I took a two-week break from the internet. This is why I have not blogged. This is also a lie. I have simply been too lazy to take the time to type for ten minutes thinking about what I have been doing. I visited BIOLA University last week and it is now confirmed in my heart and mind that this is the university I wish to transfer to. Their film department is brand spanking new and fitted with all top-of-the-line equipment. Even their light board in the studio control room was flabbergasting. The only problem here is money. BIOLA costs about $36,000 per year not including any expenses. Or books. My current grant now covers about $8,000 per year. Yay for student loans. I did find out, however, that I can get a hefty scholarship for financial need, an almost-as-large one for my euphonium playing and singing abilities, one for being the offspring of a religios minister, one for all the community service work I've done through the Salvation Army, and possibly even one for directing a good short film. My counselor estimates the total of these scholarships to be around $30,000 per year. Praise the Lord.
Sorry if you don't care about my financial standing over the next three years...
Monday, September 21, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Blog the sixth. Bookkeeper.
It has now been a week since I got my lip pierced. Exciting. I am flying to Los Angeles on Thursday to visit BIOLA, which I believe stands for Bible Institute of Los Angeles. Hopefully I can get some scholarships headed my way while I'm down there because coming accross $70,000 is not going to be easy...
So the word "bookkeeper" is the only word (so I've been told) in the English language that has three sequential pairs of double letters. The "ookkee" incase you didn't see it. Whenever I type it I want to type "bbookkeeppeerr"; most likely because I know it's coming. That's all.
So the word "bookkeeper" is the only word (so I've been told) in the English language that has three sequential pairs of double letters. The "ookkee" incase you didn't see it. Whenever I type it I want to type "bbookkeeppeerr"; most likely because I know it's coming. That's all.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Blog the Fifth. Lip.
So today was the day I followed through with my appointment made on Saturday. I pierced my lip. Many friends told me to do it; many told me not to. In the end I decided that if I really didn't like it then I could simply take it out. This blog is dedicated to the procedure used to get my lip piercing.
First I walked into the tattoo and piercing parlor (Slave to the Needle of Seattle). The butterflies in my stomach were not simply fluttering around; they were trying to escape through my throat. They also may have turned into small dogs whilst they meandered through my innards. I then proceeded to the well-inked and tattooed cashier at the front desk. I told her about my appointment and she made a copy of my ID and handed me some paperwork to sign. After reading a page and a half of we-aren't-responsible-if-you-don't-take-care-of-yourself and we-can't-refund-holes-in-your-face paragraphs, I signed my name. I also signed under the part saying I am not prone to fainting, bleeding, and other medical mishaps. I was then directed to the jewelry room to select the piece for my lip. This was when I realized how badly I needed to urinate and asked where the bathroom was. I passed two sleeping men getting tattoos on my way to the startlingly clean facilities. I have been told that the cleaner the restroom of a parlor is, the better quality the parlor is so naturally my stomach let go of some of its twists caused by my unrelenting nerves. I walked pass the two dozing characters again and into the jewelry room to select my piece. This only took about three minutes but I was given fifteen so I looked at some gauges. I was then introduced (more formally) to my piercer, Josh, who examined my lip and asked which side I wanted pierced. He then led me into a small room that looked unmistakably like a doctor’s examining room (complete with examining table!) except with tattoo art in the stead of anatomy posters. Josh allowed two other people to come along so my sisters came in leaving Joe (a friend of ours) outside. I was then informed of the procedures to be taken for care of my piercing including soaking it in non-iodized salt water (or alcohol-free mouth wash), not playing with it, keeping the ring in for six weeks minimum, drinking lots of water, and keeping my mouth away from alcohol and other people's bodily fluids. When the explanations were over and my mouth was rinsed out with some (not alcohol-free, surprisingly) mouth wash, he rubbed some topical numbing gel onto my outer lip and drew a dot on my lip with a toothpick dipped in tattoo ink. After my confirmation that the spot was in the correct area he asked me to lie down on the table. He drew a needle and lip ring out of a machine that I assume is a type of sterilizer, dried my inner lip with a cotton ball, and told me to breathe deeply in, then deeply out. The second time I breathed in I felt a sharp pain on my outer lip, similar to that of someone pinching it with their fingernails; fingernails made of steel. I then felt the same sensation on my inner lip and knew the needle had gone through. The pain lasted about three seconds as he fidgeted with what I knew to be the lip ring and before I was ready for it he said "That's it." And so it was. Every butterfly left in my stomach was extinguished and I was already feeling like myself again. I followed Josh out to the main lobby again and was handed back the paper work. I signed the line under the paragraph stating that I witnessed multiple glove changes, sterilizing of equipment, and other health-related happenings. I had witnessed everything on the list and therefore signed my name. After signing it again (I had signed in the wrong place the first time) he told me the total amount that was due for his service. This hurt more than the piercing. I paid what I owed and thanked him for his excellent job of stabbing me in the face.
First I walked into the tattoo and piercing parlor (Slave to the Needle of Seattle). The butterflies in my stomach were not simply fluttering around; they were trying to escape through my throat. They also may have turned into small dogs whilst they meandered through my innards. I then proceeded to the well-inked and tattooed cashier at the front desk. I told her about my appointment and she made a copy of my ID and handed me some paperwork to sign. After reading a page and a half of we-aren't-responsible-if-you-don't-take-care-of-yourself and we-can't-refund-holes-in-your-face paragraphs, I signed my name. I also signed under the part saying I am not prone to fainting, bleeding, and other medical mishaps. I was then directed to the jewelry room to select the piece for my lip. This was when I realized how badly I needed to urinate and asked where the bathroom was. I passed two sleeping men getting tattoos on my way to the startlingly clean facilities. I have been told that the cleaner the restroom of a parlor is, the better quality the parlor is so naturally my stomach let go of some of its twists caused by my unrelenting nerves. I walked pass the two dozing characters again and into the jewelry room to select my piece. This only took about three minutes but I was given fifteen so I looked at some gauges. I was then introduced (more formally) to my piercer, Josh, who examined my lip and asked which side I wanted pierced. He then led me into a small room that looked unmistakably like a doctor’s examining room (complete with examining table!) except with tattoo art in the stead of anatomy posters. Josh allowed two other people to come along so my sisters came in leaving Joe (a friend of ours) outside. I was then informed of the procedures to be taken for care of my piercing including soaking it in non-iodized salt water (or alcohol-free mouth wash), not playing with it, keeping the ring in for six weeks minimum, drinking lots of water, and keeping my mouth away from alcohol and other people's bodily fluids. When the explanations were over and my mouth was rinsed out with some (not alcohol-free, surprisingly) mouth wash, he rubbed some topical numbing gel onto my outer lip and drew a dot on my lip with a toothpick dipped in tattoo ink. After my confirmation that the spot was in the correct area he asked me to lie down on the table. He drew a needle and lip ring out of a machine that I assume is a type of sterilizer, dried my inner lip with a cotton ball, and told me to breathe deeply in, then deeply out. The second time I breathed in I felt a sharp pain on my outer lip, similar to that of someone pinching it with their fingernails; fingernails made of steel. I then felt the same sensation on my inner lip and knew the needle had gone through. The pain lasted about three seconds as he fidgeted with what I knew to be the lip ring and before I was ready for it he said "That's it." And so it was. Every butterfly left in my stomach was extinguished and I was already feeling like myself again. I followed Josh out to the main lobby again and was handed back the paper work. I signed the line under the paragraph stating that I witnessed multiple glove changes, sterilizing of equipment, and other health-related happenings. I had witnessed everything on the list and therefore signed my name. After signing it again (I had signed in the wrong place the first time) he told me the total amount that was due for his service. This hurt more than the piercing. I paid what I owed and thanked him for his excellent job of stabbing me in the face.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Blog the fourth. Whidbey.
Today was our family vaykay day. I believe the initial plan was to leave at 11 am ish so naturally we left at 2 pm. This meant that we could have gone to church but we did not. We drove about 2 hours and took a ferry to a beachy picnic place that looked unmistakably like Richmond Beach, which is 5 minutes from our house. Good food, though. Our dog Lucy enjoyed eating sand and jumping over fallen trees only to discover she couldn't actually make it all the way over the timber. Besdies the eating and leaping canine it was a pretty uneventful trip and I was particularly bummed that I had no iPod to occupy me.
After the family-a-go-go we went to Brad's (who is back from the Coast Guard Academy!) for the raditional Sunday night movie night. However the movie was shut down swiftly when it became too innapropriate and the unanimous decision was made to go to the beach instead. So several of us detatched from the group and went to Baskin Robins. Then I came home and watched two episodes of Law and Order CI.
Strange day.
After the family-a-go-go we went to Brad's (who is back from the Coast Guard Academy!) for the raditional Sunday night movie night. However the movie was shut down swiftly when it became too innapropriate and the unanimous decision was made to go to the beach instead. So several of us detatched from the group and went to Baskin Robins. Then I came home and watched two episodes of Law and Order CI.
Strange day.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Blog the third. Parlor.
So today started off quite slow. By slow I mean I was asleep until 11:30. I rarely sleep past 10:00 so this is a pretty big deal. Anyway, I booked my flight to Los Angeles today and spent $50 less than my parents did on the tickets. yay. Also I got my hair cut (photo #1!) and visited Slave to the Needle, a tattoo and piercing parlor in Seattle. No, I did not get a tattoo and no, I did not get a piercing. I made an appointment. Excitement. Tuesday is the big day. That won't be very big. I was told it only takes four minutes... I smell dinner.
So this photo needs some words for it. not 1,000 but some words just the same. Vnecks are my new favorite. Rick Alonzo paints sweet pictures. So does Leonardo de (da?) Vinci. I have far more tacks than I need. That self-made poster has been on my ceiling so long my bed isn't even under it anymore. M eyes were (and still are!) blue today despite my green shirt.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Blog the second. Dragon.
Dragon sounds like it starts with a "j" if you say it proceeding or preceding a word that actually starts with "j". In other news I'm moving to Los Angeles next summer (or this winter?) and piercing my lip... I need now to only find a sanitary place to cut the hole into my face. That's all I have to say about that.
I went to a show tonight. With friends. Ernie Halter and the BGP played. BGP stands for Brandon something Project. I know not the Brandon's last name. As far as quality goes Ernie's voice was very nice but his musicalness mediocre whereas BGP was great all around. Ha. I said (typed?) great.
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I went to a show tonight. With friends. Ernie Halter and the BGP played. BGP stands for Brandon something Project. I know not the Brandon's last name. As far as quality goes Ernie's voice was very nice but his musicalness mediocre whereas BGP was great all around. Ha. I said (typed?) great.
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Thursday, August 27, 2009
Blog the first. Ghoti.
So blogging has been around forever but I just today have decided to start my own. I don't ave any way to remember the peculiar things in life besides my memory so why not post for the world to see? Also I talk too much.
Okay enough reasoning.
One can spell the word "fish" using the letters "g", "h", "o", "t", and "i". I think this is amazing. It would never be usable in a real setting, but it is peculiar just the same.
Here's how:
The "gh" is pronounced like "enough"... "ff"
The "o" is pronounced like "women"... "ih"
The "ti" is pronounced like "nation"... "sh"
Result- ghoti! .... er... fish
Okay enough reasoning.
One can spell the word "fish" using the letters "g", "h", "o", "t", and "i". I think this is amazing. It would never be usable in a real setting, but it is peculiar just the same.
Here's how:
The "gh" is pronounced like "enough"... "ff"
The "o" is pronounced like "women"... "ih"
The "ti" is pronounced like "nation"... "sh"
Result- ghoti! .... er... fish
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