DeMizio's Journal

The best test ever: I'm

The best test ever:

I'm The James Bond Villain Personality Test!

I live in a fictional world of spies and blonde women with ridiculous names, and I like to give people plenty of options. Although whether they're villainous is not optional.

Click here to find out which test you are!

and more...

Strawberry: 30/100 Pear: 40/100 Banana: 40/100 Tomato: 30/100 Lemon: 0/100

Take the What Fruit Are You? test by Ellen and Aaron!

If I was an Autobot, I'd be:



Take the Transformers personality test at android5.com!

Which SNL Loser are *YOU*?

Which John Cusack Are You?

Which Spice Girl Are You?

Which Brady Bunch kid are you most like?

I'm convinced more and more that college was invented just to do these silly tests. And I wondered today, can someone be completely defined through these tests: that "Oh, he's Luigi in a Peter Brady in a Victoria Jackson in a Bed Time Bear in a Pear sort of way..."

Probably not.

I want to come up with one "Which Blue and Gold Server would you be?"
1. I like to say:
A - "Enjoy your Breakfast, sir!"
B - "Fabulous!"
C - "Heres...*cough* your sandwich *wheeze*

and so on...

For more of these quizzes, click here, and go through Google...theres hundreds. My god.

Thanks to all the well

Thanks to all the well wishers today, and the im's of cheery stuff. I'm doing really well, no bitterness...but thanks again to all who made me smile somewhat today...(EVEN YOU, MR. NICE!!!)

I don't quite get

I don't quite get it. I am smarter, fitter, and bolder than my potbellied brother ever could hope to be, yet he gets all the fame, fortune, and glory, not to mention Peach's heart. If only I was the first player in Super Mario Bros... things could have been different. Maybe I can make a comeback, now that I finally have my own game.. but probably not. After all, I'm just Luigi.

What Super Mario Bros character are you?

See what Care Bear you are.

Yeah, so I didn't win today in either election. I have some things to say, that I'm holding back because I'm not sure where they're coming from; whether or not they're genuine concerns for the Masque, or whether they're just bitter diatribes from someone who's lost (in elections, in love, in games...) too many times. If you want to hear my criticisms, let me know, and we'll talk.

So, if you see me acting bitterly in the next couple of days, do me a favor and yell at me for it. I've finally realized that life's too short to be petty and see the lost opportunities: in some ways, the Masque has lost me, and I've lost the masque, so it's not worth crying about it. I'll continue on in the masque as time passes, and it'll all blow over: its an okay eboard, I guess, some good people got on, and theater still fuels me...

Other than that, a pretty normal day.

I uploaded the first pages of my sitcom script today. The premise of the show is that it's a sitcom set within the wacky world of community theater. The major character, James, is a college student, majoring in theater with high ideals of how theater should be done. He's set up on a bet by his friends at the college to turn the local theater group around. This is where hilarity ensues. The rest of the characters play into it in some way - Rosita, the 60 year old former Broadway star who has failed miserably and now does community theater to remember the old days...Greg, the wacky technical guy with a good heart, yet with disconnected technical ides that always seem to go wrong...Jenny, James' love interest...Tom, the director who came with the same high ideals that James once had and now realizes that it's fun just to do theater with such an interesting group of people...and others, who I haven't met yet

You can read it here...Feel free to let me know what you think.

Anyhow, I'm off to get cheered up somehow. Later, all.

-matt
"He failed in business in '31. He was defeated for state legislator in '32.He tried another business in '33. It failed. His fiancee died in '35. He had a nervous breakdown in '36. In '43 he ran for congress and was defeated. He tried again in '48 and was defeated again. He tried running for the Senate in '55. He lost. The next year he ran for Vice President and lost. In '59 he ran for the Senate again and was defeated. In 1860, the man who signed his name A. Lincoln, was elected the 16th President of the United States. The difference between history's boldest accomplishments, and its most staggering failures is often, simply, the diligent will to persevere."
from - here.

I've just been enjoying my

I've just been enjoying my "Fozzie"-ness for the past couple of days.

The Masque election is tomorrow. Last year I felt as though I had been punched in the stomach. Hopefully this year will be better. The blow (or the windfall, as the case may be) will be softened by the inducted members of the Masque getting their kids to continue the "fraternity/sorority" aspect of the Masque. Every time I've asked about who my kid is, I just get a large grin. Fun.

Anyhow, finished the first three pages of my sitcom tonight, and it's scary how it seems to be shaping up to be a sitcom. I wanted to finish it tonight, to get all of my thoughts on paper. I'll try and post some of it here tomorrow, and when I get the edits back from the professor.

Quick links:

If you need to smile today, go here(thanks Bobby)
Chuck Jones, you will be missed.

You are Fozzie!Wokka Wokka! You

	You are Fozzie! Wokka Wokka! You love to make lame jokes. Your sense of humor might be a bit off, but you're a great friend and can always be counted on..
Take the What Muppet Are You? Quiz!

Whole Brain Dominantleaning to the

(forgot the requisute quiz!)

It's been a rough week. I've had some problems with a class that I'm taking, Honors Islam, and have finally made the decision to withdraw from the class ASAP. I signed up for the class as an afterthought: it would kill one of my honors religion requirements. However, upon working through the first weeks of the class, I discovered it was a lot different than what I had expected: the professor is okay, but VERY demanding, the reading has been cumbersome and uninteresting, and the scheduling of the class - MWF at 9:00AM - couldn't be worse (well, maybe it could be...MTWRF @ 8:00AM...) The class, believe it or not, has brought down the rest of my life into a rather depressing valley. After I made the decision to withdraw, my mood immedately rose, and since Tuesday, the week has been in an upswing. My academic career should be okay: I came into La Salle with 22 credits, have 70 accumulated now after 2 years, will have 82 after this semester (with the drop) and still have 2 years / 4 semesters to hit 120+ credits.

So, if you've seen me lately seemingly in a funk, thats why. I feel 100% better, finally..."I think it the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain." from here

In happier news:

Tonight is the Mr. & Ms. La Salle Pageant. If you're around tonight, come on by - Dan Rodden Theater @ 7:00PM - it always proves to be a good time. There's always some interesting talents presented, and some laughs. I'm taking care of the lighting and some general technical advising (curtain pulling)

I have my Phase 2 RA Interview today right after my 10am class. Last year I was extremely nervous, and scared. This year, its the exact opposite. I have no worries about how I come across, not because I don't care, but because of some inner confidence thing. I have no idea what the questions will be like, but it doesn't matter. I think my experiences this year doing what I did will come through no matter what I say. I hope. (also from here)

My father's birthday was Thursday...Happy Birthday if you're reading, Dad.

Random quotation for today:
"Some people are born mediocre, some people achieve mediocrity,
and some people have mediocrity thrust upon them."
-- Joseph Heller

The weekend is almost here, and I cannot wait! 2 excellent, free days. Yay.

Currently listening to: "Tick, tick...BOOM!", by Jonathan Larson, the musical before Rent.
Currently reading: Look Homeward, Angel : A Story of the Buried Life by Thomas Wolfe
and...Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand

Bob rejected as name for

Bob rejected as name for Canadian province

I like Bob as a name...would give the area a personal, unique feel that Canada has been lacking for so long. Think about it, "Northwest Territories" makes you think open, barren mountanious regions inhabited by boring Canadians. "Bob" makes you think of a warm, cuddly, old teddy bear.

Turned in my platforms today for the Masque. I'm running for VP Business and VP Tech. Elections are Tuesday, 12:30pm at the Masque meeting.

Other than that, it was a darn good day. A bunch of us played "Ball" last night - a combination of dodgeball, kickball, soccer, and Calvinball played with a 4-foot in diameter red ball. It was a lot of fun: every kick carried with it at least one person falling over themselves. Steve's shirt was covered with grass stains, and he had the largest bump on his leg that I've ever seen. Pat played, although he had the flu (I'm not sure exactly how he played...)

It was an awesome time, and with the nice weather, is sure to be repeated.

I am ELMO. I'm

I am ELMO.

I'm cute, cute, as a button!


Which Sesame Street Character Are You?

Not much other than that; have to finish up some writing now.

Yay! Birthday time! Comes once

Yay! Birthday time! Comes once a Year!

Another really good day. (THANK

Another really good day. (THANK YOU NICOLE!!!!!!!!! AND Hope, Michelle, Julia, Angie, Matt, Kevin, Candice, Campbell, Sabs, Irwin) Some deeper thoughts though:

Friday is my 20th Birthday. I've been thinking about this a little bit in the past week. 20 means 2 decades. That seems like a long time. A sitcom once pointed out that it's halfway to 40. It's signifigant; but not totally: no drinking until 21 (not that I do that anyway, heh heh heh...)

One day more to be 19.

One day more as a teenager.

One day more to be confused, ignorant, apathetic, and lazy.

Friday I have to be an adult.

Weird.

I am Mario. I

I am Mario. I like to jump around, and would lead a fairly serene and aimless existence if it weren't for my friends always getting into trouble. I love to help out, even when it puts me at risk. I seem to make friends with people who just can't stay out of trouble. What Video Game Character Are You?

This is the story of

This is the story of how I got lost in Northeast Philly.

This is also the story of how I had a schoolbus honk at me; an action, which I believe exemplifies how badly I was driving. It was a FREAKING school bus.

So I went out to my car with a friend on Sunday night. Our intention: to get some food. My car, a 1988 4-door Toyota Camry, with approximately 138,000 miles on it, would not start. I realize quickly whats wrong: it was left in the "ACC(essories on)" position for two weeks. My car also has a feature (read: bug) where it lets you remove the key in any position. The last people to use my car were a group of friends who borrowed it in a snowstorm (another long story...) to go to the mall (yes, the mall.) Unfortunately, they didn't realize that my car had this special "feature," and left it like it was.

Oh well, I figured, I'll just have to get a new battery.

Monday, 3:30PM: I get a jump from La Salle Security (yes, they didn't blow up my car as I feared they would. Scoreboard: La Salle Securtity: 1.) I let it run, and it charges up. Yay.

So then, I decide to follow the directions that I got from Mapquest.com to a Sears Automotive in NE Philly. The directions mentioned Roosevelt Boulevard/Route One, which I naively thought I could handle.

Oh, how wrong I was.

Roosevelt Boulevard requires foreknow where you're going to turn before you make the turn. This is fine for someone accustomed to Philadelphia; for me, a transplanted Marylander (where traffic laws seem to make far more sense, and seem to be better enforced) it was torture. (Of course, I know this will get better as time goes on, and as I learn Philadelphia more, but it was hard this time around.)

A half hour later, I was lost in Northeast Philly. I got as far as "Devreaux St." (it had an reaux in it, the other part I'm unclear of.) I hang a U-Turn and get back on the Boulevard. Tail between my legs, I return to La Salle, Northeast Philly and Roosevely Boulevard having beaten me. "I'll be back! I swear this! I WILL BE BACK!"

(The school bus thing was this: I pulled into a crosswalk because my left side was blocked by houses and trees. Schoolbus comes along, tries to make right turn, can't, honks at me, and I back up. Still, picture: giant schoolbus honking at little mouse-like figure scurrying around under its nose.)

The car started fine today. I guess it recharged itself, as the security guy told me it would. (scoreboard: La Salle Security: 2)

To Sears, this weekend.

anyhow.

In other news, I was nominated for two Executive Board positions for the Masque today: VP Business and VP Tech. I have a lot of conflicting thoughts about doing either; however, I haven't completely figured them out yet. I want either one of them, yet I don't. This is tearing me up; it would be so much fun, and such a challenge, however...I don't know. I guess it's the time commitment involved.

Anyhow, I have an impossible physics problem to work out, and no time to do it in. Have a great day all.

"Just enjoy the Ozzy, and keep your mouth shut."

-matt

Michael Bolton. (not that Michael

Michael Bolton. (not that Michael Bolton, this Michael Bolton.) I think thats still one or two baby steps above "ice cube."

Another do-nothing Sunday. I watched a good deal of TV. Hunt For Red October was on this afternoon on the local UHF station. What an excellent movie...every time it's on television, I try and catch it. Sean Connery's best. (sidenote: according to this, Connery's hairpiece cost the production $20,000. Damn well worth it, if you ask me.)

Mike, Brian, and I did some filming for their show today. It was a simple parody of a tape that they had been given to promote on their show: this guy represented himself to be a bigtime Hollywood producer, living in Philadelphia. The tape is hilarious; words cannot describe the production values for this movie. The producer will be on Studio56 on Tuesday night, and they plan on springing the parody then. For some reason (nervous fear, probably) I'll be glad to be away from the set, in the control room mixing the audio. Anyhow, it should air this Tuesday night at 11:30, and repeat on Wednesday as well and then go into rotation randomly (as La Salle 56 is: completely random) from then on.

4 days and counting until Friday Nite all.

I am Michael Bolton

I am Michael Bolton from Office Space. Take the test and find out who you were.

Went to bed at about

Went to bed at about 3am last night. Woke up at around 8:30. The NyQuil didn't even have a chance to fully wear off; I think I was asleep in the shower.

We filmed our Video Production project today. The script is here. A good time was had by all. It took about 6 hours to film a five minute video clip. "oooh. aah." Editing to be done later this week. Highlights from the shoot: Lally's short pants, TJ's 50's look, breaking up in laughter, danish, mango rum, and trying tomato pie for the first time (like pizza, just without the cheese...bizarre!

Anyhow, I started writing those last lines about 4 hours ago...then had rounds and a confrontation, followed by IR's, followed by more rounds (AARGH!!!) and here it is 2am. I need sleep. Nite to all.

I Was:Brian WilsonWhich BNL Song

I Was:


Brian Wilson
Which BNL Song Character Are You?
by Lori and Culby

This is my favorite "If I were an X I would be Y" quiz...finally someone to identify with! Not a damn ice cube.

I'm sick today. Feeling terrible. The whole head cold thing: runny nose, stuffed up head, scratchy throat, muscle aches, etc. I want to sleep for the next week until it's gone. (Side note: anyone remember that SNL skit with Chris Farley for the "Hybernol" cold medicine? You took a GIGANTIC dose (think: wading pool) and slept for six months until the cold that you were suffering from (and several others) had passed through your system. Now where can I get some Hybernol? )

(on another related note, Nyquil is the greatest invention for colds, ever.)

There was a production meeting for "Midsummer" tonight...it still hasn't come into focus exactly how we're adapting it. The director's vision is to set it in a 1950's era boarding school. It sounds awesome to me; however, I'm an idiot, in that I haven't read the play yet. Other, far wiser, people than I have led me to believe that we shouldn't do it this way. I'm always willing to give someone the benefit of the doubt, and remain optimistic about how we've chosen to set the play. I also volunteered to get back into lighting again: it really wasn't as bad I've always thought, and I need to get back on the horse.

Geez, it seems I've rambled more than I usually do here... It's the DayQuil, I swear.

8 days until birthday (2/15).

It's better than being an

It's better than being an ice cube:

On duty tonight. AARGH. Can't

On duty tonight. AARGH. Can't leave room for long periods of time.

I'm getting sick today too. You know that tickle that you get in the back of your throat right before the onset of a bad cold? That's what I have now. Hurts to swallow. Annoying. "Halls" Cough Drops work...I wonder if "Mentho-Lyptus" is actually a narcotic...mmm...narcotic.

Saw "Chinatown" today in Film as Art today. It's an excellent movie, with an engrossing plot and some darn good characters. Jack Nicholson's ability to create a compelling character is unmatched in film or theatre today. The details of the plot keep coming at you up until the end...you really don't fully know what's happening until the very last scene. It comes highly reccomended.

I found out today that I'll be the backstage assistant stage manager for "A Midsummer Night's Dream." I'm excited; its the first show where I don't have to touch a lighting instrument, although I'll definitely help Pat and Mary as they need it. Lighting has always been the biggest stress for me: I'm the first to know that I don't know what I'm doing in lighting. I mean, I can plug it in, and patch it to a dimmer, and then program it into a lighting cue, but the artistry behind lighting, I fear, escapes me. I've found that it's a lot more than just pointing an instrument where you want it; there's a lot more to consider than that. I want to continue to do the lighting for other shows; I just need a break. I want to learn the artistry behind it.

Anyhow, if you're looking to kill some time, check this out: Something Awful.com's Worst Childrens Books Contest Winners. They're all hilarious; my favorite one, I think, is the "Ass Kicking Waiting to Happen," followed secondly by "Alexander and the No Good, Terrible, Horrible Hangover." And you can't beat the response: TV Shows that will never be made.

I found out today that people may actually be reading this journal. I really didn't think it'd be that interesting. So shout-outs to those who are reading (if I remember, that's just michelle... :) )

Too much class tomorrow. Too much class.

4 weeks till Spring Break.

-matt

Which Carbonated Beverage Are You?

Which
Carbonated Beverage Are You?

So thats what they invented these journals for...a place to post the result of personality quizzes for oneself. Interesting.

Which drink are you?

Which drink are you?

Ice isn't even a real drink. I feel like Charlie Brown. Good Grief!