MODELING PICS

So, as promised, I give to you a sample of the pictures from my first "photo shoot."

It really was an experience.

I can also say that we were NOT planning on having us look identical to Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake, it just sort of, happened.

Let me know what you guys think!

I promise to post more regularly (I know, I know I've said it before but I mean it!).

Lovies!

Modeling

So I did my first real modeling shoot this past weekend.

It was an experience.


<----While the shoot was "high fashion" I was somehow able to escape without getting makeup or having to wear a ridiculous outfit...so that was nice.

I went to the shoot because my girlfriend is an actual model. She is beautiful and knows what she is doing. I am rather odd looking at times and had no clue. It made for laughs.

One photographer asked me how "experienced" I was. I said, "not very." He proceeded to make me feel uncomfortable. I didn't like shooting with him.

I was, however, rescued by a nice older man named Norman, who took a lot of shots of Kaitlyn and I. There is obvi a natural chemistry between the two of us, and I think the shots came out really well. I really enjoyed that.

I also learned that modeling is not that hard, and ESPECIALLY for guy models, you DO NOT have to be attractive. I know this because the other guy there alongside me was terrible looking.

Anywho, I figured I'd let you guys know that modeling adventure. I'll post some pictures when we get them.

Additionally, for those who don't like things to be cheesy or silly, this is MY blog and if you don't like it then DON'T READ IT AND COMMENT ABOUT HOW CORNY IT IS.

I'm not really angry.

I like all of my 5 followers very much.

So for the corny part:

I never thought I would ever fall in love.


I have...


...thanks Kaitlyn June.

GP

So, for the few followers out there that DON'T already know, I am currently in the process of figuring out my life.

I know, I know, everybody, everyday is in the process of figuring out their lives.

However, since this is my blog, I feel entitled to only talk about mine.

Anywho...I decided a while back that I was going to attempt to get into Berklee College of Music in Boston, MA. Well, there are some new developments.

Originally I had thought that I was graduating on time--which still might happen--but it is looking more and more like I may be at the great James Madison University for one more semester.

SO my thoughts changed on Berklee. Actually, I missed the deadline for fall enrollment, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

The new GP (newly found phrase that I have stolen from Kaitlyn, means "game plan") goes as follows:

I am appyling (applied) for Berklee's twelve-week full credit summer program. If I get in it means I will be spending my entire summer in Boston.

The program costs $12,000. BUT I would get credit for a FULL semester which normally costs around $50,000.

Following the program (if I get in) I would go back to JMU for the fall and graduate in December (this would also allow me one more crack at that intramural football championship that I so desperately desire).

THEN if accepted after the summer program, I would fully enroll at Berklee for the spring semester and it would be like I had been there in the fall.

RECAP:

1. Get into Berklee's twelve week summer program and be near the people (two) that I love.

2. Go back to JMU in the fall to get a degree.

3. Go back to Berklee in the spring to get better at guitar/singing/songwriting.

4. Pursue dreams.

There you have it. The most up-to-date GP for the next year of my life...I'll let you know how it pans out.



Oh and the girl a couple of you were wondering about? She's my dream girl...but better... She's real!

Back from the dead!

SHALOM there my one, maybe two, faithful readers!

I'm back!

After my 3 and-a-half month hiatus, I have returned to the world of blogging. Quite bit has gone on in my life since I last wrote to you all so here's a list of the things you missed:

-a sprained MCL
-cowboys first playoff win in 14 years
-a beautiful wedding
-crest white strips
-Jack3d
-three new songs written
-a life-changing decision
-only one haircut
-more loan money spent
-John stopped drinking
-I picked up my electric guitar again
-homemade bruschetta
-other stuff
-I met a girl
...that I'm crazy about


So there you have it. The list of things that have happened to me since I last wrote (I'm sure I'm missing a few things, here and there).

I intend to write more frequently now, seeing as though classes have really kicked in and I therefore am given the opportunity to deal with dickhead professors who annoy me with pointless, random, lame busy work.

For now, however, a newly purchased package of Chips Ahoy! cookies is about to be opened and quickly ravished.

This was just the reminder that I am still alive.

Until then,

Godspeed

d.r.a.m.a.

You know what is worse than being dramatic?

Having people cause drama for you.

Everybody knows somebody like this. I am just so unlucky, in fact, to know MANY people like this.

You know exactly who I am talking about: the guy (or girl) who says they hate drama, but actually love causing it...

just so they can sit back and say, "hey, look how dramatic he is," or "wow! I am soooooo glad I'm not like that."

This frustrates me. Greatly.

I have recently found myself thrust into a very dramatic situation, one that I apparently caused. Now, normally when I cause something, I know about it. In this case, however, I didn't know about it until my front door was greeted by two helpless eggs, that upon contact with my beautiful burnt sienna door proceeded to explode and make my front step smell fucking terrible.

Afterward, I figured it was just probably the football players that my roommate had not allowed into our party since our once proud franchise is now pitiful. (As a side note, he literally told them they couldn't come in since they lost so badly, it was hilarious).

BUT ALAS! It was NOT the football players.

Who it was doesn't matter--they still don't even know that I know--but the point is it was all caused by this phantom person (pretty sure I know who it is) who claims I made a statement I did not make. Seriously, I didn't say what was claimed. Now, however, I must painstakingly go through the process of righting a situation that I never wronged, and absolving myself of something I did not do, all of which is exceedingly frustrating.

I hope you all know that I am not trying to be hypocritical here, I know that I have been dramatic in the past, caused drama myself, and will probably do so in the future. Nor do I plan on using this blog as an outlet to release events in my personal life. I'm just saying it sucks much worse when someone else causes drama for you based on faulty grounds. Sucks a whole lot.

So, beware the friend who says they hate drama! They most likely say that because they love watching others wilt away in it!

Happy Tuesday!

Here is something that I have always struggled with:

how to act when you actually like someone.

Throughout my four years at JMU it has been increasingly and increasingly easier to find people who I am both attracted to and compatible with. HOWEVER, it seems as though these people are never the right ones.

This leads me to believe that, for people like myself, there is always a person out there that you have your "eye" on but are never able to talk, interact, or be with...which, I have found, is ALWAYS the case in my life.

So, my question to both the reader and myself is, how do you fix this apparent problem? Do you act like the sketchy guy at a party or bar who just goes for it? Do you play it cool and act like the person isn't there and that you don't really care about who they are with and what they are doing? Do you tell them exactly how you feel? Do you sit at home after the fact and ask yourself all these questions in your head?

As simple as the answer may seem...it is never that simple. It is different for each person because the fact of the matter is, when you are truly attracted to some person, everything goes out of the window. There is no more "game"or "sweet talking" but rather awkwardness and contemplation as to how, when, or if you are going to communicate with that other person.

This fact sucks...because it's true.

I feel that for most people, when you value something to such a high level, you begin to question every action that you take. Every move, word, sentence, and even inflection that you make is scrutinized inside your own head to the point where you feel like you can't do or say anything that is right, which inhibits you from being...you.

I've found that blogging about personal struggles seems to make them seem less real. Therefore, expect more personalized blog entries to come.

Until then, my advice (which I am unable to heed myself) is to talk to that certain person that always intimidates you, or is "too cool", "too hot", "too popular", or "you don't know enough." You never know what might happen.

Let me know the verdict, seeing as though I can't do any of those things myself.

My first blog post

Here it is.

I finally did it:

Blogging.

I have long wondered when, if, or even should I do this whole "blog" business. Today, sitting down on my couch and watching Real Chance of Love 2: Back in the Saddle, I decided there certainly must be some better way of using a bit of my spare time. Thus, we have "Our Endless Numbered Days," a title blatantly copied from one of--if not my favorite--albums of all time.

I didn't just steal the name because I thought it was cool, or that I would sound really "artistic" (what does that even mean anymore?) if people read the title, but because I think its applicable...and appropriate...and...

artistic.

So begins my cycle of endless numbered days of blogging. I do this without any knowledge of how long or consistently I will post, but seeing as though I am one of the all-time worst communicators with family and friends who I am separated from, this gives me an outlet to correspond with them and give them insight on exactly how much they are not missing out on in regards to my life.

I'm also doing this because I want to re-awaken my ability and love for writing. I virtually don't write anymore, and that is somewhat depressing.

Phew! I thought doing a blog post was going to be a lot harder than it actually was. I think the best part about it is that I'm not going to be graded for my incorrect grammar, and if people think I'm an asshole, they just don't read it. And by the same token, if you find it interesting, you keep up with reading it...that's a cool concept.

So I leave you with this parting gift: If you don't listen to Patty Griffin already, do yourself a favor and check out her album Living with Ghosts. It is one of very few albums where every single song is amazing.

Ciao!