Cheez-it Fried Chicken

Fried chicken that was breaded in Cheez-its and then... cooked like... fried... chicken...

Other than that, I got a hat.
I like it... cause it's a fucking sweet ass hat.
Fuck I need a Dr. Pepper.
Oh yeah, I'm starting a THEATER TROUPE... with a couple of friends... We're gonna direct ourselves and do awesome at it.
I hope...
I just got the idea and said it to them and they were like "Taylor, how'd you think of such a wonderfully sexy idea?" and I was like "I just... did."
(More like "Hey you guys wanna do a thing?" and them like "sure, why not." (You pretentious little bastard))
And boom boom pow to the bow wow shazowza bowsa!
We started working on writing rehearsing.

I'm cool, I swear!
P.S. I'm really not... I don't think... maybe


I've Changed the Title (& West Side Story)

I decided that this is more of a blog about what I think and not about everyone else unless I am talking about my experience or thoughts about them
(Boy am I pretentious)
So I just decided to change the title and the description.

ON TO LIFE (because you all care)
I got into a production of West Side Story! I get to play Officer Krupke.
I love, love, goddamn LOVE this role but I made one misconception before I got my script and all.
I thought Krumpke was a Big Deal (It's funny because one of the boy's is named Big fucking Deal) at first because he gets a song sung about him.
I have 9 lines. (Big deal, huh?)
But my God, is it ever so fun.
I get to beat up teenagers with a night stick... baton... what the dick do I call it?... What the fuck ever.
Yeah, the director wants Krumpske to be an absolute asshole who abuses everyone and only gets away with not getting mugged by the rest because he has a gun.

I got my nose broken by a friend of mine because he headbutt me in the face...
((cue Nixon voice)I am not a crook)
All well, that's the end of all interests.
Unless you wanna know that I'm dating again... but that's my biz-niz, so stay out... wiz... diz...?

All in all, have a fanta fanta, don't ya wanna fanta fantastic day


Here's a Story (long build)

I was in the original cast of a show a while back, the show was called When 
(If this paragraph is too long, just jump ahead to the one after)
and was about a woman named Audrey, who directed successful shows on Broadway that were always revivals, who never got along with her bitch of a mom when she was little, but gets a few calls about how her mom is deep into stages of Alzheimer's. Audrey leaves New York to go back to her old home which is in (I think) Colorado to visit. Throughout the play there are various flashbacks about how Audrey's mom was mean and favored Audrey's sister even though the sister was a bitch and got pregnant as a teen, and how Audrey accidentally crashed the car with her sister and her dad in it, while sister was pregnant. Dad dies, sister goes into hospital gives birth and dies due to the crash and the baby lives.

I played the doctor that broke the news in this show and during this I had the lines "The baby came out fine, Anne is still surgery"
But since I have terrible memory, I accidentally said "The baby came out fine, Anne is still pregnant"

That was two years ago and the jokes are still going on about it.

(I also have been writing more music)


I've discovered a new Program

My friend showed me a program called Musescore the other day and I instantly fell in love with it.
Brief Rundown:
It's a free program, just Google search it and you can find it easy. What it lets you do is write printable and playable sheet music (so learn yourself some sheet music stuffs if you don't if you wanna use it.)
and I made a little ditty out of boredom (it has no effort at all put into so don't judge too harshly)
here it is.

Read this next part after you listen (if you do listen)

I had a picture in my head of someone who knew all the bad shit he had done, just walking their way to the gallows, in a spaghetti western type setting, and I imagined this music playing in his head because he was proud of it all but feared the noose waiting for him.

Please comment what picture went through your head as you listened.
Also any constructive criticism is always appreciated


A little study

I've been studying psychology (not through schooling, just researching papers and even writing some and getting them read and even approved by some people who study it or have history with it.)
I've noticed one thing in general with most people, and this is probably very obvious to people who go to school for this, everyone has their obsession(s), and I've started calling it their "geek(s)" when it comes to them talking endlessly about a subject.
This is the thing or things that one person can talk about for hours and still say "wait, I haven't told you the best part" and I've noticed it can lead to people being classed (and I hate classing people) as the "outcast" because the topic is uninvited, not because the person is uninvited. 
I guess this is a preachy thing to say, but I've noticed most people who do this and become the "outcast" don't realize what is causing them to be seen that way.
The thing is people are either blind to their faults when their fault is something they enjoy and also people are selfish (This is not selfish to where they won't hold open the door because their time is too valuable, this is just most people if they are hungry and have a hamburger, they're going to tell you get your own fucking burger unless they see someone worse off or someone equal to them that they care for. Instinctual selfishness). Everyone wants their turn to talk and so when the person goes on their geek and no one else talks and they are forced to listen or leave. When that is the average of every conversation with that person is them going of on their geek, that's when they are no longer accepted, outcasted.
I just felt like talking, who knows, maybe I'm talking bullshit, but I'm just saying what I was thinking and that's why I have this blog

Remember if I ever talk Psychology, this is NOT from somebody who has credentials, this is from an observer. Take everything I say about this as if you heard a friend say it, not a professional.


What's the deal

What's the fucking deal with the pac-man ghosts? Pinky, Blinky, Inky, and Clyde... Clyde? Why is he Clyde? Clyde is the name of an IRS agent or an insurance agent, not a ghost coming to consume your soul, I mean, why, what, why-what what-why WHAY? Why am I talking about Clyde? Because I like him, he's my buddy. We do shots together... well I don't drink and he can't because he's dead. I wonder what he was like when he was alive... what type of death made him look like that in his afterlife?
Maybe pac-man is what exorcism is to these ghosts, does exorcism happen to bad ghosts only? Or Satan? Well it happened to the couple in Beetlejuice and they were a nice people...
I don't know, but Clyde, I love you, give me a hug but don't consume my soul... Well you can't (according to some people) because I'm a "ginger" ahhh, but my hair's not curly and I don't have freckles and it is getting closer to brown... does this mean I have a portion of soul? I don't know. I say I don't know a lot of times... I'd count but I don't want to know how many times I say that.