Shopping motivation...or lack there of

I'm having trouble focusing my thoughts on what I would like to write about tonight. It's like I'm just not in the mood, but I feel that I should write something anyways. I guess I could mention that the Nordstrom Rack is the devil. It is a cruel punishment for a kid just wanting some cheap fashion. My sister did find quite a few cute things, but I...none. Let me clarify. The Rack near Alderwood is okay...not great (especially for their lack of men's clothing)...but okay. The one downtown...no good at all. There were a couple of cute girls shopping, which does add somthing, but still not enough. I was doing okay at the start of the afternoon with Macy's (the old Bon Marche), into Abercrombie, Gap, Nordstrom's, then Westlake Mall for a little energy (food...a wrap), then the Rack. I lost my motivation at the Rack. It was just simply too much. So, I took a quick journey to a bookstore across the way. What did I come across? The Lois Greenfield calendar, Breaking Bounds, which I am pictured in a couple times. I guess I forgot to tell people of this, but if you should run across the calendar in a book store or something, look through it and you will see a picture of me dancing. So worth it! That's all I got for the moment. Enjoy!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas everyone!! Such a wonderful holiday. Today is a family day, so I'll entertain you with my life tomorrow. Hope everyone is having a very jolly and wonderful day!

Break time in Shoreline

Well, life in Shoreline, WA is at a little bit of a different pace than New York. Nice break, though. Mostly playing my brother's new Nintendo Wii, which is about the coolest thing ever, and also Guitar Hero 2 on the Play Station 2, which is just plain sick!

Aside from that, just relaxing and unwinding from New York living and constant stress auditioning and figuring out life. Oh, also took my sister to the Nutcracker performed by the Pacific Northwest Ballet. They did a great job as always. Makes me ever more focused on making sure I'm in ballet class when I get back to the city and working on my technique and fitness. Along with my film work, I'm definately going to keep up my dance to keep options in that arena open.

Lastly, as I realize how very interesting this all is, my brother, sister, and I went for our annual Santa picture. Yes, we still take that picture. Until we have good reason to not get it done (such as away for Christmas, way too old, married, etc.), we will probably keep going with the tradition. Nobody is ever to old for Santa! In fact, we still sleep in the living room on Christmas Eve. Don't lie, some of you do it as well. Or maybe you don't and we are a weird family, which is always possible. Enjoy the holidays, I know I am! More on the oddities of my family another time. Hope you are enjoying your holiday as much I am!

I clearly have a one-tracked mind...about life

I'm off to see the Wizard...the wonderful Wizard of...wait...what?! I ain't off to see no wizard (capitol "W" or not). As I sit here pondering my existance...or just drinking my coffee, as it may be, I can't help but be a little annoyed that I'm heading off to work. Now, mind you I really enjoy working at Abercrombie. I can't say this enough...models people. I'm one, and I hang around them all day. It's a tough job to stand around looking pretty, helping costomers, and staring at hot girls.

For instance, yesterday. This girl (yes she was a costomer) was being all flirty with me. Not in so many words, but here eyes were definately saying a lot. I shouldn't have to mention this, but she was pretty hot. For future reference, all stories involving a girl, unless specifically told otherwise imply that "she" is hot. So I do the polite thing and ask how she is and if she's finding everything allright. She's a bit shy, and says that she's good, but I know what her eyes were saying. Somewhere in the realm of "you are the hottest thing I've ever seen...take me now."

Finally, she approaches, asks me about a size (not where I was planning on going, but nicely done reader). Then she does it...she shows me her breasts. Okay, well, less of that and more of mentioning she's shopping for her boyfriend who's a similar build to me. And there we have it folks. ANother hot girl taken away from me. All of our eye flirting was in vain. Big bummer.

What does this story have to do with anything? Well, it really doesn't. I mean, I could tell you all sorts of philosophical undertones, but I'm not.

On another note, I'll be home in Seattle starting tomorrow, December 18th until January 1st. Oh I'll still be writing, don't you worry. For those of you actually in Seattle that know me, let's hook up. For quick clarification, that means "let's meet up" (unless you're hot and single - or at least have a boyfriend that won't kill me...just kidding...unless you weren't kidding...man, how does it all end up back to hot girls? I really do have a one-tracked mind, don't I?).

Happy Sunday! May it be filled with lots of crazy last-minute shopping. You don't even want to know how many tourists I wanted to physically beat down around the Radio City Music Hall yesterday. I mean, seriously folks, packed like trying to get into a club that Brittany Spears in her hot days was performing at. Not only that, but so crowded along that block, that if Brittany Spears was performing, she was probably performing naked since so many people were pushing and shoving to get through (including yours truly...ahh, younger Brittany Spears naked...okay, I'm back). I literally wanted to physically kill or at least partially disfigure probably 20 to 25 dumb as shit tourists. Really folks, New York is cool and all, but it's no Brittany Spears naked.

Oh my goodness it's early.

It's been a bit crazy in Andrewland, but I thought I'd give a quick thought for the evening. Is it ever a good idea to wake up at 5:00am? I say no. However, Law and Order says yes, and thus I follow. Oh my, 5am sucks! It sort-of renders the next day useless when you are forced to recover. Ah well, all in the name of showbiz! Peace and love!

Nutcracking Finuto!

Well, my four day vacation/work is over. I say vacation because I had the lovely chance to spend some time out of New York City in a real house and eat some real food while spending time with friends. My time in New Canaan was quite nice and I am thankful for the parents and girls who made it a great stay. The work part was of course my job to dance in the Nutcracker with the New England Academy of Dance. Now since I enjoy dancing so much it is also not so much work as it is fun!

I have to say that the Nutcracker went very well, and the five senior girls should feel proud of the work they accomplished. They all danced some tough roles and looked beautiful. Of course, everyone else involved should feel good about their dancing as well. And I have to thank them all for being very nice to me, I really do appreciate it. I hope I make it fun for them and can be not only a guest dancer but also a friend. I mean, when we really get down to it they are just lucky to be in my great presence. Well...really, anyone who meets me should feel honored.

I have to give a quick shout out to my mice and ginger cookies. You girls all rock! Also a quick 'sup' to the other guest dancers. Yes, Stick It will sadly be in my memory for a while. What a terribly idiotic yet funny movie. Why do we do these things?!

Tomorrow I will write a bit more about things. After a late night at the Nutcracker party last night, a devastatingly early morning for a photo shoot, performing this afternoon, and the train ride home, I'm a little bit tired.

Let the Dance Gods Bless this Weekend!

Let the greatness begin! I mean, let my outrageously fantastic performance in the Nutcracker begin. That's right, we have some nutcracking action this weekend. I must say, that even though my parts aren't maybe the most technical, something special will be witnessed this weekend. We all know that everything in life is about me...

Well, this hint of arrogance that comes through in my writing is mostly a joke. Despite the sarcastic humor, it is still true that I am a fantastic human being. Those who can't see it...well...I'm just sorry.

I do, however, wish all the girls and the other professionals great performances this weekend. How much fun is life performance! I mean, seriously. I love performing. As I sat at the tech rehearsal this evening in the wings, I just thought about how lucky I am to call this my job. I get to dance, and in this case play around on stilts in a giant dress and run around in a mouse costume. And the energy and fun the kids playing the mice and ginger cookies (and other roles) have is so wonderful. I hope the girls have as much fun as they can with it. Oh, and the older girls should be proud as always of their technical and performance growth.

And how much fun is it that in various places all over the city there are gigantic Christmas trees. Lincoln Center, Rockefeller Center, and others I can't think of. And the lights are so pretty. Check out specifically the pond in Lincoln Center. Very pretty at night. So is New Canaan's Main Street (where I'm dancing the Nutcracker). Very cute shops with classy and pretty lights on the trees. Oh to have a house of my own...far off dreams...

Well, peace and love!

Warm Chestal Region Tightness

Alright, so big surprise, I'm going to comment on this unusually warm weather. I don't want to be one of those guys who talks about weather because he can't think of anything better to say. My only comment is that as I walked out for coffee early this morning before going over to my ride to the set of a Japanese television show I will be working on today (yes I have a line!), I noticed how much colder it was and how much more bundled up everyone was. You see, I am all for weather that keeps the girls wearing smaller and less clothes. I'll be honest, while girls in coats can be cute (and even hot), the whole down parka thing just isn't as much fun as a tight sweater. Just have to be honest here for a minute.

Abercrombie update: I'm amazing.

On a strange note, I think my right pec (or breast if you will) is slightly smaller than my left at this moment. I think the right breastal injury I sustained a while back (which I wrote about and never really have figured out what I did) has made it a bit harder for it to build up and use the muscle properly. Sort-of the same way that my left bicept muslce doesn't build up as easlily as my right due to my shoulder injury (and an old tear in the muscle). It's very minor and petty of me, since I'm pretty positive nobody would ever notice (it's not like one is huge and one is tiny, that would just be weird), but nonetheless, I vow to remedy this problem. Soon I will once again have chestal symmetry.

Let me tell you a story of the Thanksgiving Mines.

Let me tell you a story about the mines. (it's okay if you aren't one of the priviledged few who understands that) Ahh Thanksgiving. A time to be thankful. A time to eat. A time for family. A time to eat. Sadly, it has come and gone and is only a fleeting memory lost in the sea of our thoughts (mere puddles for some). While not with my own family, I was taken in by another family. This story starts out in a town called Quogue. Quogue?! you may say! What is this Quogue you speak of. I tell you now, it is a place of beauty nestled in the middle of the Hamptons of Long Island. Now as soon as you get over your jealosy I will continue.

Alright. I was fortunate enought by the great generosity of a business associate friend of mine to take me in for the night. His family was lots of fun, and the morning after the meal turned out to be wonderfully mild and bright and sunny. So, we were able to check out the beach (one of my most favorite places in the whole wide world) and the beatiful town of Quogue. Oh what a joy it is to be able to spend some time in a real house and a real community (not to mention a very beautiful one at that).

Sadly, all must end as I take the bus back to Manhattan so that I can go look sexy at Abercrombie for four hours. Thus ends my Thanksgiving. Now, of course this is but an overview. I don't really feel like going into too much detail here.

I will leave you with a little advice. If you own a humidifier, and you have it on a table, do not put anything of value or necessity underneath the edge of that table. As I was about to jump into the shower to be all clean and hot-looking for work, I glanced in the direction of a dripping sound. Alas, my clothes for work that had been neatly stacked were being doused with warm water leaking from the humidifier. I proceeded to jump in the shower and shave, and then ran (literally) to the laundromat to dry my clothes making me a tiny bit late for work (something I do try to avoid if at all possible). Yes, a water emergency ocurred. Such a lame turn of events. As a consequence, my clothes were still a bit damp (not visibly so) and my only meal was a balance bar (pretty much for the whole day). Luckily this whole evening ended well with a lovely burger and a lovely dinner companion.

Live and learn people...live and learn. And, that is the story of the mines.

Abercrombilicious!

It's official...I work for Abercrombie and Fitch! Oh, I'm a trained store model. That's right baby, I went through "how to be sexy" training. Now I'm ready to look hot in Abercrombie clothes while people shop and stare at me. I joke, but I do now work there. And all the people are cool. I mean, it's not so bad to be working with a bunch of hot models, actors, and dancers! And, Abercrombie is not as superficial as I say. Training was actually all day on costomer service, loss prevention, corporate policies, etc. And, the store models don't just stand around and pose. We actually talk with the costomers and stuff. Very important work, you know. Anyways, it still stands that if you see me now that I'm "sexy" trained, you will not be able to keep your eyes off me and you will be unconsciously drawn to me like moths to a flame. Just one of the perks and burdens of the job.

Now my new goal (among my many others) is to get to the gym, yoga, and dance class to make my body look like the Abercrombie print models. Now that I work in the main store as a model, I'm going to try and get in the catalog. I know I've promised things like this before, but mark my words, in a couple months my body will be that of a Greek Abercrombie-looking God.

On a sad note, my ipod is giving me the "support" message meaning I better get it over to the Apple Store pretty soon. I was forced to read (and finish) a book on the train up to New Canaan yesterday. Reading?! READING?! Just kidding, I actually do like to read. I finished A Briefer History of Time by Stephen Hawking. I think I just wanted to make myself smarter by attempting to read it. At least I could have the appearance of intelligence by holding it title outward while I walk. It's a great book on the phsyics of the universe and astromony. It's just a bit tough to get through and understand at some parts. I did graduate from a tough four-year liberal arts college and took some tough classes, but my main focus is obviously dance and theatre, so science took a backseat. Hence, the trouble reading it. But, I did finish it and am smarter for it (even though you may not think so).

Alrighty. I'm off to see the wizard...the Abercrombiliciously wonderful wizard of Oz.

Well past due...oops

Well, I don't normally have anyone pointing out that I'm past due on writing a new blog, but that is precisely what has happened here this week. All I can say is that I'm profusely sorry, and here it is now, well past due. I hope I don't dissapoint.

First, a few observations. Running out for coffee this morning and to pick up a backstage paper, I walked by the corner of 23rd and 6th Ave. Those who know the area may remember there is a Best Buy there. Yeah, so due to the new Playstation 3 being released tomorrow, people were chill'n in foldable chairs and blankets in a little roped off area. I have no problem with that (unless my brother is doing it back at home, although we've discussed this, and he's not dorky enough to do the whole camping out thing...thank goodness) except for the fact that it is not some nice mall area or suburb or something. I would personally hate to hang out and spend the day and maybe night on that corner. Too many people and cars and...everything!

Second, I need to make it known to everyone that after training and orientation this weekend, I will be working for Abercrombie and Fitch. That's right, I will be a store model in their flagship Fifth Avenue store. How cool will I be! That's right, I will be looking super hot making people want to not only buy the clothes but also buy me. Sadly, I have a very high price on myself and will be very selective to potential buyers. So, watch out next time I see any of you when I come waltzing in all modely and stuff and I apologize ahead of time now if you can't control yourself and I have to tazer you to keep you away (unless you are outrageously hot, of course).

Those who follow my career (no fair making fun of my career at this point...I know it's building), will have noticed that I was recenly featured on Guiding Light with my coffee drinking. As of yet I have not been nominated for any sort of award yet. Fingers crossed.

Those of you who missed it...you are no longer my friends. Okay I lied, I still love you. Although with recent work I have become eligible to joing SAG, which is pretty huge. It means I'm a real actor (not that I wasn't before, but joining the union is a pretty big professional step). Now I just have to come up with a lot of money to pay the initiation fee. Bummer!

What else...hmm...the gods controlling my inspiration seem to be lacking a bit. Ooh...I got one. NO PLAYING CHRISTMAS SONGS UNTIL AFTER THANKSGIVING! If you could please just at least keep them to a minimum, that would be great. I understand we're all eager for Chrismas, but let's channel our thoughts into the killing and consuming of turkeys. I realize Christmas decorations will be going up and all that, and that's cool. I love Christmas time, but I also enjoy being thankful for dead and cooked turkeys. Sadly I will not get to enjoy my family's cooking, but I'm sure I can figure something out. Maybe the homeless shelter...just kidding! At the very least I will get a bottle of wine and buy an already cooked bird and a slice of pumkin pie and cross my fingers that Charlie Brown is on primetime (since I don't have real cable). Putting that into words it may sound a bit sad, but I promise you, Charlie Brown, wine, turkey, pie...not so bad!

I have forced myself to pump this one out, so I hope everyone is now satisfied. I will try and do better here in the future both with the frequency of my writing and the quality of it as well. You will not be dissapointed. Oh, and if anyone knows how to make a sick looking website, let me know. I know a fair amount through my own learning and books, but it's slow going, and I want to make my site awesome. Especially as my career grows, so that I can eventually put video and make it all professional looking...yet still sick!

Go ahead and make a difference, just don't be shy about it

Well, apparently today is a day where we vote on stuff. I'll be honest, I'm not sure what we're supposed to be voting on, so I probably won't vote. That's right, my friends, I'm uninformed! It happens. Also, I am only registered to vote in the state of Washington, which makes it quite hard to vote here in New York when you don't have an absentee ballot. So, while I am going to be unamerican, I do urge you to vote. Follow my amazing example in everything else but this. And let me know how it goes. Oh, and no getting all upset with me about not voting unless it comes down to losing by one vote. Then maybe you have a case.

I haven't written for about a week I think. This is mostly because I haven't been able to figure out what to write that is of any importance or at the least has some entertainment value. For the sake of my own ego here, we are going to make the assumption that what I have to say and write is in fact important. Not many people may want to read it, but that's their tiny opinion. I started writing here uninspired, and as of 10 seconds ago, I figured out the rest of this blog. So, here you go.

I would first like to direct you to my events page. You can click on it after you finish reading everything, but there are a couple new things added. I must warn you, however, they right now are only background work. That means that you may only catch a small glimpse of this pretty face for a split second. Or I may not even me in the shot or in focus. It's a gamble, but they are all good shows to watch in general, and if you have the time, go ahead and look for me. It's like "Where's Waldo!" only more of a "Where's Andrew!" type of thing.

I want to quickly discuss an observation about the suckiness of being a nice and decent (yet still super sexy and hot) guy. Today's examples come from this last week's background work. When on set doing background work, you are mostly put into a holding room to wait with the other background actors. Since they're long days, these are the people you will be hanging out with. Often as I've mentioned, there are some very strange people. I at least gravitate to the cool groups. I also have this great ability to end up talking and hanging out with the few (often only one or maybe two) girls (either actors or P.A.'s) who are very attractive (and clearly the most attractive on set) and have a great personality. Although, last Monday on Law and Order most everybody was pretty awesome.

Anyways, here is where the being a nice and decent guy plays in. I hang out with these girls for the day, have fun, and then we go our separate ways. Now I know how it is for these girls on sets. Guys are idiots, and are pretty aggressive and I know for a fact they are hit on most every set they go to. So, I don't want to be one of those guys, and end up not doing anything about it, despite wanting to see them again. It generally doesn't bother me too much, since I've just met them, but I kick myself a little bit when I leave for not just sucking it up and asking them out. It's harmless, right, since I'm always pretty chill about it and whatever, so if I saw them later on another set we'd be cool. But I'm just a little too shy about the actual asking out part (not so shy when actually talking with people. I don't hide my personality and it's usually pretty entertaining.) and don't want to be one of "those guys."

Damn you niceness! Damn you decentness! Love you hotness! I told you, that's the suckiness of how my mind works.

Unexpected Halloween hotness discovered

I better preface this with two quick statements. First of all, I love Halloween. And second of all, I am straight. With that in mind, please read the following thoughts about Halloween last night.

Returning home at 6pm from the Library for the Performing Arts located at Lincoln Center, I found myself on the subway. I should interject that spending time at the library is in fact a cool thing to do, even if I rarely did so in college. It's 6pm, right, and the costumes were out in half-force (not full-force, that comes later). Riding the subway with people dressed in outrageous costumes, make-up, slutting themselves up, making themselves grotesque, etc. on this one night makes all the things you normally think about people who ride on the subway come true.

After a 40 minute walk from 7th Ave. and 24th St. to 19th and 6th Ave. (which should have taken 10 minutes) through the parade route, I arrive at home. Since I am the coolest kid around, I had no plans for the rest of the evening. However, I figured since the parade is going on right near my apartment, I should go check it out and stop being lame. I also in this moment of decision decide to wear a quick costume. Luckily I have just the thing.

I threw on my reddish-pink with white floral pattern polyester disco pants that show off just the right amount of muscularity in my legs and butt, salmon-colored almost see-through button-up wide-collared shirt leaving the top few buttons undone to show a little man-chest, puka shell necklace, cowboy boots, and hot trendy brown leather jacket my mom or dad wore many a years ago. That's right people, I was stylin, and all in 5 minutes! Amazingly (or some might say sadly) I've owned these clothes since high school. (This is where the second point in the preface applies. Also, there are no pictoral records of this at the moment, but maybe in the future. I don't want any girls reading this to go crazy over it, so maybe when you all cool down.)

So I head out to the parade, which I stay out and watch for maybe an hour or so. I'm amazed at many of the costumes, and how everybody becomes an actor for a night and is so into the character they've created. That, and way too many political costumes. Oh, and nobody should be dressed as Steve Erwin. Not cool my friends. Anyways, a pretty enjoyable (yet weird) parade. (Tis was the preface point where I do mean that I love Halloween despite some of the strangeness)

What I want to point out here, both for your enjoyment and my ego, is that within 5 minutes of walking out my door, I got comments all over the place regarding the sexiness of my pants specifically but also the whole ensemble, and people came up to me and personally asked about my costume and threw out compliments (and a few blushes from some of the ladies). I of course replied to all inquiries, "I'm the best thing to happen to you tonight, baby," or "I'm you're future baby's daddy," or simply with a wink, sexy head nod, and hint of a smile. It just blows my mind how extremely hot and sexy I aperently am. Yet at the same time, I'm a very nice, sweet, humble, and honest guy. Interesting, no?

All this, with no party or date to use the powers that I possess in exuding raw hotness on. What's a superhero going to do! (Yeah that's right, I'm calling myself a superhero. The powers I possess are truly amazing. Those who know me may be like "yeah right, he's not that great!" Whilte it's tue I may be a bit shy at first, especially when it comes to say asking a cute girl out, the powers are still there, I just keep them at bay and don't let them get out of hand. With great power comes great responsibility. If it works for Superman with all of his powers, it certainly can work with my sexy powers.)

A Little limping, but the law was good to me

Ah, finally a wonderful experience doing a little background acting. Oh yes, it isn't glamorous, and many times turns out to be a long and tiresome drag, but today was an exception. I worked on Law and Order, in the gallery during a couple court scenes. The title of the actualy episode is "Deadlock" I believe, and I don't know the air date. Be sure you are clear on this, though. You might see me sitting behind Sam Waterston in a court scene, but don't expect much. It will be a brief glimpse if anything. But for my true fans, feel free to check it out.

I have to say, almost everyone in the background holding room (meaning the actors I hung with) were pretty damn cool. That's saying a lot, since you so often are surrounded by strange characters. So many of us joked around the whole time, and lots of us had pretty similar sarcastic joking humor. Great fun was had by all! I hope to keep seeing many of these actors on other calls, and a quick shout out to two in particular, who were a blast. I hope to hear from one of you specifically real soon (not that anyone will be reading this, but whatever).

I learned so much on set today. It was great to watch some of the veteran actors do their thing. I could see their processes and how the production worked on a whole. And, the crew was laid back (to a point, of course) and had a great vibe going on. I love experiences like this.

Oh, I had a traumatic experience this morning at 6am. Yeah, so as I was climbing out of bed, what should happen, but I should fall off my ladder and bang my heel on a corner of a post-thing while slamming into my wardrobe. Outcome: a giant blood-blister on the back edge of my heel (yeah, the part that hurts everytime you step and with a shoe on). Oh so very painful and not fun. It had me limping a bit today. All I can ask is why? Why!? WHY?! I have no answer. Yeah for 6am (and all day) pain! Oh wait, not so much.

A little night dancing

As I return home from an entertaining night of dancing, I'd like to quickly send my compliments to Dodge Dance Company for the wonderful performance tonight. Both the new and old pieces looked great, I like the two new dancers, and of course send my extreme love to Aaron, Colleen, David, Nicole, Susie, Joe, and Vanessa. I'm a little too close to everything right now for me to write anything more, but my love is there with you all. And it was lovely to see my other friends in the audience who I haven't seen for a while.

On a separate note, guava juice rocks my world. Well, that may be a bit much, but it's pretty damn sweet. Oh, and on my way home tonight I saw a slutty maid, slutty nurse, slutty soccer twins, and of course some regular slutty people. Clearly it's almost Halloween!

Seek and Destroy

Now as you might guess, a professional athlete suffers from injuries from time to time. Me, being no exception to this but being an exceptional athlete (yes, a dancer is an athlete), have an odd injury at the moment. I cannot pinpoint the exact time it may have occurred, or even what could possibly have done it, but either way it has been hurt.

For the last almost two months, I have had an odd pain in my right chestal region above the pectoral. It's quite deep and hard to pinpoint exactly, so let's just say it's near my right boob. I prefer the name "pectoral" but we'll use the common term at the moment. It may have something to do with my shoulder, or not, and occurs quite often mostly when I press my shoulders down or stick my chest out, etc. Common momevents, all of them.

While I have been resting for the last week from lifting weights, since that may be the culprit, I have devised a test to see if I can make some improvement. Armed with Tigerbalm and IcyHot, I am ready.

Operation Man-Breast

Objective: Nuetralize chest pain, at least temporarily.

Tactics: Full breastal assault with Tigerbalm or IcyHot. No area of the breastal region must be excluded. A complete numbness or Icy and Hottness of the right man-breast (or pectoral, if you wish) must be accomplished.

Outcome: Still feel some of the pain or soreness, however the right boob is quite cold and sort-of numb from the IcyHot. Very strange, yet at the same time kind-of exciting. Outwardly appears as though I rubbed my right breast in baby oil. Not sure if that's hot or not. Nipple has also become intensly sensitive. I could cut glass with this sucker. Alrighty then.

Operation Man-Breast: Inconclusive.

Stay tuned for more news on the area just above my right boob.

Irrational excitements

It would be and irrational fear to be scared that an army of ten thousand mini midget-monkeys are secretly planning to storm your apartment in the middle of the night yieliding tiny swords while yelling quotes from Nietzsche. I'm just saying that it isn't very likely and therefore you should not be scared of it. I'm certainly not.

Here are a few things in the film world that excite me right now:

Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas in Disney Digital 3D

Clint Eastwood's Flags of Our Fathers

Flicka...wait, not so much although it's probably going to be a really sweet story.

...and...

The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause, coming November 3rd.

...oh, and...

Pan's Labyrinth, coming December 29th.

Maybe not as exciting as ten thousand tiny monkeys attacking you, but these movies should be pretty cool.

Metaphorical and poetic thoughts for the day

There comes a time in the course of one's life when you need to replace the old and worn out with the new and better. It's like your favorite pair of running shoes. Eventually they'll need replacing. Although you've ran many miles with them, biked with them around the city, used them while in the gym, and even worn them to walk to the store, they can only do so much for so long. There are little warning signs in life, like when you've already ductaped the inside and outside of the heels of your running shoes so the structural plasic that you've exposed stops rubbing on the skin of your heel or the fact that they once were white and now they are completely grey. These warning signs tell us that we must replace the old with the new. A new running shoe as it were, would give you the support and cushioning that you've lost from the old, even though you still love the old.

Honestly, there is no metaphore here. I simply need new running shoes, but have not given in and gotten them yet. Hence the ductape to prolong their life.

Here is a poem I wrote just now:

Roses can be blue,
Tulips are not always yellow.
My running shoes are not new,
Boy do I like jello.
I am sweet like honey,
Sexy like a bunny.
I certainly wish it were sunny,
Red roses would come anew.

I hope you enjoyed that, it's a Lampboy original. Go eat a banana and some fruit and be merry!

Rock'n'Roll with some food

I'm not sure if I'm alone in this, but I find that when glancing in a mirror in my room or at my reflection in a shop window, I audibly say outloud "Damn I am one sexy bitch." Upon reflection (not on my awesomeness, but upon the situation), I find it is simply a instinctual reaction. I don't know how else to explain it.

Aside from the arrogance that has seemingly come through this blog, I would like to offer one piece of advice. I would not suggest skipping lunch and proceeding to take a run, lift some weights in the gym, do a little more cardio on the and elliptical machine, and end with a dip in the hottub. You feel a certain light-headedness that is not the most pleasant. All fixed by a Jamba Juice and a burrito, however. Nice!

That's it for the moment. Rock'n'Roll!

Words to make you wiser, or at least more rested

I like to help people, and that is why I am going to give you this little thought. In case you ever thought, "it might be really fun to get up at 4am to start my day," I can only say it is not as exciting as you might think. Whether or not you find it easy to wake yourself up, which from personal experience I find it is not the easiest thing in the world but at the same time if you have somewhere you have to be then your mind just makes your body wake up, 4am takes it's toll on you. Now, by early afternoon you will be exhausted and instead of only neading a second wind, you will need approximately 5 of them to get you through the day.

There are a few bonuses once you get out of your house or apartement at this hour. There are not too many people around, and it is very pleasant in this calmness. Also, you will get to see the sunrise which let's be honest here, how often do you get that chance. That's really about it.

Why am I even going into this detail you ask? I don't know, most people probably can already figure out that 4am sucks. However, yesterday I woke up at this ungodly hour to work on an ad campaign for Bank of America. I can't probably legally say here what we were advertising, even though it was a one-day campaign, but you could check them out online if you wished so. Here is where the fun begins, though. I was not merely handing out fliers and such, I was actually wearing a media suit. Oh yes my friends, I was wearing a thick red vest with a computer screen on the front, a red shirt, red hat, khaki pants, tennis shoes, a belt with a small hand-held computer touch pad and on the other side of the belt a computer atachment, and a little pouch in front of my crotch which had postcards and little give-a-ways like candy, stress balls, clip lights, etc. with the Bank of America logo. My friends I tell you this, I was a walking advertisement complete with a media presentation when I talked to people where a voice explained stuff through the speakers on my vest.

We toured around on a bus with a band on it going to 4 or 5 locations, getting out and talking to people, showing the presentations on our chest screens, and giving things away (not everyone was wearing the suit, some were just giving things away). I have only a single picture on my phone, and maybe it would be more fun to simply imagine.

Well, that was my day yesterday. Actually a lot of fun, although honestly it took me a little while to get used to trying to talk with people on their way to work and such as when I'm walking down the street I always ignore these people and don't take fliers and such. Not a bad way to make a little money and the other people involved were qute a lot of fun!

One other suggestion not related to any of this, for those of you who take yoga, and I suggest taking it very much as I love it, do not, and I must stress that this is not a fun idea, do not eat a large burrito 20 minutes before yoga class. There is no grand disaster here to mention, but I will just say it was not a comfortable class in any way shape of form. So, a word of caution again, do not partake in what I will now call burrito yoga.

What a good start to the day

Don't you just absolutely love starting your day by dropping yogurt on your foot! I do, it's one of my most favorite things in the world to do. I hope it's not an indication on how the day will go, but the entire cup of yogurt slipped through my tired fingers onto my right foot. That's just not pleasant. Not to mention the fact that it was my breakfast!

I've moved on, I think I can get past it. I'm mostly preoccupied thinking of the things I need to take care of, mostly calls to make to people, before my afternoon is spent at a training for an ad campaign I agreed to do tomorrow. Oh yes, from 5am (that's right, I like to punish myself) until 1pm tomorrow I will be walking around Manhattan in khakis, tennis shoes, and a black vest with a television screen built in advertising some bank or something. How very cool will I be. I'm going to have to put pride away and give in to the nerdy advertisingness that is buried somewhere deep inside me.

It's off to support my morning coffee habit and start the day of with a bowl of Lucky Charms. Actually it's just yogurt, I haven't induldged myself in a long time buying a box of Lucky Charms. I worry that when stuff like Cheerios is like $7 or $8 for the box, what would a magically delicious cerial be? Oh, and does anywone know if Starbucks is open at 5am? Like Job on Arrested Development would say, "I have made a huge mistake."

A Spanish proverb for the weekend

Dime con quién andas y te diré quién eres.

Life's little goals are glowing today

I am not what you might call a "dog" person. To be fair, I love dogs to death and desperately want one of my own, it's just I have never owned one before and don't feel the need to dumb myself down to them, like many people do to babies. Honesly, I don't want to be called a hypocrit, since I'm sure I have done it in the past and will do it again, but I dislike it. Why is that when people see a small dog or baby they can't formulate real sentences or words and use a high pitched voice? Furthermore, illustrated by a lady coming out of a deli this evening, she proceeded to studder-step towards the dog whilst "baby-talking" like she was continuously stubbing her toe. So strange. Maybe when I get my dog I will understand it. For those intersted, my two favorite dogs are the Siberian Huskty (the smaller ones) and and Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. When I made some money and move into a bigger and better apartment maybe we'll see.

In recent news (recent being just now) I have realized one of my life long goals. By life long I mean ever since our family took a trip to Australia not to far back. My goal is to be able to proficiently play the didjeridoo. Oh yeah baby, I'm serious. How cool are those things. I'm listening to a contemporary didjeridoo band on iTunes right this very minute, and they rock. We even have two of them at home. Don't think though that I have forgotten about my steel drums. Those are still an active life goal, and also awesome. I'm sure I will end up just getting a piano at some point and going back to what I do best. Besides, it's the easiest to sing along with. We shall see my friends.

Also still in the running is getting my body back to Greek God-like shape. I mean like Adonis, man. However with this new goal added. I will not only get the six-pack I so want, but have upgraded to going for an eight-pack. How awesome would that be. Now I know some of you are thinking, "hmm, I have never seen Andrew with a six-pack, but only his nicely toned ultra-sexy body as always, how will he do it?" I can only say to you that it will happen. And when it does you better pray that I keep my shirt on, because I will be able to stop traffic my friends. I will be glowing of abs, and I don't even know what that means they will be so awesome.
Now, on a sad note, It has come to my attention, by an accidental mention from someone I know, that I have a little stuffed animal problem. And no, I do not mean the fact that I own them. I have forgotten the names of my two horses. So, if anyone can help my remember their names I would forever be in your debt and do anything you wish.

...damnit...just as I finished writing this their names hit me like a brick being thrown through a mini-mart's fron window at 3am. The "bigger-headed" one is Jumbi and the other is Elmer. Whew! I am no longer in anyone's debt permanently, which is too bad since I would have honored it and they could have asked me to do anything. Well, I have a bit of apologizing and explaining to do to my stuffed friends. Excuse me...

Peace and Love for October

Hello to my peeps out there, it's October, and you know what that means. I'm just going to leave that sentence there, since I don't really know for myself what that means. I guess at the end of the month we all get to pretend to be something other than ourselves for Halloween, other than that it's just October man. Still, make it what you want. Make October you awesome month. There's a little motivation speaking for you. You can hire me to speak to groups or individually, price is negotiable. I won't give any guarantees, but you will feel awesome by the time our session is done.

Peace and Love.

On a roll, baby

Guess who is a real professional actor? Can't figure it out? I'll give you a hint. It's me! Yeah, I just got a couple more days of work (no lines yet, but that's cool) on Guiding Light. Also some interest from a show filming in Connecticut. So, that means that I had to join the American Federation of Television and Radio Artists (AFTRA). So, now I'm a union actor. Consequently, becoming a professional actor also has made me more broke than before, but that's okay. I'll get out of the red zone here soon enough. Note to all hot ladies: just because I am financially below where I'd like to be, it does not mean I can't both provide and treat you to a good time. So, also assuming all goes well in the next month, I'll also be joining the Screen Actors Guild (SAG). That's pretty huge as well.

So, keep watching, because I'm on a roll. I'm not sure where I'm rolling to, and the bottom of the hill may be a cactus garden, but I'm rolling baby...I'm rolling. Rolling like a bowling ball being rolled across an ice rink. Rolling like the left front wheel on a Rolls-Royce doing 70 mph on the freeway. Rolling like your mom...and I don't even know what that means, let's just leave it with the fact that I'm on a roll, so watch out.

A few teachings, if you will

How quickly one forgets how fast clean clothes become ready to be laundered. Ah yes, in my eventful day-to-day life, this is what appears to be worth mentioning out of all things that have happened in the last few days. How sad that seems as I quickly read over what I just wrote. It's as if life right now is caught in the middle area waiting for something to happen. That is of course not to day that I am idly waiting, on the contrary. I am actively persuing, diligently working, trying my hardest, etc., etc. Life is warming up before the game starts. A game in which I don't know the rules or even what the game itself is. So alas, my need to do laundry tomorrow stands out as important. There are no hidden meanins here, no philosophical teachings or thoughts I can impart in this. In no way does "laundry" stand for something deeper. The few sentences using the "game" metaphor maybe mean something, but other than that you have just spent a few minutes learning that I will most definately cleaning my clothes tomorrow so that I can be fresh and ready for another week. Instead of finding out some deep and dark secret about me, you now know that I don't have any more running or soccer shorts left and am very much out of underwear. That my friends is better than philosophy. That my friends is better than a juicy secret from my past. That my friends is simplicity in a not so simple city. Enjoy it. Take it in. Soak it up. And remember, clean clothes don't make the man, but they do make him a cleaner man.

Revelations on set

On the set of a Japanese (I think) film set the other day, something came to me. It was as huge revelation. It has shaken me to the core and caused me to add to my list of goals. Obviously it's only a matter of time until fame reaches my doorstep (or climbes the dilapidated stairs of my apartment door). I know, everyone can't wait until they get to read something scandelous or see some odd picture of me in People Magazine. It will happen, just give it time. When fame reaches me you know I'll be the same idiot I am as always, I promise. I have also made the promise to my sister that I would take her to my first awards ceremony and we would take a quick trip back to Pinedale, Wyoming before the ceremony to pic out our outfits since she saw this fur thing (kind-of like you might see the wealthy wear at Jackson Hole or Vail during the winter) that was oh so awesome and we would wear that to it. Those who know my style (as weird as it always is) knows I'll be in People Magazine or whatever as "Best Dressed" (or at least I'll be mentioned somewhere).

I digress. So, on the set, we shot a scene outside at Washington Square Park (NYU are for those who don't know) and the three lead actors each had someone shading them from the sun with umbrellas. That's right people, they had umbrella people. So there is my new goal. Along with a lead role in a film where I of course I have a sweet trailer, I want to be so famous that I have my own umbrella person. That's it. That is the epiphany that hit me the other day. I will also take requests if anyone wants to be or knows someone who would like to be my umbrella person. They have to be cool since I'll be close to them a lot. They also should be hot, that would help as well. But be aware that hot alone in this situation is not acceptable. I of course need hot first, but on top of that they (or you) better be a good conversationalist and be able to help me with lines and other errands and stuff. It will be a glamorous role I promise, and you'll be invited to my many cool celebrity parties. Think about it. Oh, and I will hold true to the promise to my sister to take her to my first award show dressed awesomly (hopefully I don't have a manager or PR guy telling me not to do it).

My scientific test

I want to put this out there, you can take it or leave it. It's just meant to be an observation if you will. It's as if I'm a fly on the wall of a building in New York City, you might say. So without further interruptions, it is being put out ther currently. Here you go. It's go time.

Apparently, you cannot pick up girls by looking sexy and simply smiling at them while walking down the street in New York City.. I say it again, this is not a fact but an observation. However, judging by my sexiness I think this lies somewhere in the grey area between fact and observation. I thought it might work. I make eye contact with lots of attractive girls all the time. Sometimes it mutually lingers just a hair longer than other times. Those are the times I was trying to capitalize with a smile. But alas, it was to no avail. I'll keep this experiment going, but maybe will focus on other pick-up techniques.

The passing of time

Weeks come and weeks go, and sometimes when you think back to what was accomplished or what happened in during your last week you can't really think of much. It happens. It doesn't mean it was worthless or a lost week, it just meant that nothing truly eventfull happened. That was my parly my week. Truly, it was a week where I bogged down and got lots of tedious career work done. Contacted a lot of people and I guess ended up crossing off most of the things on my "to do" list. So, not so bad, right. Ieven poured champagne at an important party and worked background on a film set one night but lost the next day due to catching up on sleep, and finally made it to the gym, even if it was only once. It was one of those weeks where it means things are starting to pull together and momentum is building. Yeah for that!

In other news, I just saw the trailer for Eragon and it looks like it should be a really great fantasy movie. I'm hoping it is as good as the trailer!

I wish I had more witty things of importance to say today, maybe something eventfull and worth writing about will happen this afternoon. Until then, I wish you a happy Saturday. Go out and enjoy yourself, for it is the weekend. A time when if you have a regular job, you have worked a hard week and deserve to go throw the frisbee around the park or watch a little television.

Forgetfull me, I found on the web a Bacardi commercial I was in a while back. I was just in the bar scene, but if you look closely, the camera angle is looking down the bar and I am at the end of it drinking (in line with, but behind, the bartender). It's a funny commercial, and the two lead salmon guys were hilarious! Check it out here.

Pool Time

I don't like to let people know that I'm not good at something...but I'm going to give in and let out a little secret. I've told you in the past that my brother beat me at golf. This does not mean I'm not good at golf, quite the contrary. I'm a pretty decent golfer, my brother just happens to be a more decent golfer. So, here it goes. I suck at pool. That's right people, one place I will not try to pick up girls is at a pool hall or by playing pool in a bar. Scenario A: Hot girl walks up to me at bar, I get her a drink, we chit-chat, she asks if I would like to play pool...here is where I must immediately say no. In theory it may be cute to not be great at something, but sucking as bad as I do is not sexy. Scenario B: there is none since I won't be playing pool with attractive girls watching.

The game is fun, though. We played it quite a bit while in Wyoming (the house had a table). Oh, and just for the record, my mother rocks at ping pong. Ask my brother about that...do it...ask him...he loves telling you about it.

Oh, so I was working background on the set of "Christmas in New York." It's an Italian film, which of course made me miss my time spent in Italy a few years ago, and was a blast. I learned a ton being on set. The crew was very fast at changing the camera positions and the director was really nice. Also, two I think pretty famous Italian actors were playing the scene, and it was awesome watching them, even if I didn't understand everything they said (it was in Italian, I'm not just stupid). Drawback: overnight shoot.

That's what's going on in my world people...and it does not involve playing pool publically.

Claus Family Marksmen

As promised, a few more quick words on Wyoming, mostly regarding my family's shooting ability. We are all pretty much professional marksmen. Throw a penny in the air and consider it shot. Yeah, so I may exaggerate a bit. Although we all were pretty good. We set up targets and were shooting all sorts of loose change and cans with a BB gun. My mother is putting together a little shrine with some of the coins that have a clear BB dent in them. And, on the last day my brother decided that we needed to shoot an egg off of a golf tee. Now that's just plain awesome, although it was the only thing shot that we needed to clean up. Oh, and in many of the pictures of us just around the ranch, you will notice we are carrying the gun. Not that we were going to shoot anything, it just made us feel very ranch-like. You always feel cool with a cowboy hat and a gun, don't you!

The family who takes care of the ranch, their son is a nationally recognized shooter. He brought out his competition 22 and taught us to shoot sillouttes. We sat at a table to make it easier. All of us, including my sister, did pretty well. It does take a lot of getting used to looking through a powerful sight on the gun. Then we tried it standing, and I'd say it doubled the hardness by at least 100%. Not so good like that.

All this shooting makes me wish I could go hunting, something I've never been able to do. I've shot a shotgun a few times and did pretty well, but have not made the plans to actually hunt. My dad hasn't gone in a long time and I'll be honest here, not many of my dancer and actor friends do that sort of thing.

Getting back into the New York routine is tough. It's a constant job to search for work, both acting, dancing, and to support myself. Cross your fingers for this fall.

Now that I'm a bit busier, I probably won't get to writing every day, but I'll try and keep up with it as best I can. Also, I'll post when you can see me in a film or television of if I have a dance concert ever coming up. Also, a quick congatulations goes out to my sister for making it into the jazz choir and one of the other great choirs at school.

Kathyn's Afraid of Cows

As promised, the entry entitled "Kathryn's Afraid of Cows." Not much to it, however. She was torn between her desire to get a picture with a cow and her small fear of the cow. In my time spent wandering the plains of Wyoming contemplating thoughts you can't even comprehend having, a little known fact came into my possession. Cows are not too fond of humans. I proved this many times, like in a mathematical theorem, that while walking toward cows they would always run away. They, my friends, are actually afraid of humans, making my sister's fear of cows irrational. Cows are not horses or dogs that are fond of man. Cows are an unexplained anomaly that this earth lets wander. But all my efforts (and my brother's) to persuade Kathryn to dismiss her childish fear of the creatures that provide us hamburgers and milk were of no use. So, as the picture below proves, her hard work in getting a picture aside one of this earth's greatest and often misunderstood yet greatly appreciated culinary-wise creatures was in vain. Sorry sis, and get over it.

(Cow is just off-camera...close, but not close enough)

Western Models

So, to further prove the idiocracy of my family, I give you exibit A, B, and C.

A- (Picture of me jumping fence)

B- (Picture of brother and sister with gun)

C- (Picture of entire family on porch)

Yes, we are a family that loves to get dressed up and pretty much act dorky. For more ictures, check them out starting at Page 7 in the Wyoming part of my gallery. Now for all the pictures where I'm jumping over the fence, I'm simply trying to look and feel more like an western action hero, and I think it worked.

Little known fact, in high school I was voted as the most spirited male. I believe my sister followed suit, not sure for my brother, but I know he did his part. We dressed up for every event possible and loved it! I of course, being the oldest paved the way for my younger siblings by increasing our costume closet substantially (bringing some to college and even have a few articles in NYC (pink and white bellbottoms that rock harder than your mom)). My sister I think may have beat us all when she went for our "Moving Up Assemply" with her friends as the iPod Shadow People. My friends and row dressed as women, which was pretty sweet, but alll I can say to my sister is...you rocked it sis. So, pretending to be western models is not really out of character for us.

The Bone Yard

First, a few points of business. Concerning the FOS-SEA Golf Tournament at Port Ludlow on August 17th, 2006, I would like to officially say that my brother Kevin beat me fair and square. In fact, I publically announce that he is a better golfer than me. I will provice no excuses or anything of that sort since our scores in subsequent golf rounds later that week also proved him to be the superior golfer. Maybe I'll find a way to practice a bit to keep up with him and my dad in the future.

Second point of business is about the ranch in Wyoming. I would like to say that we (my family) are so grateful to our cousins who have graciously given us the opportunity to use their beautiful property. It has been so wonderful to us the times we've been there and we know they hold it as a special place in their hearts. Thank you so much.

Last quick point of business concerns those friends I did not see while I was in Shoreline. I appologize very much, but due to my trip to Wyoming during my stay things ended up a lot more rushed than I expected. I promise, those that I missed and those that I saw but would still like to see me again next time, please keep in touch somehow and when I return for a visit we will plan it out in advance. I love you all.

Now, on to something a bit more interesting and probably a bit gross. My mother really was into finding a couple bones to take home. The family who runs the ranch gave us permission since there are always tons of bones around and even were nice enough to direct us to a part of the ranch where they end up dragging dead animals to rot or extra bones they have. They call it the "bone pile" and we call it the "bone yard." Big difference in the names, I know.

At first, this sounded just plain awesome...and it was...sort-of. So with my mom on the back of 4-wheeler we headed out. The trek was a bit bumpy and a little ways out there, although nothing like when my sister and I tried to really explore for about an hour one way on a trail not really for an ATV with way too many cows and a little stream to cross that ended in a dead end, that was awesome. So we made it to the hillside and say many a bone and actually a few dead carcases. Laura, the rancher, told us exactly what it was, so what were we expecting.

Most of the bones were a bit too...ripe, for lack of better words, meaning they still had hair or skin attached to them, so my mom didn't want those, clearly. Also, there was a pretty large dead horse not rotted to the bones quite yet. Oh, and the smell of death that was all around, pretty much took some of the fun out of the "bone yard."

All and all, my mom found one skull she liked...score...and I of course had to take a few more trips there just to show my brother and sister.

I realize after reading this that it is without a bit of the humor I like to write with. Well, it's not a humorous story, per se, but I'll try in the future. You might say that posing with a dead animal is kind-of funny...maybe? We saw the sad sight of a dead calf and were without camera at that point, but I guess who really wants to see all that. I should also point out, that the dead horse I'm pictured with had a very large stomach cavity that was of course empty, and I tried my hardest to persuade my sister to lay inside it and pose for a picture. I assured her that nobody would have a picture like it and it would be awesome. I also assured her that I'd drive her immediately home to scrub down and shower and it was okay if she felt sick whilst inside the horses stomach, but she wouldn't go for it. It told her she needed to make some sacrifices here for the family, but could not get her into it. That really would have been funny...well...probably just gross...either way, it would have been sweet!

This week on Lampboy.net:

Monday: A brief look at the Claus family modeling western styles.
Tuesday: Kathryn's afraid of cows.
Wednesday: How good a shot are we?
Thursday: Fishing? You be we did.
Friday: Other games my brother's better than me at.

Boof...the wolverine?

So I'm spending a few extra minutes before the darkness descends upon the pond trying to get a fish to bite again. The family has already taken the suburban up to the big house leaving me the ATV. So noticing there are no fish being tempted by my tasty flies, I pack up and hop on the 4-wheeler for a chili ride home. Oh yeah, the days may be shorts and t-shirt hot, but the nights are definately sweatshirt and pants cold.

I arrive at the door and here's my mother shushing me and scurying me inside to check out a wolverine on the porch. I'm trying to visualize what she's talking about since she's more excited than scared as hell if it had been a wolverine. So I look out on the deck and it seems to be a badger-like spiny and shy creature.

What course of action does the Claus family have, but to surround it armed with my camera and a flashlight to try and see what it was while at the same time leave it completely cornered. Lucky for us we identified it as a porcupine which are not very afraid of people and sort-of shy and dumb. Furthermore, we named it "Boof." Us city folk don't get to see too many porcupines in the wild, so pretty neat. I'm just glad it wasn't a wolverine. Thanks Boof for not being a wolverine.

I also have a picture of me attempting a 360 on my wakeboard which did not really work out. I think if I would have just held on...maybe.

Lastly, a picture of my sister driving the boat in honor of her freshman year at P.L.U. Go Lutes, whatever they are.

Pictures are in!

The pictures are in from my time spent at home in Shoreline and our trip to Wyoming. Check them out. I'll mention more about the specifics of some of them in my writings during the coming week. For now all you get is a pictoral view of how cool my family and I are.

engh...back to reality

Is it really good to be back in New York City? Or does it just mean that I'm back to reality which currently consists of an uphill battle (yet quite exciting) to figure out and create my career path, bills, an unorganized apartment, and current unemployment. Ah yes, I'm living the dream.

I'd like to mention that whenever you book a red-eye flight, be prepared to be tired the next day. I realize this statement is not profound or anything, but for most of the afternoon and early evening I felt as if at any moment I could be asleep, in any position, anywhere. But it gave me a full day to spend showing my family some DVD's of my dancing, baking cupcakes and a peach pie, eating the cupcakes and peach pie with vanilla bean Dreyer's Ice Cream (my brother will argue it is the best), packing, having a nice dinner at Spiro's Pizza (a place you almost always see someone you know from high school at), and driving to the airport.

The weather the whole trip was just beautiful exept the last day which was a bit rainy and overcast. I guess it had to live up to the stereotype at least once during my stay. Pictures will be coming soon, so be prepared to be awstruck with how awesome I am pictorally.

I am sorting through my brain while I write this to figure out what stories and events I'll write about during the next week or so based mostly on what would be interesting or appropriate, so be prepared for unending entertainment (although the main entertainment reading my stories and thoughts does indeed end right after you read it, I say unending because I will infect your mind somehow and the tendency is to keep thinking about me when you least expect). Those who know me already know I'm an idiot yet awesome at the same time, but if you haven't met my family, just know that I had to get my personality somewhere. In my view and defense, we are all very level headed and "normal" in the sense that I know of many other individuals and families that are not nearly as "normal" as we are and do not get along as well as we do (exept in certain incidences).

So as I eat the yummy Emmi yogurt and listen to the soundtrack to the Disney film Mulan I leave you with this profoundly profound thought..."Tranguil as a forest, but a fire within, once you find your center, you are sure to win."

Be Prepared

No I'm not writing about the Boy Scout motto. Just a quick point of information that I'll be back in NYC Wednesday morning, which means that after I return many stories full of frivolity and intrigue will appear on my blog. I'll write about all my exploits here in Seattle (or Shoreline, to be absolutely correct) and Wyoming. So, be prepared to be entertained (hopefully).

Seattle Events Previewed

I have a lot to write about when I return from Seattle, but I'll give you a few news bits for the moment. I've definately been waterskiing on Lake Washington and it's been fantastic. I can still rock it on the water. Seen a few friends and played a couple rounds of golf with my dad and brother. Just actually played in the FOS-SEA golf tournament, my fourth year. I have to say publically for my brother's sake that he beat me fair and sqaure. I sucked very much yet still had a number of good shots and enjoyed myself throughout the day. I have lots of potential but not a huge amount of polished skills right now. It's off to Wyoming tomorrow to relax with the family. Knowing my family, I'm sure there will be lots of eventfull things hapening that will keep people entertained, so until I can write again maybe next week, peace out.

Ghettoer day than it should be

How awesome is it that in a small fit or rage this afternoon I broke another piece off of my bed. I say very. My room can only get ghettoer and ghettoer as the days go buy. Sweet! And in other news, my travels this weekend will be furthen enhanced by dumbass terrorists making our government add more and more travel regulations. Now don't get me wrong, I don't care that much since I'd rather be safe, but it is so much more of a hastle now since I like to carry on my luggage and no liquids at all is quite obnoxious. Mostly since, even if I check in a bag, in my carry-on I like to have some lotion, contact solution or eye drops, and toothpaste. Ah well, it's just the world we live in I guess. I'm really not that bitter and angry tonight, I just feel like writing what's on my mind. That's it I guess, unless you count how much fun it is to run down the street in the downpouring rain to your apartment. When it warm and raining you do kind-of feel like a little kid. A little kid who's a bit of an idiot for not checking the weather and bringin his umbrella with him when he went out. Well, Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd is playing on iTunes and wish to listen to it without interruptions while I drink a Pomegranate-Blueberry drink to "quench" my thirst. We'll see if that music and drink combination do indeed relax me and prepare me for bed.

Are you F'n kidding me!

It is official. Bowser's baseball team is a "f**king cow's testicles' misshapen penis dipped in horse sh*t, monkey-ass mother's single-balled daughter of satin." That is a direct quote from my last game of losing to Bowser on the GameCube. He can burn in weird dinosaur hell for all I care. I lost 17-5 and 6-1, what kind of crap is that.

Okay, pull myself together man, it's just a game. Sorry for that, just had to get that out of my system. Video games bring out creative combinations of swear words when I'm losing, and clearly I was losing tonight. I'll get him yet, though, don't you worry.

What the hell is up with the Geico commercials with the celebrities talking jibberish and looking stupid "translating" for "real" costomers. I'm quite annoyed with them. That and there is nothing good on tonight. Maybe I"ll get a book and read...yeah...when monkeys fly out of...sorry again. Man am I in a bitter mood tonight. Maybe if I just...(slap)...just kidding, like I'd slap myself. Seriously though. I did go see Taladega Nights this afternoon. It should really be called Taladega Awesome! The movie rocks, I highly suggest it. Just plain retardedness you'd expect from Will Farrell. A post-movie burrito was not the best choice however for this evening.

I think I should just go to bed and forget about this entire night...what a waste. Can't even win a stupid video game...and I'm wearing bike gloves to help me play better...damnit, I'm over it...except for looking like a moron with bike gloves one...alright...whew...peace out, yo!

It's Number 100, Baby!

This is big moment in Lamboy.net history. This is entry 100! Oh yeah baby, I have been writing to my probably almost non-existant audience for enough time to reach 100 blogs. Man am I a bit of a dork, but that's what you get. I started out with my, to some people, famous emails and have transitioned into a full-on website. If you have followed my stupidity this far, congratulations, I am like a fine vintage wine...I get better with as time goes on. This is a journey not to be missed. My ultimate hope with this is that as my acting and dancing career progresses, so will my website. It will have my blogs of course, but also pictures and video clips from shows and projects I've done. That, and when fame comes knocking on my door, this website will explode with awesomeness.

I feel the need to write something of importance tonight, but nothing is really coming to mind . I understand I still need to write about the Touchet Baptists, but that will still have to wait as I cannot get my thoughts completely together on that subject. I did do some thinking about it today, and all that came to mind was dumb college stories, which I may write about another time, but they may seem more to be the funnier if you were there kind of stories.

Maybe I better stop this blathering on and just put this entry out of misery. I mean, it's seems almost pathetic that I just write about nothing, when we all know (or at least I want people to know) that my life rocks and I'm not boring. Oh, for lack of any other things, there is this homeless man that walks around 22nd street who is absolutely repulsive. You may ask me what makes him more repulsive than some of the other homeless guys? I will answer you and also add that I do not think any less of these people and do feel sorry for them, but also slightly feel they have chosen this path as they do seem to really try to get out of this situation. This is a touchy subject to some, and I do not want to get into it too deeply. Let me just say that this particular gentleman wears no shirt with a gigantic belly, ripped pants that are low enough where you almost see his junk (think abercrombie model of the homeless without the looks), dirt and black grime all over, and smells...well, if you've ever been with some of them on the subway you'd know. Pretty picture, right? He seems to be a relatively new transplant to the Chelsea homeless scene, and not too pretty.

Well, thus ends the 100th blogging birthday of Lampboy.net. I hope I provide some amusement to those who read, and to those who don't...well let's just say you won't know what you're missing because you haven't read what I just wrote, so go on living you life unfulfilled not having my thoughts to help you get through your mundane day.

Endings and Beginnings

Life is full of endings and beginnings, and much of the time they all overlap a bit. This past week was an ending of sorts and a new beginning for me. Personally, I hate to label things using such definite terms. I fully believe that nothing truly ends but rather opens up new doors as you move on from one thing to the next. Nobody really knows where the path leads, and often times the detour you take one day runs parallel to the path you were just on and rejoins it. I appologize for the vagueness of this opening, but I don't like to write too specifically on certain subjects.

This past week with Dodge Dance Company, we just finished our summer intensive. It went very well, and I have to say again how impressed I am with the students. We threw a huge amount of choreography at them and they soaked it up and performed it beautifully on Friday. Each of them improved so much throughout the week, it was such a joy. This last week really meant a lot to me in another way, as I was able to spend a a full week with the other DDC dancers. They are some of my best friends in the city, wonderful dancers of course, and I love them all very much. You guys rock and only good things lie ahead, but you all already know how I really feel.

I feel both excitement and nerviousness about the unknown this fall, but (for DDC's sake) let's just say I will nail it when it comes. Dig that y'all.

One last thing, for those of you back in Seattle (and Shoreline), I'll be back August 12th to the 29th, with the first week being the best to hang out, since we'll be in Wyoming at my cousin's ranch for much of the second week. It will be awesome to catch a small break from the city and I'm so excited to take my boat out and get some wicked waterskiing and wakeboarding in! Hope to see those of you who are in town.

Note to those of you in the NYC area, if anyone is up for the beach (or other things) this week or wants to hang when I get back for Labor Day, please drop me a line or shoot me an email.

Four Points of Business Tonight

First point of business tonight is telling you how much I rocked Guiding Light on Tuesday. Now I realize I did not say anything, but you could see me quite a bit in the background, and damn I look good. I totally believe I was talking on the cell phone and having deep and meaningful conversations with a girl during the debate. Awesome! For those of you who missed it, I have a little be of hatred for you, so you better watch the next thing that I'm in.

Second point of business is simply that I want to say that the guys and girls dancing at the Dodge Dance Company summer intensive are a blast. They all are improving so much and I can't wait to see the showing tomorrow afternoon. I'll write more on the intensive when it's over, but I really do enjoy teaching and spending this last week with my other DDC dancers and friends has meant a lot to me.

Third point of business needs a quick preface. I will write a full blog entry on it this weekend as I need to get my thoughts together so I'll leave a quick teaser. I went to college in the town of Walla Walla, Washington. I'll give you a quick moment here to make fun of the name...moments over. One of the nearby towns is Touchet, Washington with a Baptist Church who preached to the Whitman students we were going to hell. Told you it needed a bit more explanation coming this weekend.

Last point of business on this fine, yet still pretty damn hot, evening is simply to tell you all once again how awesome I am. Indeed I am one of the only straight male dancers who can live in the Chelsea area and pull of looking hot in short white bahama (or could be called rugby style) shorts, aviator sunglasses, a polo shirt, and flip flops. My legs simply look damn sexy. Go to bed with that picture in your mind, you'll be sure to have good dreams.

Guiding Light, Bitches!

Guiding Light, tomorrow, Tuesday August 1st, people. I know, it's only background, but still, my face my quickly grace your television set even if briefly. Check out my events page for a bit more info. Watch if you can, or I'll just have to tell you about it. Gotta start somewhere, right? Rock it baby!

Cooling to the Death

So...I would say I had a near death experience the other day. I was approximately 20 feet away from a possible ending of life, either mine or someone elses. Lets set the scene, shall we.

It is a quite warm Saturday night approximately 7:23pm. I am dressed in Abercrombie shorts and a polo shirt, looking quite good if I might be allowed to say. Looking in the mirror before I left my apartment I realized that I was looking particularly sexy this night. This has no bearing on what was about to happen. The corner of 8th and 23rd was the exact setting. I was standing, cell phone in hand, waiting anxiously for my friend's call. Let's be more specific. I was standing 20 feet away from the subway staircase on the southwest corner of 8th Avenue and 23rd Street in Chelsea. Not only did I have a cell phone in hand, but also a bottle of chilled green tea, quite tasty if you haven't tried it. Then...the incident.

Low and behold, or shall I say high and not holding on, an air conditioner made a suicide plunge from about the 7th floor of a corner apartment. It clearly had decided that it would not cool anything again and the only choice left was taking it's own electrical life. A gentleman and his family next to me and I started yelling..."Watch Out!" and "Heads Up!" That's all we could think to say and feel it was quite appropriate given the free falling nature of our circumstances.

Thankfully, no one was hit by the falling coolant, otherwise I would have been quite tramatized to see what would have been a pretty horrible death. The air conditioner was totalled, I regret to say and could not be revived, as it landed in the actualy staircase leading to the subway. Standing around soaking in the confusion for only a moment, I received a call from my friend and to the Boston Market I headed. I could not grieve anymore for the air conditioner which took it's own life for we had flowers to buy and a dance performance to see, which at this moment I care not to discuss as it was...not to my liking if you catch my drift.

Air Conditioner, wherever you are, I'm sorry you felt you couldn't keep up with the rising heat this summer and had no other choice but to sever your cord. Let this be a lesson to all appliances keeping us humans cool this summer, we do appreciate you and there is no reason to relive what happened on 23rd and 8th. I sincerely hope the Chelsea air conditioner of Saturday night is keeping things cool in the afterworld of electrical appliances. May currents run through you still.

Hmm, maybe I won't go and be studious

What a great family I have! Truly, I mean it. I was planning on going to the library to search for some monologues. That was my big plan for the entire day, to do some research, or R.S. if you will. In my persuit of acting, it's pretty important to do some R.S. in order to have some solid monologues for auditions, and the ones I have aren't that great. So, when I talked to my mother this morning I told her of my plan to do some M.R.S. (monologue research). She was of course very surprised to hear that, since she knows I didn't discover my college's library until the very very tail end of freshman year, and wondered how I would go about finding a monologue and if I would be able to handle being in an actual library. I quickly told her I would just go to the theatre and film section and start pulling out scripts and scanning them for material, probably at random. She came back with a suggestion that I do a little planning before going there and not waste my time randomly looking for monologues. I figured that was a good point. She also mentioned that my brother's friend is coming over tonight who's an actor (and went to the same colleg I did and probably went to the library more that I did) and maybe has some thoughts as well. How much do I love my mom for persuading me (it doesn't take much) to not go to the library. Especially on such a beautiful day as it is today.

Although not particularly of interest, today for lunch I resorted to eating a small yogurt and three rice cakes. While it is less about dieting, it is more about my laziness. Don't worry, though, I washed it down with a couple glasses of the finest Poland Spring bottled water. Living large in NYC is what I'm all about. People think New York City is about going out all the time, clubbing, fine dining, plays, and concerts. I tell you, there is another side of New York, the one that only artists know about. The New York that's filled with no clubbing, cheap deli's, rush and discount tickets, and free concerts while training and persuing your career in the arts. That's the New York I know, and it can be quite fun much of the time (other times it can just plain blow).

Goings on...or not

I'll be honest, I don't really feel like I have anything to really say of importance tonight. Feels like these last few days have been filled with no events or experiences of note. I mean, I could write about me finally getting into a few ballet classes this week, which is a good thing for me so that I keep up some sort of technique here so I can have some sort of career. But what thanks do I get for being a good boy and trying to improve my dancing? Basically the ballet gods have destroyed my calves completely and utterly. They hurt so much! I'm not complaining too much, since dancing as a career is such that you are always sore and in pain from something, especially if you are on the uphill battle with training and not just coasting through classes as "warm-ups" or "refreshers" after say 10+ years of dance. That being said, my calves just plain hurt.

Oh, I guess I did go to a Mets game the other night against the Cubs. Mets lost, but I usually support the Yankees as far as NY teams go. My loyalties are always for the Mariners if we are speaking in generalities, but I do enjoy the Mets. By the way, there are so many hot girls at baseball games, it's awesome. Even sat by quite an attractive and fun girl who enjoys candy more than anyone I can imagine. My friend set up a night for Boston University alumni and had an extra ticket, so of course I wore something not from B.U. to make sure people knew I didn't go there. Not that I have any problem with B.U., I've never actually been there, but just out of principle. Man I love a good baseball game. Reminds me of when my dad used to take my brother and I (and sister sometimes) to games in Seattle. What fun they are.

Apparently when I sat down more came to me than not. Maybe it's the wine speaking. Okay, so I've only had like one small glass, given to me by my neighbor who needed to get rid of the open bottle before it went bad. And I'm not one to waste wine. To answer your next question, I am drinking wine alone in my apartment. It's not sad, it's just heart healthy, thank you very much. To answer your final question, I do not own wine glasses, I'm drinking out of a dixie cup. It's classier that way, don't you think?

I feel I better list the things I've done these last few days so nobody thinks I'm sad and pathetic. Here are some of the highlights:

Mario Baseball (not winning by the way)
Planning out my career
A few auditions
Mets Game
Gym (a few times)
Ballet class (twice, thank you very much)
Phone conversations (nothing too important, however)
Food shopping
Food eating
Thinking
Sleeping

Man I suck, don't I. I better get myself in gear here, which I promise will happen pretty soon. I will rock the world. Man I want to kill this fly that keeps landing on me. It's really starting to piss me off. That will be my next point of business.

A Life Change of Universal Magnitude

My life has just gotten a little bit better tonight. Let me rephrase that. My life has definately become something worthwhile. Yes my friends, I have just had a television watching experience unlike many others. Let me explain how it went down.

It all started after my very unfulfilling three-course dinner. Now I say unfulfilling since each course consisted of a bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats and Soy milk. Dinner of a champion? I think not. I sat down in my lawn chair to see if I could further myself in a game of Mario Baseball. I did not win at all. In fact, many explatives that I will not repeat passed through my lips in a bout of frustration. What happened next was mind-blowing. I literally was lost in another world for the next couple of hours. My friends, I tell you in all honesty...I have seen first hand the land of all that is good and holy...and am here to tell you now...the new Miss Universe was crowned tonight in Hollywood....my life is somehow more complete.

Did I know and event of this magnitude was happening on this very night? Oh no...I did not. Did I think I could witness such beauty and exquisite hotness? I did not. Am I a better man for watching such unbelievably hot women parade themselves in extremely revealing bikinis and gorgeous evening gowns? I am.

My mouth watered...no...drooled and hung open whilst the top 25 parading across the stage in their swimsuits. I kid you not, they were some of the most fit and hottest girls I have seen to this very day. I have to ask myself, am I worthy of dating one of them? Or let me rephrase that. Are they worthy of the honor of dating me? The answer to both questions is a most definate yes. I cannot do their hotness in this posting justice, they were of another world in their beauty. One might say of their sexiness and hotness that they were galactically hot.

Evening gowns was the same. Japan was very refined and awesome. Switzerland was just a fine speciman of fitness and sweetness worth mentioning. And Puerta Rico was the most unbelievable thing ever. You would look at her and just mumble out nonsense she's so hot. Those were my top pics, and the judges agreed. The new Miss Universe is Puerta Rico.

This night will forever be remembered. Not only for the hot women, but for what they do for the world. Apparently they do a lot. I didn't actually listen as much with my ears as I was my eyes. Don't confuse this to mean that I am shallow. Give me a chance to talk with these women and I'm sure I'll find that they are all as intelligent as they are wonderfully hot. In fact, give me a private hotel room with them and I will find out all I need to know. Mark my words...in one year's time I will have gone on a date with Miss Universe or one of her top runner's up. Mark my words again...as an addendum, I would also like to say that in addition to or in the case that I cannot make the date with those three Miss Universe girls come to fruition, I would like to add that in one year's time I will also be satisfied to have gone out with someone at least of a hotness of their magnitude, I have a few girls in mind.

My words have been marked and my life changed. A glorious night indeed.

A Few Congratulations

Congratulations to the boys and girls dancing with Thomas/Ortiz Dance. Ted and Frances put together some wonderful pieces, everyone danced beautifully, and the concert last night was just great. Wtaching it makes me definately miss dancing and working with you guys. Y'all should be very proud of yourselves!

Next, congratulations to my brother for having a birthday today. I of course send you my best wishes and hope you have a happy one. Love you bro!

And I believe that's all the congratulations I have to send out today. I hope this nasty weather goes away, I'd like to get to the beach here pretty soon, don't you?

A Long But "Enchanted" Evening

So, the verdict on the background work these last couple of days was that I actually learned a lot and had a good time. The film is called Enchanted and is slated to be out sometime in 2007. Should be pretty awesome, Disney is behind it. They were, or course, long-ass days, though. I did some awesome work having a fake conversation in the background and they even gave me a two-way radio as a prop. Yeah that's right...a prop. And a radio is the coolest prop ever. For one thing, you look like you're in charge of something with it since all the P.A.'s have them. And the jokes of "Flying Eagle this is Mother Bird, 10-4" never ever get old.

Oh, and I had a wonderful makeup artist work on my extra facial hair, which was fun. I wish I could grow a soul patch (or dude-patch as one of the makeup artist like to call it) as sweet as the one they gave me. Think what you will about my look, but I can pull it off. For that matter, I can pull of anything well, but that's not what we are discussing.

So, as it stands I am one step closer to being a SAG actor, which is huge. Oh, and I saw Idina Menzel (Maureen from the movie Rent) and James Marsden (Superman Returns and The Notebook) who were the principle actors in the scenes we were shooting. Pretty cool. Fun fact...James Marsden was second choice after I turned down the role since I really wanted to do the background work on the film instead. It's an artistic choice and I stand by it.

So after a couple of 12-hour days today was a rest day. Nothing exciting really happens much to me, except for two nights ago. If any of you know about my irrational fear of certain bugs, you will know that I was pretty damn freaked out a few nights ago. I cockroach (later found out to be just a water bug) about an inch long ran across my shoulder and arm around 4am and of course woke me up and freaked the hell out of me. And after attempting to kill it and only injuring it slightly (probably pissing it off more than anything) and a long time searching for it after my attempts, I lost it and had to get sleep before going over to set. Needless to say I did not sleep much. It's the only one I've ever seen, so at least we don't actually have them in our apartment and it was just a freak thing.

Alright, I'm off to bed. The experience shook me up so much I sleep with a flashlight next to me and do a thorough search of my apartment and sheets each night before actually going to sleep. Awesome, right!

Thought in the Heat of the Night

To start off with a sad note tonight seems fitting as I sit here sweating at my keyboard whilst not doing anything physically active that would normally induce the sweat reflex. Watching the television tonight, it was reported that Avril Lavigne indeed got married this past weekend. While to her and many others this seems like a wonderful time, I now have to move her down on the list. The whole "she's taken" factor plays quite heavily on the hotness and date-ability meter. While currently the list is "under renovation" meaning I have to reorganize some things and put some thought into it, I will reveal the list at some point. Let's leave this sad thought right now, bury it if you will, and move on.

By a fortunate turn of events I will be working some background on a film tomorrow. Now I don't usually care for the large background calls, and this one seems to be not huge although we'll see when I actually get there, I will write a bit more on my filmatic experience after the fact. My only hope, and I'm pretty sure we will be, is that it is indoors since the heat will be fairly unbearable tomorrow I expect. Oh, and I have to travel to Brooklyn (the Navy Yards to be precise), so wish me luck while I leave Manhattan into barely chartered territory as those who know me know I seldomely travel outside of Manhattan.

I will leave you with one final thought. PIcture if you will for a moment, you first or most favorite and passionate kiss. One that you will always remember. Thinking about it? Picture the surroundings, the leading up to it, the locking eyes...now keep that going and picture my face instead of theirs. Gotcha! For some of you that may have been revolting, and for others...heavenly bliss and your deepest feelings and desires both satisfied and confirmed. I will leave you with that thought.

Cool vs. Not

You know what's cool? Vanilla Bean Ice Cream. You know what's not cool? Frozen yogurt that pretends it's regular ice cream but has that "frozen yogurt" taste. You know what else is not cool? Spilling ice tea all over your computer keyboard so everytime you touch certain letters you fell stickiness. A few other "not cool" things I feel I must add to this list while I'm at it is spilling orange juice all over a number of magazines not to mention the now sticky portion of floor near my beach chair, soreness all over my body focused mainly on my legs, achilles tendon on the right foot, and lower back from a photo shoot the other day, and last minute stress trying to frantically memorize a monologue for an important film audition. To balance out the "not cools" I will add one last thing to what is cool. This next year you will all be able to refer to me as of course Andrew, Lampboy, or my newest title, "Mr. December" (although I have to double check that it's the right month). Yes that's right, as I had another wonderful photoshoot yesterday with the same photographer (nothing to do with this next year's calendar appearance), I will be included, one might even say featured, in a prominent dance calendar for this coming up year. Now you may all have your deepest wishes come true (maybe not deepest since I won't actually physically be with you, ladies) and be able to have me with you in your bedrooms. Goodnight, and sleep tight y'all.

Birthday Wishes

I must spend a minute or so sending my love and best birthday wishes to my sister today. Happy Birthday Kathryn! I hesitate to mention this, but she's now finally 18 and closer to being an adult, and if anyone of my friends comment on this (specifically Josh, Erik, and Chris) I will be forced to kill them. I don't mean I'd be a little upset and annoyed as they would be joking. I mean I'd actually kill them. Off the top of my head I can think of at least 5 ways I would do it too. I'll just list one, however, and that is I would physically rip their hearts out and make them eat it with a fork and knife (I'm at least civilized) while it is still beating. I think y'all catch my drift.

Oh, and on a separate subject, on TBS the other day American Pie Presents Band Camp was on. Sadly I watched it. I liked the first three very much, and although this was another cast I ended up sitting through it. While there were funny moments, all irreverent and what not, It was maybe 50/50 good/bad. I get so annoyed when the jerk guy and the hot sweet girl finally fall for each other and the guy is a dumbass and screws it all up. I hate that. That goes for any movie. It's just painful, because if I had the chance to impress the hot girl in the movie I'd be trying hard not to mess things up, especially since thus far in my life I have not had the chance to have a girl as hot as Arielle Kebbel (the girl from Band Camp) and hope that she will consider me for a date in the near future.

This leads me quickly to my last point of the night. Arielle Kebbel has now moved into the #1 top spot on my list of girls that I would date who are unbelievably hot. Avril Lavigne has now been placed second. Albeit it's a close second, as I would not turn her down, but none-the-less it has to be done. So now you know the official top two on my hot list.

ps - A tear runs down my cheek as I realize that my...I mean the family's...boat is waiting in the driveway to be used. Sadness that I am on a different coast unable to take it out. Soon...just you wait...we will be on the lake again enjoying our time together and much skiing and general fun will be had. I promise this.

Standing in Central Park

After a long walk from my apartment to Central Park and an enjoyable time spent wondering through the grass, I came home and put on one of my playlists in iTunes. This song came up and it really means a lot to me. So, here are the lyrics. It's deep and meaningful and quite lovely. Soak it in people...soak it in.

Standing on the Corner
by
the Four Lads

Standing on the corner watching all the girls go by
Standing on the corner watching all the girls go by
Brother you don't know a nicer occupation
Matter of fact, neither do I
Than standing on the corner watching all the girls
Watching all the girls, watching all the girls go by

I'm the cat that got the cream
Haven't got a girl but I can dream
Haven't got a girl but I can wish
So I'll take me down to Mainstreet
And that's where I select my imaginary dish

Standing on the corner watching all the girls go by
Standing on the corner giving all the girls the eye
Brother if you've got a rich imagination
Give it a whirl, give it a try
Try standing on the corner watching all the girls
Watching all the girls, watching all the girls go by

Saturday and I'm so broke
Haven't got a girl and no joke
Still I'm living like a millionaire
When I take me down to Mainstreet
When I take me down to Mainstreet
And I review the harem
Parading for me there

Standing on the corner
Watching all the girls go by
Standing on the corner
Underneath the springtime sky
Brother, you can't go to jail
For what you're thinking
Or for the woo look in your eye
You're only standing on the corner
Watching all the girls
Watching all the girls
Watching all the girls
Go by