he says the SAME THING, "I gotta get in there and straighten things out. I'll do it this weekend." And what do you think happens? NOTHING! Why can't he work on it after work? Just a little. Please! Start with the books, simply place them (in no specific order) on your BOOK SHELF!...Or how about your clothes dude,you could at least put them in the closet. I'm not looking for color coordination here, a simple design of pants-on-one-side, shirts-on-the-other will do.

And he keeps telling me he wants to have a house warming! Yeah, I know. You've got to be kidding me? Yes, welcome to our appartment. Yes, we're accepting house warming gifts. Perhaps a blow tourch would help my roommate assimulate to his new environment. :up: I know I'd like one!

Not to mention the fact that he leaves wet cat food out all day so the whole appartment smells like tuna! I said to him, very democratically, "Maybe dry food is better. Might help keep the cockroaches away." Didn't do a damn bit of good. I still come home to a fishy apartment with brown hard food in the cats dish.

And could you talk a little LOUDER on the phone? Holly crap on a hearing-aide, Man! I've got my airconditioner turned up on high to drowned you out and that voice still penetrates my frozen, iced over ears.

I'll be alright though. Don't you worry about me. I've got a plan...I'm going to hold it all inside. I'm going to let it eat at me from the inside until I finally can't stand it anymore and wind up ripping into him like a kid opening up his first present on X-Mas. And I'll feel so releaved.

 

[leahaverre]

Bagel = Rant

I feel so bad, I just ate a bagel with cream cheese. How can I go on knowing the combination of carbs vs protein is greatly out of proportion? Every day I try to eat healthy and every day I wind up failing. Yesterday was going so good, until I got the munchies at around 10pm and went for the Cheerios box. I just couldn't stop myself. How do you expect a person to watch DRIVEN, THE J-LO STORY ON VH-1 without having a little snack food? It helps wash down the guilt of sitting on my ass instead of reading a play or practicing my monologues. I mean, there she was, telling everyone she's going to be a star, going to dance classes non stop, becoming a Fly Girl... and here I am, day dreaming of how I'd spend my million if I was her. It's sick I tell you. Sick. She flies the 'Eyebrow Plucking' expert across the world so she can have the perfect brow! I go over the mirror and take a peak at my eyebrows and I'm ashamed. Nothing but a patch of wild hairs staring back at me, mocking me-

‘You’ll never have what Jenny’s got. Look at us! We’re not star making material. Hey! Don’t try to cover us up with a nice taupe eyebrow pencil either. Who are you fooling?’

Don’t be fooled by the brows that I got…