Hoppy New Year!!!

Auld Lang Syne, baby.

Important things have happened since my last post.

Namely, my birthday.

Yes, now I enter the third decade of my life. I am 20. Yes, a very big deal. What did I get for my birthday? More DVDs. That's pretty much all I got this year. Lots and Lots of DVDs. Whatevs.

I spent my birthday at Don Pablos with a few select friends, and then watched the third Pirates of Carribean (which still sucked) and then we all left. I went over to the house my other friend was housesitting, and we chilled for awhile. We got bored, so we went and hung out a bit at the 24 hour Kroger they have in Sylvania. We bummed around there for quite awhile, touching meat, examining cheeses, looking wistfully at beer that I am still to young to purchase. We finally decided to pick up a 12 pack of Jones Soda (Made from Real Cane Sugar!). I had three of them starting around 1 AM. I was up until 8.

Kinda had a bit of a freakout around 5. I drove to this abondoned park by my house and watched the sun rise over the trees. And then I drove home and crashed. Memorable birthday, I suppose.

And then tonight there should be some drinking, I believe...


HAPPY 2008!
-Barry

P.S. 2007, you suck!

Is There Life After Nog?

Yes.

Not to be bitter, but Christmas kinda sucked this year. Not much more than usual, but still sort of disappointing. Got some gift cards, some DVDs, cologne, and a nice coat, which was pretty cool. Also, next year I'm definitely mentioning somewhere that I want NO pajama pants. I now have four pairs. I don't care if they're easy to size.

And then I started thinking, well, Barry, maybe it's not about the presents, maybe it's about being together with family. And then I saw that my sister was crying because she thought she didn't have enough presents. I wanted better presents.

Like a Wii. And Guitar Hero.

But I did get the Planet Earth DVD series. That was cool.

Hopefully Christmas Round II (aka my Birthday) will be better.

Happy Boxing Day!
-Barry Christmas

Christmas Wishes

What do I want for Christmas? Not much, really:

-Some DVDs
-A decent pea coat
-A new car
-A girlfriend
-Stable family
-Better friends
-A dependable income
-Less depression and/or more prescriptions
-Not to have a heart attack before I'm 38
-Purpose, if there's enough time

Yeah, pretty standard I bet.

Happy Holidays,
Barry

**Actually, this is based off a rant my friend went off on at a party that I thought was worth repeating

Since I've Been Back

Dulcimer your heart out, old lady.

Pretty intense break so far, chitlins.

Got back Monday, and left at 10 AM with buds to go visit my friend Emily at Kenyon College near Mt. Vernon, Ohio. It was pretty fun. She has some neat friends, and we partayed pretty hardy. A lot of jumping from apartment to apartment and Keystone beer. Free Keystone beer.

I take what I can get. My one female friend always gets really excited about Kenyon, and I figured out why: kinda a big sausage fest.

No matter. It was still tre bon.

Thursday I went with the fam to Holiday Funtimes at Greenfield Village near Detroit. Basically, it's walking back into 1903 and Christmastime Merriment. There were rides in a 1916 Model T (high speeds reaching 15 mph), lots of old music, horses, reindeer, Santa, and a 1913 carousel. And, fireworks. Of course.

And then today, did some mad holiday shopping and got pretty much everything for anyone that matters. And now I have very little for myself. Boo.

Bells will be ringin,

--Bizzle.

Last College Weekend, 2007

I did absolutely nothing remotely productive today.

My roommate left at like 8 this morning, so I had to help him move his furniture six inches away from the walls in accordance with Loyola policy, all while still a little drunk. Then I slept until noon, made a really big breakfast (I'm trying to polish off as much food as I can, because I don't want it too just rot here, don't judge), took a shower, walked around and smoked the last cigar I had here, and ended the day with watching Natural Born Killers, The Departed, and Volver. I kinda figured Volver could maybe count as studying for my Spanish exam tomorrow.

This weekend as a whole has been entertaining enough. Big partay Friday at the soon-to-be-former big theatre party apartment. Lots of booze, people, music, and dancing like idiots.

Saturday was alright too. My roommate somehow convinced me to go to one of his frat parties, which involved walking around during a midnight blizzard. There I drank with some bros, listened to college boy classics such as Sublime and the occasional Dave Matthews, and watched my roommate get destroyed in beer pong, all the while honing my game-spittin skills. I ended up with pictures of me and this girl posing with the Nativity statues. Oh Christmas.

In the end, I was drunk and listening to Daft Punk in the middle of a snowstorm. For some reason I was really freaking out at that point. Who knew.

Adious,
El Barry

Three Days

That is how many days I have until I am back home, chilling with some Christmas cookies.

Finals are pretty much done, just have my Spanish 101 on Monday. It will suck.

Just got back from a big theatre going away party, pretty sweet. Danced like a moron for a large portion of it. There was actually a time when two friends and myself were doing our rendition of "You're Just Too Good to Be True" while people were making out. What can I say, love just drips from our voices. Classy.

Oh yeah,
Barry

So

I survived.

Directing scenes went up Saturday. I was in three of them. Two of them I had my hair slicked back into a pony tail.

Apparently people thought I did alright, although I tell them I don't want to hear it (although, secretly, I do....believe it or not).

Now a little over a week here, two finals, one skit, one acting scene, and I have to build a model set for an opera. Good times.

Did I mention I was cast in Guys and Dolls? I did? Well, hear it again, loser.

Ka-Boom,
Barry

Suits and Boobs

Got into Guys and Dolls.

I am the same part I had in eigth grade.

Harry the Horse. It is awesome. Every line I have is marvelous.

I'll be happy if I get through tomorrow. Two papers due. As of now, one is finished.

Why do I talk in fragments? Unknown.

Getting drunk as soon as my classes are over tomorrow.

Oh, wait, I have a bunch of directing scene rehearsals, which go up Saturday.

Getting drunk soon after those are finished.

It's good to have goals,
Barry

Something to Ponder

A dream I had recently:

Coming back from Thanksgiving, I noticed that over the days more and more of my food was missing than what should be. Then I figured out that my beloved sheep from back home snuck into my suitcase and now was loose in my dorm. And I was like, "Great! I love my sheep. She'll fit in awesomely. Bet she'll be a total chick magnet too." So I decided to keep her around, take her on walks, shear her for clothes, etc...

And then I woke up and realized that I have never owned a sheep.

I think it means that subconciously I really want a pet sheep.

Or more sweaters.

It snowed today. Hardcore.

Baaaaa,
Barry

Christmastime is Here

So I'm trying to pick the five Christmas songs that will be most heard around the Barry Family Upright this happy Christmas Eve.

I think I got them:

5. "Simply Having a Wonderful Christmastime" by Paul McCartney
4. "The Chipmunk Song" by Alvin and the Chipmunks feat. Dave
3. "Do They Know It's Christmastime at all?" by Rock Stars for Africa or whatever
2. "I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas" by some little girl

and, the number one best Christmas song:

1. "The Christmas Shoes" by New Song

Amazing.

Merry Christmas,
Barry

Remember what the Doormouse Said....

I haven't been in my dorm since noon today.

Had the first readthrough of "Burial at Thebes" (Antigone) tonight. I didn't do a whole lot of reading--your's truly is a non-speaking gaurd (sorry, I'm trying not to come off as bitter. I'm sure the word "douche-bag" is being tossed around). It actually looks like it should be pretty cool. And I get a samauri sword, which will be an absolute blast off-stage.

Tomorrow I have auditions for Charles Mea's Big Love, which is a bizarre play.

Saturday are auditions for "Guys and Dolls" or, as some of the majors lovingly refer to it, "Suits and Boobs."

These next two weeks are going to be nutty to the max,
--Barry

Thanksgiving Reflections

They recently received Guitar Hero III at the Wii station in the mall, and I worked on Wednesday and Saturday. Needless to say, I've spent roughly five hours (for which I did indeed get paid) playing Guitar Hero instead of selling tuxedos.

Basically, Thanksgiving has been pretty good.

The family and myself traveled down to Columbus to spend Thanksgiving with my aunt and her cats. For some reason, we actually brought our new kitten along, so there were more cats than usual. They get pretty vicious after poking them in the stomach awhile. My hands are decently scratched up. They jump around a lot though, which sometimes is better than TV.

The food was good. Turkey, ham, punkin pie, green bean crap, mashed potatoes, stuffing, etc. Basically what I've been living on the past few days. I think I might take a whole pie back to school with me if there is a way to carry it.

Black Friday sucked. Woke up at 4:15, traveled to a billion different places, and decided the lines were not worth a $5 DVD. Father did buy breakfast, though.

Pumpkin,
Barry

P.S. The Taco Bell in the Westfield Shopping Mall in Toledo, Ohio sucks hard.

I Should Be Packing

But, instead, the music is in my soul.

Enjoy my new fr-fr-fresh track. Comin atcha....

Now.



Crazily Lovestoned,
Barry and the On Occasions

Almost Thanksgiving

So it's almost Thanksgiving. I'm leaving Tuesday, requiring me to skip all my classes that day. I signed up to late for that darn Megabus, and the only ones available were at like 1 AM Wednesday morning. Not cool, kids.

But that is life.

Good weekend.

-B

Let the Good Times Roll

So the Pope is coming to the United States April 15-20. Kinda want to go see him. Anyone interested?

This is happening.

Some Late Fall Leaf Haikus

Yellow leaf, oh you--
You sitting there in the street
Watch out for my shoes

Falling red leaf drifts
to the sidewalk in the night...
Now you are wet, deal.

Hey, leafblower man;
So loud and aggravating
You go buy a rake

.barry.

As I Wait for "Say You, Say Me" to Finish Downloading....

Pretty happenin' weekend for all intensive purposes.

I was finally put on film--look out for a24a, starring me, Barry, as Leo the researcher/musician/pot dealer. It really didn't take too long, and everyone was like, "Whoa, Barry, you're so natural." But all seven episodes are being edited as I write this. I'm only featured in the second one, so that's prolly all I'll post here. I'm pretty important though, believe you me.

Other than that, I got decently plastered on cheap beer Saturday night. Then my associate Bohrs and myself went to the 24 hour "De Lux" Diner. I got breakfast, and even though I was intoxicated the whole time, the french toast was most exceptional. We got there around 2 AM, we left at 4:15. There was much drunken pounding on the table on my part--lots of points to make. It was most likely more than a little funny to those around us. However, we discussed some interesting things, and I realized I need to read "I Am Legend." It was also interesting because I never really had a enlonged dialogue with Bohrs, but we must click kinda well to talk for two hours when I was toasted. Good people, good people.

Good people,
Barry

Barry, American Hero

A major occurance recently occured to me.

My friend Drew and I were innocently waiting for the El to go see a show on Thursday night, roughly 7:00 PM.

Then Drew goes, "Hey, a fire."

He was noticing the giant reflection of some sort of blaze that we could see bouncing off the side of the building next to my dorm. We moved further down the El platform to get a better look, and we saw that the gazebo in the little kid's garden was engulfed in flames. It was crazy.

And I was like, "Do we call 911?"

Drew goes "mumble, mumble." I took this as affirmation.

I whipped out my phone and punched in 9 1 1 Send. My phone said "Calling: Emergency" and I was like, you better believe it. After one ring someone picked up, and I was like, "Yo, I'd like to report a fire." She connected me to the Chicago Fire Department, and I gave the intersection and all the other information, and the operator was all, "Alright, we've got a truck on the way. Thank you."

Of course, I said, "No need to thank me, sir. Just doing my civic duty."

So now I have a mad story about how I saved a gazebo/some apartment buildings (and therefore, innocent lives)/the city of Chicago/ America. Don't tell me I'm blowing this out of proportion. When was the last time you ever saved your country??

And now some people are trying to slander me by spreading rumors that I actually started the fire.

I guess once you get to the top, you find out who your real friends are.

Douche-bags.

Sincerely,
Model Citizen Barry

Picking out ma classes

Nothing ever exciting happens to me. "Why don't you kill yourself, Barry?" you might ask. "Not today," I would say. And that's because the secret is to make totally non-exciting things exciting for yourself.

And that is what I did today. I didn't have to go to practicum! Hooray! My roommate finally crumbled and bought much needed bread and milk! Huzzah!

But the most exciting thing was that I get to pick out new classes. Try not to wet yourself, but it's the OFFICIAL PRE-PREMENENT BARRY COLLEGE 2008 SCHEDULE::::: (get ready)

Characterization II
Theatre History II (not cool)
Dramatic Lit I
Playwriting
Arabic II (possibly)
and of course,
Classical Modern Philosophy 309 (wa-wa-whoa!)

Like Lee Perry, I'm very...
The Barry

Do you know who rocks?

The Stone Roses.

Someone now has video footage of me playing guitar hero--more than a little intensely. I'm hoping they do not surface anywhere. Or do I?

Barry. Out.