tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43065157111933340552024-02-18T18:25:56.776-08:00J. CordeliaA little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.J. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.comBlogger139125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-77737818930852635182010-08-17T00:12:00.000-07:002010-08-17T00:12:15.541-07:00And When I'm Gone Just Carry OnHey guys! So, I've clearly been neglecting this blog. Whoops.<br />
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But it was nice to see people haven't forgotten about me. <a href="http://the-wolfs-den-147.blogspot.com/">Vicki</a> even gave me my very first blog award. Thanks, Vicki!!<br />
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There it is in all its glory :)<br />
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So I guess this is how it goes from here:<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">1. Thank and link back to the person who gave you this award.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">2. Share 7 things about yourself.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">3. Pass the award along to 15 bloggers who you have recently discovered and who you think are fantastic for whatever reason! (In no particular order...)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">4. Contact the bloggers you've picked and let them know about the award.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">So, I already thanked Vicki up above.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">7 things (gosh, I feel like Miley Cyrus) about myself:</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"> 1. I like to make really inappropriate jokes.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">2. I can be really fickle.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">3. I'm prone to mood swings.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">4. I would love to work with Dan Schneider.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">5. Sugar Babies and Haribo Gummi Bears are my favorite candies.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">6. I talk to myself... a lot.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">7. I like to put on my headphones when I'm walking down the street and pretend I'm in a movie montage.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">So, that's me and my weird self.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">I would pass this on to 15 bloggers, but most of my blogging friends have stopped blogging here. I don't feel like finding them in other places. But I have about 15 blogs I follow, so if you're reading this, you get one (especially you, Don, because you're awesome).</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Well, I've basically just been off enjoying summer. Working, reading, writing, visiting friends and family, enjoying the sunshine, etc. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">I hope things are well with you all, and thanks again, Vicki.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Title Song: 'When I'm Gone' - Eminem</span></span>J. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-23812140665881841862010-07-09T02:21:00.000-07:002010-11-19T17:40:27.359-08:00You Were On My Mind At Least Nine-Tenths of YesterdayOh, hey! It's been so long. <i>Too long</i>!<br />
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The first couple of weeks I didn't update, it was out of a complete lack of a life to update on. These last two weeks I've just been pretty busy and suuuuper tired.<br />
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I still don't have much to update on.<br />
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I'm working at a summer camp. I'm there from 9ish-4:30. It goes by quickly, but by the end of the day I'm so drained. After my first day, I came home and couldn't even stay awake. I was asleep by 6:30. I woke up sometime later, ate a quick dinner, then went right back to sleep.<br />
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The first week, it was so difficult to come home and stay awake long enough to go to bed at a decent hour. But I'm back to my old self (writing this entry at 2AM ought to prove that, haha). Though, I only work Monday-Thursday, so I'm only up this late because I can sleep in tomorrow. I'm usually in bed by 11 to watch <i>Chelsea Lately</i>, then I doze off.<br />
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Nothing much has been going on with me. It's really just been work and sleep; that's all I've got the energy for (and not so much for the former).<br />
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This is such a boring post.Whoops. I'm sorry.<br />
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Nah, I kid. You love me.<br />
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Alright. This was a whole lot of nothing, but I just wanted to show my Blogger peeps some love.<br />
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Keep it real, Aces.<br />
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Title Song: 'My Rollercoaster' - Kimya DawsonJ. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-37632328491642533362010-06-10T15:26:00.000-07:002010-06-10T15:26:25.612-07:00Side NoteI kind of miss doing my themed blogs. I might have to start that up again.J. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-33299164644377098872010-06-07T03:29:00.000-07:002010-06-07T03:32:20.048-07:00Where Are We?<i>What the hell is going on?</i><br />
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I just have some some things I want to put out there:<br />
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-- I don't appreciate it when a guy hits on me, in a loud manner, while attending my<i> </i>family's function as a guest.<br />
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<ul><li>Please, do not "holla" at me while I'm standing next to my grandmother, and again when I'm with my two 10-year-old cousins. </li>
<li>Also, I was just a bit peeved when you asked for my number in my Aunt's kitchen as I was trying to enjoy a meal. No, you can't <i>call me sometime</i>.</li>
</ul><div>-- Stop sending me mass text updates about your personal life.</div><div><ul><li>I've said it before, I <i>hate</i> them. </li>
<li>They should only be used when inviting people to an informal party. </li>
<li>They're impersonal, annoying and almost always a waste of the 3 seconds it takes to read. </li>
<li>I did the math and I spend around 1 hour, 5 minutes per year reading unwanted updates about the most mundane moments of your life. </li>
<li>If you want multiple people to know that you're watching Gilmore Girls and eating Teddy Grahams: <b>GET A TWITTER ACCOUNT</b>.<i> </i>That's <i>exactly</i> what Twitter is for. It takes like 5 mins to sign up. Please, do it. I'll even follow you. Pinky promise.</li>
<li>If you won't do that, please tell me how to be taken off your to text list.</li>
</ul><div>-- Has <i>everyone</i> forgotten how to chew with their mouths closed?</div></div><div><ul><li>Seriously, WTF? </li>
<li>Also, could you not crunch in my ear? Por favor y gracias.</li>
</ul><div>-- Can we [women] stop being so dependent on having an other?</div></div><div><ul><li>If you're in a relationship: Great, now can you talk about something else, please?</li>
<li>If you're in a relationship and still maintain your independence: Kudos.</li>
<li>If you've recently ended a relationship: It's not the end of the fucking world.</li>
<li>If you're single and looking: Stop I'm-going-to-be-alone-forever-ing when it doesn't happen right away.</li>
<li>If you're single and not looking: Good. Do "You" for a while.</li>
<li>No matter what your situation: Can we all just agree to learn how to be okay alone? That way, when we get into a relationship, we still know how to act, and when a relationship doesn't work out, we don't become blubbering, desperate and reckless.</li>
</ul><div>-- Please stop telling me that I <i>have</i> to do something.</div></div><div><ul><li>By all means, suggest your favorite things to me, I welcome it. I'll check it out when I'm good and ready to do so, or maybe I never will. Either way, it's my choice.</li>
<li>97% of the time, you telling me that I <i>have</i> to do something will guarantee that I won't do it, just out of spite.</li>
</ul><div>Well, do what you want with that information.</div></div><div><br />
</div><div>Later gators.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Title Song: 'Hide & Seek' - Imogen Heap</div>J. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-34172144518978868262010-05-17T12:42:00.000-07:002010-05-17T19:03:28.448-07:00I'll Head Straight For the StarsHello, kids.<br />
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First: The Celtics are in the finals. They won game 1 in the series with Orlando. Super exciting!<br />
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Anyhoo, not a whole lot has changed. I'm still in love with Twitter and Tumblr. I still adore Sandra Bullock. I'm still me.<br />
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My stage play is coming along. I'm nearly finished :)<br />
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I'm halfway through the iCarly spec script I'm writing. Hopefully I'll get it done this year. Last year I was a bit of a slacker. But, I have a better idea this year, so I guess it's good I slacked off a bit :)<br />
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I haven't started writing it yet, but I have an outline for the TV pilot competition I want to enter.<br />
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I'm in Oregon, and I'll be here for another two weeks. I've been having a great time. Steven's birthday party was UH-MAY-ZING! I wish you could have been there, Zaida (and I'm sure you do, too). Seeing people I haven't seen since last year has been fun as well.<br />
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That's basically it.<br />
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Oh, but I did want to say thanks to all of the congrats on getting <i>something </i>done for Script Frenzy. The script is still sitting there, but hopefully I'll do something with it later.<br />
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And a specific thanks to <a href="http://minusthebars.blogspot.com/">Don</a> for his comment, it made me smile. Thanks. If you guys get the chance, you should definitely check out his blog. It's great--definitely one of my favorites (and I'm not being paid to say any of this).<br />
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I'll try to write again soon (and something more interesting [in theory] to read), but until then keep up with my chatter on <a href="http://www.twitter.com/jcordelia">Twitter</a> and <a href="http://www.jcordelia.tumblr.com/">Tumblr</a>.<br />
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Shine on, my Aces.<br />
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Title Song: 'Float Away' - Lindsey RayJ. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-41975516127402687082010-04-30T02:44:00.000-07:002010-04-30T02:44:48.968-07:00I'm so amazing... And if I ever get off this couch, I'll be unstoppable!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">'Ello mates. What's good with you all? It's been a couple of weeks since I last wrote. I know. You all have missed my ramblings terribly, right? Of course (and if you haven't, let just pretend, mmkay?). </span><br />
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Boy, has something changed my life in a <i>big</i> way. However, to tell you about it would require a lot of writing, so I'll probably just put it in my memoirs--which I plan to pen in the near future--and you can all read it later. I'm mostly kidding. I really just don't feel like typing it all out (but I do plan to write some kind of memoir).<br />
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Anyway, stuff from the past couple of weeks:<br />
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I didn't make it to 100 pages for my Script Frenzy script. Did anyone actually think I'd do it? Why, thank you, lone man raising a hand in the back of the room, I appreciate your vote of confidence. But who are we kidding? I spend way too much time watching <i>Chelsea Lately</i> and learning Det. Benson's monologues from <i>SVU</i> reruns to actually get anything done. I did get to about 70 pages, so I'd like to think there's a good chance I'll finish the script eventually since I'm over halfway there.<br />
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The Celtics are in the second round of the playoffs! I know not many of you are basketball fans, but I'm SUPER excited about it.<br />
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Have any of you had a Pepperidge Farm cookie called a <a href="http://www.ilovetimtamcookies.com/">TimTam</a>? They're Australian (are you surprised? Great things come from Australia [not that I can name many things beyond their accents and these cookies]) and they're absolutely delicious. I just recently learned that they're not available during the summer. That's as dumb as the Girl Scout Cookie selling season (<a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/144704/saturday-night-live-update-john-mulaney">John Mulaney would agree</a>). You guys should try some before they are taken off the grid like like a suspected terrorist.<br />
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In other disappearance news: I positively adore Sandra Bullock. She disappeared like Jimmy Hoffa (too soon?) only to come back with divorce papers and cute little baby named Louis! I couldn't be happier for her; you'd think she was my best friend. And a heap of props to her for adopting a kid from the U.S.<br />
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I don't know if I've ever actually proclaimed my love for Twitter, so I want to do that now. <b><u>I LOVE TWITTER!</u></b> It's so great. Especially, <i>especially</i>, when you get lucky enough to have short conversations with celebs you follow.<br />
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I also love <a href="http://www.jcordelia.tumblr.com/">Tumblr</a>. But for different reasons.<br />
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In the next few weeks I have quite a bit to look forward to.<br />
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Some of those things:<br />
-I'm going to try to write a stage play... again.<br />
-I'm going to write a TV pilot for a competition.<br />
-I'm going to write a spec script for a different competition.<br />
-I'M GOING TO GO TO OREGON!!!!<br />
-I'm going to buy Steven his first legal drink.<br />
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Going. Going. Going.<br />
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Well, I'm <i>going</i> to go do something else because I'm tired of talking to you losers (only kidding, course).<br />
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Next time, Gadget. Next time.<br />
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Title Quote: 'Roseanne Conner' - <i>Roseanne</i>J. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-39688600065942410052010-04-15T01:58:00.000-07:002010-06-10T18:20:00.190-07:00Where You Been, Girl?I've been:<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">Lurking around the Internet. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Reading all of your blog posts. </div><br />
Neglecting my own blogs.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Applying for jobs.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: right;">Interviewing with AmeriCorps.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Working on my (untitled) </div><div style="text-align: center;">Script Frenzy screenplay.</div><br />
Watching <i>Chelsea Lately</i>, <i>SVU</i>, <i>Modern Family</i>,<br />
<i>Mercy</i>, <i>Lost</i>, <i>Parenthood </i>& <i>Glee</i>.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Thinking about starting an </div><div style="text-align: center;">advice vlog (thoughts?).</div><br />
<div style="text-align: right;">Wondering about Sandra Bullock </div><div style="text-align: right;">(yes, really).</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Playing with my <a href="http://media.boygeniusreport.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/Picture-9.png">new phone</a>.</div><br />
Meeting other writers in Tacoma.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Thinking about California.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: right;">Hanging with family.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Searching for family.</div><br />
Finishing up <i>Harry Potter </i><br />
<i>and the Deathly Hallows</i> (finally).<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Wondering why <a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/moviestvmusic/news/heidi-montag-is-writing-a-bourne-meets-barbie-action-flick-2010124">Heidi Montag</a> might get a </div><div style="text-align: center;">screenplay produced before I do.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: right;">Thinking about Linfield.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Hearing Linfield gossip.</div><br />
Feeling happy that<br />
I'm not at Linfield.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Missing friends.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: right;">Shaking my head.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: auto;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Loving how karma works.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Having vivid dreams.</div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;">Having family game nights.</div></div>J. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-38529778203896905242010-03-26T18:36:00.000-07:002010-03-26T18:36:04.620-07:00So Much Time, So Little to Do<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Strike that. Reverse it.</i><br />
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</i></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Actually, <i>this</i> is what I'm doing all month:<br />
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There is still time left to get in on the fun!</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Think about it.<br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(click the picture to go to the Script Frenzy site.)<br />
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</div>Title Quote: <i>Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory </i>(did you expect a quote from anywhere else?)J. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-3862767155386362262010-03-24T02:28:00.000-07:002010-11-19T18:11:32.641-08:00Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang = Great Great Time TimeHola!<br />
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Sure has been a while. Wouldn't you agree? I haven't felt very much like blogging.<br />
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Right now I'm watching some old school Looney Tunes. I mean, Bugs Bunny and Yosemite Sam digging for gold, old school.<br />
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I'm still riding high after my night in Seattle last weekend. I got dressed up for the first time since Jan-Term, or thereabout.<br />
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My friend and I drove up to Seattle. Ate dinner and had drinks at The Cheesecake Factory. Stood in a line outside of the Paramout (the line literally went around the block). My friend, however, made friends with some random lady, so we were only at the end of the first block.<br />
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Luckily, Seattle stepped it's game up and it was a beautiful night. Warm-no rain-clear skies kind of beautiful.<br />
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After the long wait in line, we got inside of the theatre, sat in our balcony seats and the fun began.<br />
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<a href="http://www.borderlineamazingcomedy.com/profile/GuyBranum">Guy Branum</a> opened the show. He had a lot to say about the PNW. My favorite reference to WA had to be, "Maria Cantwell looks like a cunt, but I'd fuck her." I was impressed with his knowledge of WA's senators. He was an awesome opening act.<br />
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Then, there was a video montage of Chelsea in different sketches from her show, set to the tune of David Guetta's tasteful song, <i>Sexy Bitch</i>.<br />
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Finally, Chelsea came on stage. She started by saying, "Is everyone here as wasted as I am?" And, let me tell you, she was waaaaaaaasted.<br />
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Needless to say, it was an amazing show.<br />
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Afterwards, we stood in line to get our books signed. The show started an hour late because she stayed after her first show and signed every single book that was handed to her. Some people in line were mad, but I'm happy that she did that, it's admirable; I didn't care that our show started late.<br />
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Our show was over around 1:30AM and, again, she stayed and signed every book handed to her.<br />
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All this with a cup of Belvedere by her side.<br />
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It was fun watching her interact with all of her fans, she seems like a pretty awesome person. I already thought that, but seeing her interact with fans in person reassured me.<br />
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(Aren't we all secretly scared that our favorite celebrities are huge dicks?)<br />
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Her brother, Roy, was there with her (I only know it was her brother from seeing him on her show a couple of times). It must be crazy/cool/surreal to watch a sibling signing autographs for hundreds of people, performing for thousands every weekend and having 3 books (simultaneously) on the NYT Bestsellers List.<br />
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If ever I were to tour the country, I would also take my family with me.<br />
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Seeing her was inspiring (that sounds corny, but I like to speak the truth); it kind of re-lit something in me. I couldn't sleep for hours after we got back from the show. All I could focus on was how to start turning my dreams into reality.<br />
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I think I've figured some of it out.<br />
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Overall, it was a great, great night. One of the best I've had in a long time.<br />
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Seeing Chelsea was the main reason it was so great. But, it was just fantastic to go out with a friend, eat dinner, have a few drinks, laugh, reminisce (we've been friends since elem. school), and feel inspired all in one night.<br />
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I've decided that Seattle is the popular, glamorous sister of the tomboyish, brooding Tacoma. My friend and I have decided to make going to Seattle a monthly thing.<br />
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This wasn't the post I had in mind to write, but it is what it is.J. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-82441372655087252472010-03-13T04:32:00.000-08:002010-03-13T04:39:23.263-08:00It's the Little ThingsIt's 3:15AM and here I am starting a post. I couldn't help it. I was compelled to write. I was listening to music at random on iTunes when a Tyrone Wells song came on. <i>Happy As the Sun</i> came on, to be exact.<br />
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It was the strangest thing, really.<br />
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We all know the power that music has. That power to take us back to a specific moment. Just like a scent can make you feel like you're standing in your grandma's kitchen on Christmas, instead of a bakery on a Tuesday in July.<br />
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Songs make you remember things that you might otherwise forget.<br />
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I remember, with fondness, having my first dance with a boy at a middle school dance. I danced to <i>My Heart Will Go On</i> with a boy I had a crush on, named Dylan. And much like Celine's heart, the song went on and on; and the awkward dance droned on along with it. If I could go back, I'd tell my 6th grade self to make up an excuse (<i>Would you excuse me? I cut my foot before and my shoe is filling up with blood.</i>) and tell him that I'd cash in a rain check for the next slow song.<br />
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I remember the song that the pep band played as we went to halftime during the game when I made 6 3-pointers in the first half. As we ran off the court, to the locker room, the band played <i>Hey! Baby</i> and the crowd sang along. That was the night I earned the nickname <i>Tres</i>. I hear that song and I get butterflies in my stomach as if I'm still 17, wearing blue and gold and calling myself a "Lady Tiger". I can almost hear my coach yelling, "Motion!"<br />
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Anyway.<br />
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Tonight, as I was saying, <i>Happy As the Sun</i> started playing and I thought about my friend, Kelly (who introduced me to Tyrone Wells' music), and the few times we saw him play at Linfield. After that song started playing, I decided I only wanted to listen to Mr. Wells at the moment, so I typed his name in the search and watched as all songs, but his, disappeared.<br />
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The next song, which is the song that made me want to write, was <i>Sea Breeze</i>. The first measures of music began to play and, had I closed my eyes, I could have sworn I was back in my sophomore year at Linfield.<br />
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It really is wonderfully stunning how a song can take you back to a place you haven't been in years.<br />
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As I listened, there I was back in Larsell 106, lying on my bed with a desk lamp on, staring aimlessly at my shadowed ceiling.<br />
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I'd like to say that this song took me back to a brilliant time, but at that moment in room 106, I was unhappy.<br />
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The interesting part of it all, is that as the memory flooded back, so did the emotions and my physical reactions to them. I specifically remember feeling like I was carrying weights at all times and was constantly struggling to be happy. It was the beginning of a particularly rough couple of years for me.<br />
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I won't go into it. But I could <i>feel</i> all of that.<br />
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I just thought it was amazing the way the song did that.<br />
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And though it wasn't a brilliant moment in my life during the time I was living it, it was completely impressive how the song made me look back at the moment with the same fondness as my first dance.<br />
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I wish I could effectively explain the difference between that moment and this one. The only way I can think to explain it is to say that:<br />
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Everything then was so heavy, whereas things now are light and radiant. Then: every little thing felt more like a wrecking ball of discourage. Now: it's the little things, good and bad, that fill me with motivation, excitement and wonder.<br />
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For this, I am grateful.<br />
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Until next time,<br />
Find: Love. Grace. Music. Little things.J. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-44331092821991765982010-03-07T02:07:00.000-08:002010-11-19T17:58:29.917-08:00No One Uses the Word 'Strife' AnymoreSo, I think I've figured this all out. Though, I'm not sure any one of you has read my last few posts, so this may just be me talking to myself about my blog shuffling as of late (this goes back to the topic of "if there are no comments, it's hard not to assume the post hasn't been read").<br />
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Anyway, here are the statuses of my (as of now) three blogs:<br />
<ul><li>Strictly For Suckers: Defunct</li>
<li>This blog: Using it for general life updates</li>
</ul>So, we have that. Now, we have this:<br />
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An update on that aforementioned static life:<br />
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Well, there's not much to report (shocker?), life feels much like a waiting game at the moment--most of the waiting is for my damn phone to ring, or for a few certain somebodies to bless my inbox.<br />
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The waiting game isn't the worst situation to be in. I know it won't be like this all the time (I'm determined that it won't be).<br />
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Things of Note:<br />
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<ul><li>I recently pre-ordered Chelsea Handler's new book: <i>Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang </i>and I'm <b>super</b> excited about it.</li>
<li>I'm going to Seattle for a casting call for a new ABC Family series (based on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Huge-Sasha-Paley/dp/1416957952/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1267954191&sr=1-3">this book</a>).</li>
<li>I'm going to Portland next-next weekend to celebrate my mom's birthday!</li>
<li>I'm currently 30 pages into a new screenplay that I'm really enjoying to write.</li>
<li>I <i>still</i> don't have a job.</li>
<li>I'm <i>still</i> sleeping on the couch (thanks to, what I now call, <i>The Great Futon Hoax of 2010</i>).</li>
</ul>Aaaaaaaand....<br />
<ul><li>I'm rocking longer locks:</li>
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Hope all is well with you.<br />
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Title Song: 'Lost in Your Own Life' - Alexa VegaJ. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-15724475474328253782010-03-01T21:52:00.000-08:002010-03-01T21:56:40.359-08:00I'm the Next Big Thing<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I'm posting this here, too, in case some of you didn't see it on the my <a href="http://strictlyforsuckers.blogspot.com/">other blog</a>.<br />
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If you have Twitter, you can follow all of the comedians of <i>Chelsea Lately </i><a href="https://twitter.com/#/list/jcordelia/chelsealately">HERE</a>. It's a Twitter List I made so I could see all of their tweets at once.<br />
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Now, the post:</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Brad Wollack, one of the comedians that works on <i>Chelsea Lately</i>, was doing a live stream on <a href="http://www.ustream.tv/">USTREAM</a>. I decided to check it out because he's a funny guy and I wanted to see what he was going to be talking about. I was surprised when I got there because he was filming from the <i>Chelsea Lately </i>"Media Lounge" and almost all of the comedians that work on the show, including Chelsea Handler, were hanging around.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Anyway, while he was streaming, I was able to send IMs that he was able to see. So, I decided to ask for a shout out. I figured, "What the hell, it can't hurt." Well, ask and you shall receive.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">If you don't care for the show, or if you do care for the show and not for the backstage chatter, skip ahead to the 4:57 mark to hear Brad Wollack and Jen Kirkman mention me! I was pretty much ecstatic, haha.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Title Song: 'Beverly Hills' - Weezer</div>J. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-56753903377553484172010-02-25T18:50:00.000-08:002010-02-25T18:50:28.889-08:00I'm Movin' OnI've been doing a lot of reading of blogs as of late, and as I've been reading, I've noticed a lot of them were blogs hosted on <a href="http://tumblr.com/">tumblr.com</a>. I did some investigating of Tumblr and have decided I like it a lot better than Blogger.<br />
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Blogger is cool, but it's very, very basic, and sometimes when I look at my blog it all seems so cluttered. Tumblr is more organized looking, it has more templates (and allows you make your own), you can update from Twitter and it can automatically update Twitter when you post something. You can even call a number and leave a voice recording as a post, how cool is that?<br />
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Main point of this post is, once I figure out how to import this blog to Tumblr, I'll be switching blog hosts. There's a way to do it, it has to do with RSS feeds and all that technical mumbo-jumbo, so I just have to take the time to read the directions.<br />
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Title Song: 'Movin' On' - MyaJ. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-46554940852558456962010-02-22T18:19:00.000-08:002010-02-24T05:06:58.297-08:00Tell Me, Tell Me Whatcha SaidHappy Monday, Children. So, I've decided to do something a little different. I've been thinking about it for a while, and finally I figured, <i>why not? </i><br />
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With that, I want to tell you all that I've decided to start another blog. Instead of being a blog about my day-to-day, it's about my opinions of the nonsensical things in this world. A (hopefully) amusing take on the hot messes of the world.<br />
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The blog is officially titled: <i><a href="http://www.strictlyforsuckers.blogspot.com/">Strictly For Suckers: Just a Little Nonsense</a></i>.<br />
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I'll post multiple times throughout the day, so you can check randomly when you're bored, or you can check it at the end of the day before you hit the sheets. They're all short posts, so they'll be quick and easy to read.<br />
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Of course, I'll still be posting on this blog, but I thought it'd be fun to do something else as well. I'll be posting there when I'm not out looking for a job...<br />
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The first posts on <i>Strictly For Suckers</i> will be up shortly. It is 6:10PM (PST) at the moment, so if you're reading this after 6:45PM, I'm sure there's already some posts up, so go check it out.<br />
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Also, look out for a really awesome video that has to do with me and my favorite late night show: <i><b>Chelsea Lately</b></i>!<br />
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Talk to you all soon.<br />
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Title Song: 'Whatcha Say?' - Jason DeruloJ. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-4679495873640412002010-02-18T23:14:00.000-08:002010-02-18T23:15:17.062-08:00Sew Me a Sail to Catch Me the Wind<a href="http://littleashgirl.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/where_the_sidewalk_ends1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://littleashgirl.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/where_the_sidewalk_ends1.jpg" width="245" /></a>Remember reading Shel Silverstein poetry in elementary school? I used to love reading <i>Where the Sidewalk Ends</i>, it was probably one of my favorite books to reread on a regular basis. I thought we had that book in my house somewhere, but I can't seem to find it. We do have <i>Falling Up</i>, however, which is also a great collection of poems.<br />
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Some of my favorite poems from <i>Falling Up</i>:<br />
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<b>ALPHABALANCE</b><br />
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Balancing my ABCs<br />
Takes from noon to half past three.<br />
I don't have time to grab a T<br />
Or even stop to take a P.<br />
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<b>THE MONKEY</b><br />
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1 little monkey<br />
was goin' 2 the store<br />
When he saw a banana 3<br />
He'd never climbed be4.<br />
By 5 o'clock that evenin'<br />
He was 6 with a stomach ache<br />
'Cause 7 green bananas<br />
Was what that monkey 8.<br />
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By 9 o'clock that evenin'<br />
That monkey was quite ill,<br />
So 10 we called the doctor<br />
Who was 11 on the hill.<br />
The doctor said, "You're almost dead.<br />
Don't eat green bananas no more."<br />
The sick little monkey groaned and said,<br />
"But <i>that's</i> what I 1-2 the 3-4."<br />
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<b>FURNITURE BASH</b><br />
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The hand of the clock<br />
Pinched the foot of the bed,<br />
So the foot of the bed<br />
Kicked the seat of the chair,<br />
So the seat of the chair<br />
Sat on the head of the table,<br />
So the head of the table<br />
Bit the leg of the desk,<br />
So the leg of the desk<br />
Bumped the arm of the couch,<br />
So the arm of the couch<br />
Slapped the face of the clock.<br />
And they pinched and they punched<br />
And they banged and they knocked,<br />
And they ripped and they flipped,<br />
And they rolled and they rocked,<br />
And the poor dresser drawer<br />
Got a couple of socks.<br />
There was sawdust and springs<br />
When I turned on the light<br />
After that horrible furniture fight.<br />
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And that's the truth, no lie--no joke.<br />
That's how your furniture<br />
All got broke.<br />
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Now, this last poem is from <i>Where the Sidewalk Ends</i> and is one of the first non-nursery rhyme poems I had ever memorized.<br />
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<b>SARAH CYNTHIA SYLVIA STOUT WOULD NOT TAKE THE GARBAGE OUT</b><br />
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Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout<br />
Would not take the garbage out!<br />
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,<br />
Candy the yams and spice the hams,<br />
And though her daddy would scream and shout,<br />
She simply would not take the garbage out.<br />
And so it piled up to the ceilings:<br />
Coffee grounds, potato peelings,<br />
Brown bananas, rotten peas,<br />
Chunks of sour cottage cheese.<br />
It filled the can, it covered the floor,<br />
It cracked the window and blocked the door<br />
With bacon rinds and chicken bones,<br />
Drippy ends of ice cream cones,<br />
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,<br />
Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,<br />
Pizza crusts and withered greens,<br />
Soggy beans and tangerines,<br />
Crusts of black burned buttered toast,<br />
Gristly bits of beefy roasts...<br />
The garbage rolled on down the hall,<br />
It raised the roof, it broke the wall...<br />
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,<br />
Globs of gooey bubble gum,<br />
Cellophane from green baloney,<br />
Rubbery blubbery macaroni,<br />
Peanut butter, caked and dry,<br />
Curdled milk and crusts of pie,<br />
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,<br />
Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,<br />
Cold French fries and rancid meat,<br />
Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.<br />
At last the garbage reach so high<br />
That it finally touched the sky.<br />
And all the neighbors moved away,<br />
And none of her friends would come to play.<br />
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,<br />
"OK, I'll take the garbage out!"<br />
But then, of course, it was too late...<br />
The garbage reached across the state,<br />
From New York to the Golden Gate.<br />
And there, in the garbage she did hate,<br />
Poor Sarah met an awful fate,<br />
That I cannot now relate<br />
Because the hour is much too late.<br />
But children, remember Sarah Stout<br />
And always take the garbage out!<br />
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So, there's that. Hope all is well with you guys.<br />
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Title Quote: 'Needles and Pins' - Shel SilversteinJ. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-88796807409860357302010-02-11T23:16:00.000-08:002010-02-15T20:47:28.111-08:00I Just Need a Compass and a Willing AccompliceI was going to post this on Monday, but I decided to put up the post about the <a href="http://jcordelia.blogspot.com/2010/02/vote-joy.html">Joyful Heart Foundation</a> instead. So here it is:<br />
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P!nk is most definitely one of my favorite artists. I can't get enough of her music. I have all of her albums. Up until <i>Funhouse </i>came out, her first album,<i> Can't Take Me Home</i>, was my favorite of her albums. But <i>Funhouse</i> has so many great songs and has taken the place of #1 in my ranking of her albums.<br />
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Seriously, friends. I've loved all of her singles from the <i>Funhouse</i> album. However, my two favorite tracks are:<br />
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<i>Crystal Ball </i>(<i>Funhouse Tour</i>):<br />
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<i>Glitter in the Air </i>(<i>Funhouse Tour</i>):<br />
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Bohemian Rhapsody (<i>Funhouse </i>Tour):<br />
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Three great performances. Three great songs. The last song isn't on her album. Must just be something she does for her concert. Anyhoo, I can't get enough of this album (especially <i>Crystal Ball</i>), it's really the only thing I've listened to (with the exception of <i>Tik Tok</i>, <i>Whatcha Say</i>, <i>I Gotta Feeling </i>& <i>Replay</i>) for the past two or so weeks.<br />
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Well, I hope you all enjoyed. Later gators.<br />
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Title Song: 'Crystal Ball' - P!nkJ. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-39439500334649270752010-02-08T12:34:00.000-08:002010-02-09T02:14:52.572-08:00Vote Joy<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Hello Friends,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I want to take a moment to ask you guys to vote for a great cause. Pepsi, through their <i>Pepsi Refresh Project</i>, gives away $1,300,000 each month to fund different ideas. This month, the <a href="http://www.joyfulheartfoundation.org/">Joyful Heart Foundation</a> is in the running to win a $250,000 grant.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The Joyful Heart Foundation was founded by Mariska Hargitay, who plays Det. Olivia Benson on <i>Law & Order: SVU.</i> Because of the subject matter of the show, and the outpouring of personal stories she receives from viewers, she was compelled to start this organization to help survivors of sexual abuse, domestic violence and child abuse.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I think anyone who has ever called or text me to ask what I was doing, knows that I'll often respond, "Watching <i>SVU</i>." I absolutely lovelovelove the show. However, I don't want any of you to think that my love of the show is the reason why I'm asking you to vote for this organization. I would like you to vote for it because the Joyful Heart Foundation is doing wonderful and selfless things for numerous men and women. <i>I'm</i> voting for it because it is a cause I care deeply about and one that needs, and deserves, as much awareness as possible.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><u>What You Do:</u></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When you go to the site, you click 'Vote for this idea'. A window will pop up and from there, you can log in through your Facebook account with just a click of a button. After you connect to Facebook, the page will refresh and you'll need to click the 'Vote' button one more time to actually cast a vote. You can also access the site through a Facebook application.<br />
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It's really very simple; you don't have to sign up for anything. You get 10 votes per day and you can vote everyday (only one vote per organization, per day, however). I encourage you to take some time to read up on this cause, and the other causes that are in the running for grants, and make an informed decision, as you should with any vote.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The voting is open until February 28th, so please do your best to remember to vote everyday until then. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.refresheverything.com/votejoy">Click to Vote Joy</a>.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.refresheverything.com/">Click to see the other organizations</a>.<br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/refresheverything?v=app_7146470109#!/refresheverything?v=app_4949752878">Facebook Application</a>.</div><br />
Feel free to leave a comment simply to say that you voted, or to mention other causes in the running that you want to bring attention to.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">My sincerest thanks,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Jamika<br />
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</div>J. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-83606014025803152022010-02-05T14:43:00.000-08:002010-02-05T14:46:32.481-08:00It's a Secret No One KnowsHey everyone! Sorry I've been MIA for the majority of the week and haven't been able to comment on your posts, or respond to your comments. I've been busy trying to get a complete draft of a script done that, hopefully, will be filmed by a local filmmaker and entered into the Tacoma Film Festival. I'll write more about that later.<br />
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Anyhoo, I wanted to post a link to an article that ties in with <a href="http://jcordelia.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-may-say-that-im-dreamer.html">my last post</a>.<br />
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It's from MSNBC. It's about Blacks in film. They talk mainly about Denzel Washington, Will Smith and Tyler Perry. However, they mention Halle Berry for a sentence or two. Anyway, it was a nice read, so <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/35146945/ns/entertainment-movies/">check it out</a> when you have the time.<br />
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Shine on, my friends.<br />
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Title Song: 'Mmmbop' - HansonJ. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-22495295715576390742010-02-03T03:13:00.000-08:002010-02-03T03:17:50.019-08:00You May Say That I'm a Dreamer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>But I'm not the only one</i>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, here we have the cover of a new issue of <i>Vanity Fair</i> (and, just to cover my bases, the photo was snapped by Annie Leibovitz). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A few of the girls I don't really know of, some of them I like a lot and some of them I don't mind. They're all decent in their own right (rite?). I just want to make it clear, before I get into the true topic of my post, that I don't have any strong dislike for any of the actress in that photo. I even enjoy Kristen Stewart (as long as it's not in <i>Twilight</i>). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">On with it then?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm sure if you look at the picture for a moment, you'll be able to guess what's on my mind. Here's a different shot:</span><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well, if you don't know what I'm thinking (well, that's good because I'd be jealous of your mind reading skills), I'll just tell you what my issue is with these photos:</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>There's absolutely no diversity.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Does that mean that the people of <i>Vanity Fair</i> are racists? No.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Does that mean there are no talented, young actresses of color? Absolutely not.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What it does mean, however, is that there aren't enough diverse roles being written to include women of color. But also, that when it comes to casting, people are still a bit closed-minded when it comes to what a Hollywood "Leading Lady" should look like.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There have been 8<b> </b>Black women (1 winner - Halle Berry), 2 Hispanic women (o winners) and 1 Asian woman (0 winners), nominated for Best Actress in a Leading Role for the Academy Awards. The only list less diverse than that is the list of Presidents of the U.S.; and as far as winning goes, they're pretty much the same. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Keep in mind, I'm only talking about women of color in leading roles. There are a few more who have gotten supporting nominations, and quite a bit more on the men's side, but considerably less than White nominees and winners.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I think what bugs me the most about it is: Seeing the same type of women in leading roles discourages me.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm a pretty confident person. I know where my strengths lie. I also know that if I'm not particularly strong in some area, I can work hard at it to improve. However, I simply cannot do anything about the fact that I am a Black woman (not that I'd want to).</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There were times when I had gone in for an audition and, more often than not, I had the thought, <i>There's no part in this play for me.</i> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Talent-wise, when it came to certain roles, I thought I matched a lot of my fellow auditionees. But some of them just had the "look" I knew the director would be looking for. i.e. The long-haired, skinny, fair-skinned woman.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I don't mind being the sidekick (it's usually more fun), but there were times when I saw someone who was more fitting for a role in the talent department, but went overlooked because they didn't have the ideal look.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's not the director's fault all the time. Sometimes it's the writer's fault. They describe their leading lady's looks in depth when they pen the script.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's hard, once the image is there, to get it out of your head. I'm so use to seeing White women in leading roles that when I read a book or script and picture the character, I automatically assume she's White - unless it's otherwise written. Even when I write a script, I usually see White characters rather than someone of color. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">However, in my scripts or stories, I make a point not to describe the characters' features. One of my favorite things when reading is picturing the character myself, I don't want to take that away from anyone. I don't want to write a book that a little Black girl picks it up and sees herself in the character, then gets dismayed because I mention she has long blonde hair and pale skin. I'd much rather write something where any and every girl can be the lead. On the other hand, there are stories where description is necessary, of course.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And it goes every way, I don't want to describe a leading lady of any specific and have a White/Asian/Hispanic/Middle Eastern/Black girl feeling left out.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This was kind of a long, rambling post, but hopefully you all see my point. Mainly, it really just disappoints me to see how un-diverse films are, it always has. Like I said, all of those women are decent, it'd just be nice to see some color speckled in there.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I didn't mean for this post and this month to coincide, it just happened that way.</span><br />
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<blockquote><div style="text-align: left;">I've come to realize: Putting hard work into something, rewards you in the end. In big and unexpected ways.<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For the past year I've been working on a screenplay. Actually, it's a little past a year to the day that I started writing it. And now, a year and some-odd-days later, I have a final draft.</span><br />
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</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It's amazing to see how much it has changed from the first draft. It went from a random idea, to something I am extremely proud of. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I can't imagine it being what it is without all of the support and feedback I got while I was writing it. Classmates, friends, professors. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I've always enjoyed that part of writing: the collaboration. Getting critiques, hearing ideas, getting questioned about things I never thought about. I love it; all of it. I constantly learn from it, constantly become a better writer. And a better person.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I've noticed, when I'm writing, I tend to focus on what people say; how they speak. Writing has made me a better listener. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I've found myself more sympathetic to, and interested in, situations I might not have even wondered about before. I'm finding what makes people tick more and more intriguing. I'm finding that every story can be worthwhile and every quirk is part of someone's history (though, sometimes annoying).</span><br />
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</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I was kind of in denial yesterday as I stood over that hunk-of-junk printer in Renshaw and watched as it (slowly) printed off all 111 pages. Today, I am a bit lost as I have so much time on my hands.</span><br />
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</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">What's a girl to do? I feel like I should go celebrate, have a drink or two (or five), but here I am, broke and sleepy. That's alright, though, I'll just have a low-key celebration. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Tonight, I think I'll pour myself a nice, tall glass of...water, plop down in front of the television, watch some Chelsea Lately and SVU and then go to bed.</span><br />
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</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As for tomorrow? I'll wake up and start thinking about my next writing project. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hope it'll take me on the same exhilarating ride.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>And he said: </i><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>"Take my hand; </i><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Don't you see? </i><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand."</i><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Always,<br />
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</div>J. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-60432499928303231372010-01-25T18:08:00.001-08:002010-01-25T18:20:10.692-08:00Shawty's Like a Melody in My Head That I Can't Keep Out<i>Got me singin' like,</i><br />
<i>"Na na na na" everyday.</i><br />
<i>It's like my iPod's stuck on replay</i>.<br />
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Dear friends,<br />
Here are some videos for your viewing pleasure:<br />
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Some thoughts from the past couple of weeks:<br />
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And who doesn't love outtakes?:<br />
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Yours in blog,<br />
Jamika<br />
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Title Song: 'Replay' - Sean KingstonJ. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-75664709440499648242010-01-15T23:00:00.000-08:002010-01-16T01:20:51.138-08:00It's Stupid, Contagious to Be Broke and FamousHey guys! Sorry I haven't posted all week. But, here I am now (and with a video)! It's a [Non]Fiction Friday vlog. Hopefully you guys enjoy it. I made another video, but it's not uploading at the moment, so I'll post it later.<br />
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Here's the video:<br />
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So...there's that. I know, I'm a dork. Anyone notice the Victoria's Secret bag? I know I probably could have done more to differentiate between characters besides putting on a hat, but I was flying by the seat of my pants.<br />
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I got the idea when I was doing the the [Non]Fiction Friday video. I started off on a tangent about how the blurb on the back cover of the book has the feel of a movie trailer, so I made one. It was a good time. I messed up a lot. I mess up a lot in all of my videos--maybe I should post an "Outtakes" video. <br />
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Hope you all had a great Friday. Talk to you guys soon :)<br />
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Title Song: 'Punk Rock 101' - Bowling For SoupJ. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-14855881853185748992010-01-10T10:01:00.001-08:002021-08-30T17:31:32.050-07:00Do Me a Favor: Call Me 'Jerk' One More Time<i>You're a jerk. <br />
I know.</i><br />
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Here's the other video I was talking about. I wanted you guys to know what I deal with, so I had my brother sit down for a brief interview. <br />
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Obviously, the other to vlogs and this "interview" were done on the same night. Fun fact: I wasn't even dressed, really. I had been in my PJs shortly before I started filming. I put on a decent shirt and a necklace to give the illusion of being presentable. I had on blue sweats and just kind of lucked out that they didn't show in the video. Well, they did once, but that's the magic of editing.<br />
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Anyway, I hope you guys got some kind of kick out of that shit show, and I will talk to y'all later.<br />
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Title Song: 'You're a Jerk' - New BoyzJ. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-35412281518243233652010-01-08T17:07:00.000-08:002010-01-08T17:07:38.884-08:00Just Lots of Good Will, and Maybe One Small Thrill<i><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But there's nothin' dirty goin' on.</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hello and happy, happy Friday, friends. How're things treating you all? I don't have a [Non]Fiction Friday post for you guys, but I do have something else. Remember back in the day when I said I was going to do a video blog? Well... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, yeah. Hopefully those weren't too boring. I tried to keep them kind of short. There's another video I want to upload, but I have to finish editing it. I wanted to get these two up before the weekend since they should have been posted on Wednesday and Thursday. I was going to post them both yesterday, but they took about an hour or two (each) to upload to YouTube. It was super frustrating. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I had a video for [Non]Fiction Friday, but it was late and I was too tired to edit it. So I probably won't post it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well, kids, I hope your Friday is treating you with respect. Mine is going well. I'm getting ready to head over to my aunt's house for a bit, but maybe I'll come back so I can edit that video and post it. I think you guys will get a bit of a kick out of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Title Song: 'A Lil' Ole Bitty Country Place' - </span><i><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas</span></i>J. Cordeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708287351386256157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4306515711193334055.post-68706931350854889222010-01-06T03:33:00.000-08:002010-01-06T15:32:52.887-08:00If I Could Give You the World On a Silver Platter...<i>Would it even matter? You'd still be mad at me.</i><br />
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So, to incorporate my new 'I've come to realize...' bit, I've renamed this day: 'Talk About it Tuesday'. Sorry for those of you who enjoyed 'Text & Twitter Tuesday'...it's gone into an early retirement. But, maybe it'll make a comeback a la Michael Jordan (but it'll be a good comeback. Like when he left to be a crappy baseball player, but then came back to the Bulls in a blaze of glory, managing a second 3-peat. Not the mistake-of-a-comeback when he bought, and then played for, the Wizards and his only stand-out 'achievement' was being the first 40-year-old to score 43 points in a NBA game [sorry for the long tangent]).<br />
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I'm going to be heading back to Mac-Town on Sunday. I love Jan-Term and I think I'll love it more this time, now that I won't have to worry about what grade I'm going to get. I'm so happy I'm done with doing homework. Fuck (excuse my French [and excuse me for blaming the French]) homework. Anyway, I'm also super excited because I'll be able to see the movies Miguel is screening for the scripts class. And the movies, Bree informed me, are: <i>The Hurt Locker, Up in the Air, Precious </i>and <i>The Lovely Bones</i>. I'm <b>beyond</b> ecstatic! All movies I want to see.<br />
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I don't think I ever wrote about my New Year's Eve. It was awesome. I spent it with the kiddies again. I think they had a really good time. I'll have to post some videos later. They're really funny. They're jerking and dancing to <i>Thriller</i>. I love it.<br />
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So I started writing this post on Tuesday, it's now Wednesday. I'm still going to post it as if it were a Tuesday. I got temporarily distracted. Meaning: I got a call from my aunt about a birthday party, and now, 8 hours later I'm back (slightly intoxicated) to finish this post. I'm dedicated. Fo sho. Anyway, I'm supposed to be doing this new 'Talk About it Tuesday' (BTW, Tuesday is a hard word to spell under the influence) so:<br />
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<blockquote>I've come to realize negativity is contagious.<br />
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I've noticed that I have friends who are extremely negative people. I love them a lot, but they constantly put others down, or point out others' shortcomings. I realize that when I'm with them, I fall into it, too. I don't like it. It makes me feel gross and petty afterwards. Tearing others down isn't what I want to be about, not at all. It takes a lot of effort to find reasons to hate on someone. Frankly, if I don't like someone, I don't want to spend time making them the center of my world by talking about them any chance I get, I want to forget them and move on. Spending time hating on someone isn't something I want to do, it's exhausting. I have better things to put my energy into. I'd rather do big things that cause someone else to hate on me; let those fools waste their energy wondering how I did what I did, and then let them sit around hating on the fact that I pulled it off (though, no one should hate on anyone for any reason).<br />
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I also don't like the negativity of judging. I mean, we all judge people to a certain degree. But it bugs me that people judge on things that don't even matter. I have an eclectic taste in a lot of different things: music, movies, art, TV shows, extra-curricular activities, etc. But if there's a certain something I don't like, I don't automatically judge someone who does (I mean, unless it's murder or animal sacrifice or something major, you know?). I might give a friend a hard time, but I don't take me seriously. I'm talking about people who constantly judge. The worst part about it is, they want to turn around and say, "Don't judge me." It's so stupid--you can't be exempt from judgment if all you do is judge (pot, meet kettle). Judge someone on things that will really effect a friendship, not whether or not they like Marilyn Manson.<br />
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Really, I hope you guys get what I mean. Negativity spreads and spreads. If a group of people is in a good mood and one person comes up and starts to spread negativity and hate, it brings everyone down. <b>Don't fall into the negativity trap</b><i>.</i> It's a hard one to come out of.<br />
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Stop judging others on things that don't matter. <i>But, Jamika,</i> you're probably thinking. <i>How can I like someone who likes things that I don't like--someone that is doing the things they want to do instead of living by my expectations?</i> Simple. Just do it. There would be a lot less negativity if we stopped worrying about others. What everyone needs to do, as Katt Williams said, is get in tune with your star player. Your star player = <i>you</i>. Figure out yourself and stop hating on others. The world would be a much better place without the constant hating and negativity from bitter people. Let me get slangy for a minute: If it ain't puttin you in any danger, why you trippin, girl?<br />
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Okay, my rant is over. Hopefully you guys took something from this (ahem) influenced speech. Happy Tuesday (yes, I know it's officially Wednesday, STFU).<br />
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