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Name: Brandon
Location: Minnesota, United States
Birthday: 5/15/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Dancing, Singing
Expertise: Acting
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
8/7/2004
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| I love computers, I haven't touched this website in a year, so instead
of something like "who the fuck are you? Backstabbing bastard!"
It's all like "Yes your shit is still on some database in hong
kong!" Andy yelled at me, and I have a minute...so I'll tell you
about my life! No promises whether i'll keep it up.
Anyhoo...
Bat Boy, the Fall musical which yours truely is directing is well
underway and on the way to being a kick ass show. We have a cast
of 11, i'm doing the stage directing and sam smith-shull is doing the
musical direction. We have the budget of doom, people that can
sing and chew gum at the same time, and i'm planning to have a keg
onstage (with apple juice...probably) for a scene. God I love my
major(s). Psych/ Theater that is, see you in the unemployment
line.
So I've decided to try to whore myself away to an advertising firm or
something this winter break, i'm starting to get a little worried about
that whole looming gonna be graduating soon thing. I love
Carleton, it's hard to believe I'll be gone in 2 years. I
definitely want to live in the cities, drive a sports car, and have
women hanging off me... so i think i'll try to get a job first, and i
figure the rest will just sort of come to me. Why major in
something like engineering when you can major in something REALLY
SEXY! Yeah, so i probably have grad school in my future...i'll
just have to figure out what the hell i'll be doing there first.
Make sure you all come see Bat Boy! It's going up November 9th through 12th at 8pm.
Out,
Brandon
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| Yeah, it's been over a month, gimme a break.
The Exonerated, the play I'm in, goes up this weekend finally. It
should be ok, it's a collection of monologues by death row inmates that
turned out to be innocent.
In the cast is my reasonably new girlfriend, Jennifer. We started
dating after the Ben Folds concert about 2 weeks ago or so. She's
fun, a minnesotan, and a theater-english double major. Yay, i'm
sure you guys will get to meet her sometime. She is my double,
it's kind of scary.
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| RA training is finally over and the freshman just moved in. Looks
like it's going to be a good floor. I'm so excited!
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| Camping was fun. Now I'm at Carleton for RA training..
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|  I feel a bit better now. Here is an entry in more Brandon style:
First of all, I'm home. I'm home! Yay!
Ok, strange story:
My aunt and I hung out for a while at the airport until I finally had to leave. I'm really close to my aunt and saying goodbye was a bit difficult. Her maternal instinct took over and she decided to wait for me while i went through security, just in case there were any snaffoos.
Oh, my good God.
So I got to the person that checks IDs and tickets and such. I gave her my driver's licence. She looked at it for a full minute. Blinked. Asked for another form of ID. So I gave her my passport. She looked at that, and then she spotted something really scary. My passport had expired! I was a terrorist for sure! "Hold on!" I said in protest "How about my school ID?" But she had already left to find her superior. So she comes back, looks sternly at me and then says "I'm sorry, but this is expired, you'll have to go back to the ticket counter." I looked back at the line that had collected behind me. I was suddenly flooded with irritation against stupid people. "Hey, wait! I have my licence! What more do you want!?" Her superior comes over, glances at it for maybe 2 seconds, and the waves me through. "Oh" She said. Never mind that they probably see 18 HUNDRED BAJILLION FORMS OF ID PER DAY! Not to mention that I only had THREE of them. Gah.
So I flew to Denver. Fun fun. Hopped on the plane to Minnesoata and just after I buckled myself in something dawned on me.
"Dang." I said to myself "I really have to go to the bathroom."
Of course the sterwardesses were shooing people to their seats and before long we were taxying out on the runway.
"Please direct your attention forward so that..."
"I have to go to the bathroom. Good God shut up..."
"If you are seated in an exit row..."
"...ahhh Rolling Stone...hrm...bands, movies...SLOSHING GURGLING RUNNING SPLASHING...hrmf...meh...gah....."
Finally we were airborne and the pilot came on the loudspeaker and mentioned a few really important non-obvious things like:
"So, we're in the air now..."
"We'll be in Minneapolis/ St. Paul in..."
Et cetera, blah blah blah, nobody cares or is even listening lets be honest. So (with the seatbelt sign quite clearly illuminated above my head) I stealthily take my bowels into my own hands...
And run smack into a flight attendent.
"Sir!" He said with that annoyed I'm-trying-to-help-dammitt voice "The seatbelt sign is still lit! If you could plese stay in your seat."
At least until I make a mess on it.
So I sat down, convinced that i should have just run by him, and/ or peed on his shoes.
Since when does the FAA have the right to decide what I do with my bladder? I was beginning to glimpse what it was like for the government to go tinkering around in uterisies (plural of uterus?)
Well, finally I was able to go to the bathroom. I didn't actually cost frontier a new plane, but it is amusing to look back at i guess. Though I certainly wasn't laughing too hard at the time. | | |
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