Dictionary.com defines the word 'lazy' as...

1) Resistant to work or exertion; disposed to idleness.
2) Slow-moving; sluggish: a lazy river.
3) Conducive to idleness or indolence: a lazy summer day.
4) Depicted as reclining or lying on its side. Used of a brand on livestock.

...but for the sake of making things easier for all of us, we'll just define lazy as my posting habits. Yes, once again, the great departure from the blog goes down, and theres little I can say to make ammends to all the loyalists, besides -- I'm hosting a BBQ to make up for it this weekend and there is free punch for everyone.



Why the hell have I been so busy? If I let myself sit here long enough I might be able to come up with a semi-decent reason, but again, for the sake of your time and mine, I'll cut to the chase and just tell you I didn't feel like blogging and did absolutely nothing, and yes, it was wonderful. To sum it up in a few words, I drank a lot of Gatoraid, wished the senior show would come here faster because I miss my rides home and my friends in particular, decided I would once again try and delve into the world of 'musicals', and finally, decided to declare myself officially on-call for working co-house with T so we can start living the good life sooner rather than later.

First day of actual work for being a future officer, and man, is it ever exciting. No really, I'm dead serious, and you'd definitely think its sarcasm when you hear all I did. Basically, Taryn and I just went into the little box office, and after a little instruction, we were on our own to plot out the work to be done. Taryn decided she would start organizing things around to make it more clean, and then actually wipe things down once things were clear enough, and well, as for me, I had the important job of changing the ticket line number to tell all those people who actually call and try to reserve their tickets that they just can't. Thats right. By order of Quinn, it just doesn't make sense to reserve tickets for Monkey House. I'm excited to be doing anything for it, in the officer-aspect. It's just a great feeling of badassness to know the guy on the message is me telling you to forget your attempt to reserve anything. T and I will make that little hole in the wall ours.

But now, my mind is sidetracking, I'm thinking too much; once again....

Confusing thing only I will be able to understand: I wonder what she was like when she had no idea what it was and was only learning. I bet it was amazing. I bet it'd be different then. I wish I could redefine it for her. I really do. And who knows, maybe someday I will. I just hope she knows I miss her like hell tonight and I'm dying to get a sense of that feeling of what it was like then. I want to re-write it for her, more than anything else. I'm not good at these things, but I know I could. And if I had things my way, she'd experience it all over again.

Apologies.

As for the musical, well, I'm already excited. I'm told I'd make a good Charlie Brown, and well, honestly, it feels good to be told I'd make a good anything really. Today at the informational meeting, looking around, I saw that most of the guys were younger than even I was, and for the first time, I felt like one of those kids the little kids fear they'd lose the part they wanted to. That makes it sound like I'm an egocentric ass, but I don't think that at all. The only reason I felt that way is because I know some of these kids are too worried about how they'll sound when they sing and worry about what people will say about them being in a musical, and if you know me, I've already thrown that completely out the window, so its not a matter of nerves this time. Well, I'll put my best foot forward and try to come out swinging. Charlie Brown/Linus auditions papers, lets do this.



Speaking of my best foot forward, don't be surprised if the next time you see it, it has a sandle on it. I finally did it. I bought a pair of sandles. I realize how sad it is I included this subject matter inside a blog post, but man, is it ever a transition in this sad little life of mine. So if you me wearing them sometime, tell me I'm gay or give me a high five or something, whatever you think of first. The only thing I know is my feet won't be hot anymore, and as a result, my Puma's probably won't reek of hot feet. It's always good to end a blog post on the subject of hot feet, don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

I woke up late today for the first time in a week, and oh my lord, did I ever need it. Why? Let me give you a little conversation I had briefly last night with my friend Robert on the way home from IHOP that spoke in tones on this particular area of interest.

Robert : "Tyler, what time do you go to bed at night?"
Ty : "Lets see.... on weekends, like three-four. Uh, weekdays? Hmm... two."
Robert : "You're fucking stupid."
Ty : "Pretty much."

So it goes without saying I am generally more tired than the average person, seeing as kids my age need a minimum of eight hours every night and I've somehow been functioning off of five and fifteen some odd minutes. But I don't have to worry about that for long, no sir...



Yes, thats right. Monday is the day I officially turn sweet sixteen. I'm excited, but talking about it in my blog, well, I don't want it to bring about any, "Happy birthday!" type of anything, because I'm modest when it comes to the birthday scene. As long as I have a good day on my birthday, the world is just right. Anyways, I only mention it because when I was twelve, I was diehard Blink 182. No, I mean it, diehard. I figured if I were exactly like Tom or Mark, I would be that much cooler. In Adam's Song, they had a line that said, "Sixteen held such better days", and from then on, I was totally stoked to turn sixteen, even being four years off. Well my friends, the wait is over. The best year of my life officially begins in... one day and ten or eleven something hours. Alright.

Next year will be so great though, and I already know it. Somehow, and I don't know how the hell it happened exactly, I was elected Co-House with Taryn. That is fucking insane. It wasn't until Taryn asked me to run with her for an officer I realized just how much I wanted to be one sometime, and now it seems like I shall be, as the broken bath tub parts and toilet paper from my front yard would prove, provided by this years officers. Ironic as it seems, having something like that happen is just as good as anything I could ask for to get my birthday kickin'.

As for right now, theres nothing that could suit me finer than to sit around and take it easy as I throw on some Ataris. Its not half as bad as you'd believe either, my brother showed me this site, and well, I can't explain it, I just know I love it and you must see it, its kept me busy : Home Star Runner. As for this weekend, I just plan to keep things simple and think about the girl I love; no better way to cap off a weekend I say. On a closing note, while you may think these lyrics are stupid -- they're simple, like this weekend, and thats good enough to make this soon to be sixteen year old happy.

"Lighting fireworks in parking lots, illuminate the blackest nights, Cherry Cokes under this moonlit summer sky, 2015 Riverside, its time to say goodbye..." ~ The Ataris

April 10th, 10:19 am – Third period

Well, its already got me thinking. Tonight is the night. Am I worried? A bit. I know some people will just go and think it was ‘boring’, ‘too long’, or otherwise, but whatever. I’m really excited, and that’s crazy because I’m too tired to even process human emotion. Yet, this marks my first show ever, so being excited is hardly a surprise. I can’t wait to get out on that stage and try to sell whatever Mr. John Grover Twimble persona I’ve collected the past month to a real audience of people. Pity my costume is so damned hot and I’m only a third of the way through this school day.

April 10th, 1:12 pm – Sixth period

Almost there, we have only but a little more to go before the school day has at long last ended. A lot of my friends are going tonight, as it turns out, so I have expectations for myself tonight. The closer we get to 7:00, the faster my heart starts beating. I won’t be nervous, really. I can’t afford wasting that time on stage being timid or scared, I really have to rock tonight. I didn’t get much sleep at all last night and my eyes are getting bloodshot for whatever reason, but I’m going to get the job done my friends. Until this evening.

April 12th, 2:41 am – Home

The last two nights have been some of the most amazing times I’ve ever had in my life, and I really do mean that. I think I finally know what theatre is all about now, and I love it. I peered out on stage momentarily, only to see Donald, with hot, bright lights beaming down from him from the catwalk. It was the only thing I could see, the audience was completely blocked out, it was just Don, the lights, and the stage, and this is how the stage feels to me. When I went out there, there was no audience. I was just having a great time getting the job done, trying to sell every line, trying to retain that feeling of ‘ultimate badass’ for getting a laugh from the masses. I love this company.

Tomorrow is our last night. It’s the last night we’ll point out flaws in coffee break. It’s the last night I’ll forget to bring out my chair for the executive boardroom meeting scene. It’s the last night I’ll worry about getting a good stall with two working handles. It’s the last night I’ll get to sing Company Way and then get a warm reception afterwards. It’s the last time I’ll scramble to stage right just in time to remember cues for small talking scenes with Sunil, Matt and Tim. It’s the last night my heart will race when I see DC pick up the blue material from inside his desk, because I know my scene is immediately after. It’s the last time I’ll stand by the leg on stage right, in an almost creepy manner, feeling so very proud, as I watch the cutest, most beautiful, most lovely and wonderful secretary of all perform her crazy choreography for the ‘Pirate Dance’. It’s the last time I’ll be told to sit still and not laugh as a nice girl administers old age makeup to my face. It’s the last time I’ll slide on my knees up to the front row during ‘Brotherhood’ and wonder how cool it looked from the audience. It’s the last time I’ll cause a shower of envelopes from the mailroom to come raining down. It’s the last time I’ll scramble offstage in the dark, hoping that I don’t get run over by moving set pieces. It’s the last time I’ll be making the stage come to life with a handful of my theatre idols; Matt, Don, Trevor, Jack, Elizabeth, Greg, and Nick. All of them made this stuff look so appealing, and I attribute whatever acting ability or showmanship I have to what I’ve seen through them. These kids are amazing. Tomorrow night, our last night, I’m doing it for them.

One more night, one last opportunity. Lets give them a hell of a show my friends.

April 12th, 5:02 pm – Home

I’ll be leaving shortly for closing night. This is really it folks, the last hurrah. I know there’ll be a senior show even after all this, but this is still something significant. But without saying the word ‘last’ anymore than I really have to, I’d just like to say what an honor its been. I came into Theatre Company looking for a partial place to call my own, maybe meet a few new faces and at least get a little taste of what had these kids so into acting in the first place. Well, I ended up with a whole lot more than I ever bargained for. These are memories that will last a lifetime. When I’m too old to even utter the word ‘cool’ and be taken seriously, I’ll be telling my kids all about how I found my rightful place in high school without even realizing it. I'd tell them all about the things I did and the people who were so interesting I met here. Some of you I’ll still be seeing a lot of after this school year, but some of you I won’t, so I’m taking the time to say it now, I wouldn’t ever forget this entire year, and that is completely owed to you all. The clocks moving faster than I’d like it to right now, so I’m afraid we’re getting this show on the road. Here goes nothing, a night I’ll never forget, for the rest of my days -- a perfect closing to a perfect theatre year out of my life.

April 13th, 1:18 pm – Home

Its finally over. I don't think I believe it. I feel like I'll be staying after school on Monday to make sure the harmonies are coming along and to make sure I remember my cues. Everything happened all at once the more it came down to the wire, and I think thats what has me so hung up now. I have no regrets though, the sadness that comes from a closing of a lifelong experience, well, its worth having these memories forever. I won't ever forget any of you kids either, because you're a major part of these memories I have. We'll make you proud when you're gone, we all have so much more we can do, and we'll do it, because this is what we love. You made us love it.

I remain on top, once again.

I'll elaborate of course, except for you perverts who got everything you needed out of that last sentence. Literally everytme I choose to cleanse myself is a gamble of my life. I kid you not. I just took a shower, and once again, I made sure not to get water on the floor, a routine bad trend of mine I've kept around for years. Well, the water has taken its toll on this little house of ours. It managed to seep through the floor and down into the floor below, which just so happens to be the family room. The ceiling area above the table is literally plagued with unsightly water spots and such if you look close enough. My mom is really worried that anytime I take a shower now, the ceiling could seriously cave in. I've been known to live life dangerously in the past, but this might just immortalize me.

In English, I sit next to my stoner friend and a crazy mother fucker. Generally, nothing special happens, but my stoner friend works at Fry's and informed me that two people left recently and I would have a good chance of getting hired if I came in as soon as I could. This was all in the midst of being freaked out by the crazy bastard. He's threatened to kill all of us before, has a really thin and sketchy moustache (kind of like the moustache no one my age should really have but can get if they just don't shave for about a month), and the kid loves Gameboy and Japanese pocket monster games. Finally rehearsal came. I was only excited to go because I'd decided to wear my costume today. I did, and well, for about ten minutes, I was the most excited kid to wear a costume. Taryn and I also attended the co-house manager meeting prior to all the rehearsing, and we're very excited to be running. T&T baby.

I did make it down to Fry's eventually when I got home from rehearsal, and when I finally arrived, I stood around at customer service and put on my best, "What the hell am I doing" face so I could get some assistance. This lady behind me asked me if she could help me, and I felt stupid telling her I was wondering who to talk to about possibly applying for a job there. She told me to come back at seven in the morning and look for someone named Bobby, probably because she figured I'd be at school by then and wouldn't even have the time to meet this so-called Bobby. I then asked her if she was ever in on weekends, to which she responded sharply that Bobby was a man. Awkward. Well, apparently, this jackass Bobby 'sometimes' works weekends, so fortunately I get to wake up early and walk there this weekend just to see if the bastard shows. Grrr. I wish I didn't like money.

Volleyball was fun tonight. Like everything else that ends in my life, the night came to a definite close when I was beamed in the head by Andrew's viscous spike. I'm very glad that I did eventually get to see how fun sports are with these kids, when I joined theatre only a scarce amount of kids would show for baseball, and we'd go to some deserted parking lot and play catch with about four gloves, and only if we were lucky. Good times. Well, I have to write a note to sultry vixen now, so I'm signing off at this point. Goodnight.