Write The Dialog!!!!

Is the Laundry Room Comfy?

Oh I am so sleep deprived that writing here seems to be a good idea at the moment.

Getting kicked out of your dorm room at 10:00 at night is not the most comfortable experience. For starters you are tired from a long day of classes finished off by a exciting night at anime club. You have an eight am class tomorrow, which you have a test in.  It is also the last week of classes before finals so you are stressed as heck. You leave the room with your laptop, math notebook, and hand held gaming system in your bag.  You try to think of a quite place that you can stay for the night. The laundry room in the basement is usually silent as this time of the night. You settle own in the back of the room and set up your laptop. Pulling up the paper due for English tomorrow morning. You open your notebooks to study but look at the notes with disgust as you are in no mood to study.  All you want at this moment is you bed and a good few hours of sleep. Unfortunately you have no such luxury.  You sit back at stare at the computer screen. The curser blinks at you waiting for words to be written upon it. Sliding back in your seat trying to get comfortable you close your eyes and attempt to catch forty winks. Maybe you will go up in another hour or so but as of now you are bushed. You lids are heavy and your contacts sting your eyes.  You pull up some video on your itunes in hope to kill some time… Unfortunately time does not move fast enough. You slump back in the hard plastic chair in an attempt to get comfortable. Unfortunately, it is not, so you relocate to the floor. The concrete is cold and miserable just like you are. You look at the time, 2:00 am. Maybe you should head up and go to sleep on an actual bed. You head to the elevator and push the button. It doesn't light up. You push it again. You pray that it lights up, for you have no desire to walk up  four flights of stairs. It doesn't light yet again. You push the button repeatedly in hopes to get it to work. By the time you are pounding into that broken button, the elevator arrives. You step inside the tiny metal box. It brings you to you floor. It is dead quite. Everyone is probably sleeping like you wish to be. You get to your room, put your head to the door. It seems quiet enough. You slide you key in and gently push the door open. Peaking inside you see you what you got kicked out for sleeping sounding in your roommate's bed. You tiptoe quietly to your bed and climb in. You beg that sleep will claim you quickly. Fortunately, it does.

Dancing in the Rain

            Rainy days at home were almost always gloomy. The water would flood the streets causing everyone walking to and from school to have soggy jeans and wet feet.  It usually caused people to miss school the next day from various illnesses.  Unfortunately, it had been raining all through out the last week. My neighbor and best friend, who lacked enough common sense to bring an umbrella, had been sick for the last few days.  Leaving me to walk home from school alone. An activity that I dreaded.

            The day had been long and strenuous. A full day of classes plus a two-hour play rehearsal.  Not wanting to walk out into the rain I sat at the window watching the raindrops fall down the glass. Alone in the classroom, I was enjoying the sound of light pitter-patter on the windowpane.  Outside looked like a grey and dismal blob. Out of the blob came a figure running towards the school. As the blob came closer I came to the realization that it was a person. And that person burst into the classroom.

“Hey, you’re late, rehearsal ended half an hour ago,” I said as I turned to look at him. He looked frazzled and his hair was a complete mess from being out in the rain. His brown curls hung limply over his eyes while his clothes were plastered to his body. It was like someone tried to drown him.  He emitted the feeling of misery and exhaustion.

“You really shouldn’t have come in.

You are sick as a dog. And being in the rain

won’t help you at all. You should have at least

used an umbrella,” I scolded him.

“You don’t have to nag… I’ve just missed all the dance

rehearsals.”

“I could teach you.”

            His hands were cold from being out in the rain.

 I blushed furiously as he took hold of my waist bringing

us into very close proximity. My heart began to race when I

looked up and saw how close he was. He began the step

cautiously and I slowly started counting the steps. The rhythm

of the raindrops seemed to combine with my counting.

            I could not get my self to look up at his face while we

danced slowly and awkwardly. I looked everywhere but there.

Over to the side. Down at our feet.  When I did manage to look

at his face, it was a picture of concentration. It was if I could

see the cogs turning slowly as he took each step.  His brow

furrowed as he looked down at our feet.  I smiled and tried to keep my

laughter from bubbling out of me.

“You want to try with the music now?” I said stifling a giggle.

“Nah, I think I got it now.” Our steps slowed to a stop and we dropped our hands.  “Are you sure?” I looked up at him with a questioning look.  “You know you are dancing tomorrow. Right?” He shrugged his shoulders and brushed a damp curl from his face.  I sighed in annoyance and rolled my eyes.

“Come on one more time won’t hurt you.”  I started the music. “After all you did run all the way here in the rain.” 

He resumed the waltz position reluctantly but as I placed

 my hands on him he took the lead. Surprised by his sudden

confidence I stumbled, falling closer into him. The rest of the

dance was nearly flawless; the movements were flowing and

smooth. I was swept into a whirlwind of movement. I felt the rest

of the world disappear around me.  It was like I was Cinderella

at the ball and I was dancing with the prince.  The song ended

too quickly and too soon. I wish it could have gone on

forever.  But it had to end and we released from each

other’s embrace to curtsy and bow.

“See I told you I got it. Wanna head home

before the janitor kicks us out?” he said as he rose from his bow.

I nodded dumbly still in shock from the whole experience.  We walked out of the classroom together at stood at the two glass double doors at the entrance of the school. To my dismay it was still raining and the sun was setting. 

“You coming?” He said opening the door. “Come on! You aren’t going melt!”

 I stepped out into the rain hesitantly.  I cursed the fact that I had lost my umbrella that morning under my breath. The raindrops were cold and the wind just made it worse.  I felt miserable.

“So why were you still at the school?” he asked nonchalantly.

“I didn’t want to walk home in the rain…I was… delaying it.”

“You walk home in the rain all the time with me, it never bothered you before.” He shrugged. We were both soaked by this time and we still had a few blocks to walk.  We chatted about various subjects as we walked home. I seemed to forget how cold, wet and miserable it was outside as we talked.   As we approached my house he took my hand and we waltzed to my driveway.  I curtsied in an imaginary skirt and ran to my door.  As I opened my front door I yelled out to him “DON’T FORGET AN UMBRELLA FOR TOMORROW!” He waved backed in a way that could only mean “yeah, yeah I got it. You don’t have to tell me again” I smiled to myself as I watched him walk away in the rain. 

I find it rains as much here as I did back home. And I still dread the thought of walking in it. Though I find myself remembering that rainy afternoon when I walk in the rain and it doesn’t seem to bother me as much.

Snapshots Of My Life

Some Snippets of what my everyday life is like. There are some of my own artwork in here as well as some snapshots taken with my digital camera. These pictures fall into three categories of my college life: Music, Social Life, My Quirkiness.

The Torment of Aurals Class

Warning: Music Nerd

How I am able to play

There is no such happiness as a Steinway!

What!? I have to make these!

...how does that go again?

I seem to spend all my time here...

Forgive me for I do not know how to socialize

Table for 1

Do I stand out?

Is this Wonderland?

This is where my sanity is kept

Nah... I don't think there are enough pictures

BUTTONS!!!(read them)

MORE BUTTONS! (and no I don't have enough)

 

So what I am lazy...

Ah my friends.... At least I am not talking to myself any more

 Sushi... It's Fresh!

This is as much as you are going to see of me

My mind has left the vacinity

College

College is a topic that have posted about recently. And the word that I most commonly associate it with is loneliness. For me, college has been all work and no socializing. I have been so focused on getting better at what I do, that i have forgotten to make friends. My existence here is a lonely one. I may surround myself with the sounds of music and the images of art but I have been solitary in all ways. I haven't really done any group activity that wasn't required by a class. My social skill here has dropped considerably. I though college would be a place that I could be myself, anyone I wanted to be. The truth is that(or at least I think) I found that I don't like who I am. I am quiet and reclusive. When I talk, I tend to talk too much, too loudly, and too much about myself. I can see why I don't hang out with people. I am afraid that people will see me.  The me that is imperfect and has flaws. I feel that I can't even really be my dorkyself, my nerdy self, my dweeby self. I think I need to come out of my shell and start talking. Forgetting myself consciousness. I need to attempt to be social, and get out there. Now I must go back to English class and talk, one of the only places I do talk.(Other than to myself)

Mack G

Silent Obsession-the graphic novel

Out of bordum I have decided to make my weird little essay that I wrote into a short graphic novel. It will end up being a sketch comic unless I take some initiative and effort to actually finalize it. I will be posting the pages every now and then so continue to keep checking if there is actually anyone out there reading this blog. Even if I am sending this out into cyberspace with the chances of no one reading this I find it comforting to get it out there. I'd rather not bottle it up.... SO I will be posting soon!

TTFN
Ta Ta For Now!
Mack G

Some Digital Artwork

I am bored this lovely Friday evening so I'd though I'd post some Digital artwork of mine.... I drew each one of these with a pencil then scanned in. I color them on GIMP.
Well I have got nothing else to say. Till next Time!
TTFN!
Mack G