oh HAPPY day

So it has been a rather enlightened day. I wont say I have been in a slump. Because I don't care for em. Slumps --- or mumps for that matter. Don't like em.

But beyond all the insufferable banter about life and trying to come up with yet another humorous story about how I took it upon myself to create a -MISSION- out of my life - questioning boundaries - living life to the edge of reason and maturity --- I slow things down and for once - turn into a typical blogger who just simply.................... Wants to talk about his day.

-his day-

I awoke - not early - but not enthused to be awake at the breaking hour. I lay in bed as I do most mornings contemplating how I will move that one leg under my blanket on to the floor to hurl me to my feet while the other leg - known as my "it's too F'ing hot in my room so this leg will lay outside of my blanket to bring me a nice breeze"............... A long name.... But I feel it is suitable..... Much like the name of Olga for a German woman - or perhaps Carol for a singer.... (Ironically enough I have taken many-a vocal lessons with a woman names Carol ;D)

But I got up and showered - and ran to the closest coffee shop for ................ NOT a coffee (tune in to find out way on a blog that has yet to be written) - but rather a fairly LARGE Chocolate Milk..... It was boiling today - and although milk WAS a terrible choice.... I rocked it.... :)....

Work - like most - was lame within the first few moments... I have a new boss who oddly enough sounds like Miley Cyrus when she talks..... She seems pretty down to earth though.. I feel bad because the last few minutes of my shift I was talking on my phone to an old friend name "Graeme" and she completely called me on it..... In my defense I was in the back room taking off my things to go home... Yet I was talking on work time..... Although I did begin 20 minutes earlier and not clock in until my usual time --- sooooooo 20 minutes minus two minutes..... Any way..... No need to fuss or bring up any hard feelings of course.... Although in a court of law I feel like I could kick some butt......

ahem..................................................... ANY WAY... :)

I got back to my homestead with the hottest day of our Toronto Summer '09.... Lay out on my deck listening to some "Waiting for my Rocket to Come" ...... Oh Hell yes!....... I am pretty dark already for a little white boy from Canada - but what else do you need with the soft breeze kissing your skin and the sun beams down a glorious burn to your pours?? (Not a big fan of laying out in the sun??? ---- Don't call me this summer... We wont be able to hang out)

This was all an inevitable wait until ----- sigh--- I'll admit it......... American Idol.

I have gotten pretty intense with this show... I find myself SKIPPING the whole season up until about the finale 11... I catch the last person get knocked out and not make it to the TOUR group top ten and then I choose who I think will win...... Soon to follow was my choice of who should win - but I'm not the 1 million American voters - what do I know?!!

But I stayed true to the show and watched for the simple reason of enjoying performances and the fact that I rock a v-neck just as well as Simon Cowell ;) - oh yeah babyyyy!!! haha

But I watched and I typed - as I was supposed to do a blog interview with some friends, for our camp that we work for each summer.... Just to get people PUMPED for giving back to the world and the fun people they get to work with...

Now - MR.Mraz - always rocking as he does, showed up and performed as one of the many amazing Music Superstars on Idol for it's Finale.

Props to him. A man who went from posting a message on his website about "If you have a place I can perform at tell me" to performing in front of a thousand people in person and MILLIONS among MILLIONS live -- It's pretty amazing to see the growth of a singer. Wish him the best.

And the show ended with me screaming for my NEW favorite contestant Kris.....

That is ALLLLL I will say about a television show... I know I have gone into a huge deal about "Scrubs" ending - but that had some human touching warmness and some relevance to my life... This is just pure entertainment.

During Idol - I got that all too familiar feeling - this man needed a drink...... So running to my closest liquor store, I went in a flash.... Grabbing what I had already contemplated in getting --- the woman at the desk took one look at me and said...............

"Lemme guess - Your girlfriend dresses you"

SAYYYY WHAT!? haha

No way lady.

I couldn't help but laugh.

What could you say to that?

Me................ Oh ..... haha I had something to say.... hahaha

Being a young white single male from the streets of Toronto, there was only one thing to say........

"I work at American Eagle"............................... sighhhh.

Witty.... Nope.

Clever even? (that's the same as witty who am I kidding)

I begun to think of similar clothing stories as to give you a clever little blog that brings you back through out the life of me and tells the story of my many phases in life and outfits I have worn - including a FULL orange outfit including a vest and visor" - but - to be fluent and care free and among all ---- --------------- me.

I wrote what was in me to write/feel.....

I'm still living the way I have wanted to. And among the months to come that WILL change my life.... I am waiting and willing... I am loving and keeping gratuitous thoughts of the people who have loved and helped me along the way....................

I hope and sit impatiently sweaty for another day like this.

Good morrow to you all I suppose haha. It's how I'll end it off here. MY day has turned to night - and I am excited for tomorrow.

Nothing like it...... LIFE.

This is my partner in Crime............ Today was his Birthday..... oh Happy Day Brother!

Live Long and Prosper

There are a ton of idiosyncrasies that I have noticed about myself. Varying from hiccups - to a laugh for absolutely every occasion or person.

It's a little odd. A lot of people believe me to have a fake laugh. One of those "polite" or "Okay, I'm going to laugh now yet my eyes are shouting at how uncomfortable this moment is" - you know these laughs..... But generally I have not yet found that common base to my laugh. Not even for the "GOD WHY ISN'T THIS OVER?" laugh.. I generally laugh at everything. Honestly - I'm a pretty silly guy with not too many worries in my life. Sure there are stresses and complications that turn my life upside down - but I try not to worry my life away.... It's a little bad of me. I wont lie.

A lot of you who read that will think "oh what a laid back fella" - That is of course if you think of me as a heavy weighted pre teen ....... please never call me "fella" - Thank you ever soo much. But thinking about it - without a lot of worrying and intense "stressing" there may not be a logical way of doing a few things..... Chilling out and taking things as they come keeps me in a "happy" state - even when I am depressed about something or other - but hoooowwww much do I really ................................. ahem.... Y'know, I don't care.... hahaha No need to hurry - no need to make up my mind about all this.... Who REALLY wants to worry about something? C'mon - I know a lot of you feel as though you are not getting anything done.... But I don't know... This is "How I do" haha. I don't knock the way another guy lives his life. Or at least I try every day not to. But life is a constant struggle with something or other - so I've been taking it in stride - the gum... Absolutely Delicious - you only need one little sliver of that minty cancer as you travel to your designated destinations.... :)

Another little "me" thing I have been told and have actually begun to feel a little self conscious about is my voice.... Not the singing portion to my voice - I will never feel FULLY comfortable to just bust out a song - especially on cue. No dice. Not me. I ain't no stool pigeon.. BUT - my talking voice.

When I was younger - sayyyyyyy Grade 9? -- I was a mumbler.... My voice was never one to crack on me - no no - a sissy I may have sounded like - but an ass I did not.
As I grew older I ALWAYS sounded deeper in my own head then I did out to everyone else. Ever hear your own voice talk on recording? YUGHHHKK... Tell me about it right!? YOU SOUNDED AWFUL!!! haha ahem .... umm , I mean I did ..... he..hehe...ha.....ahem

But the most recent "trend" with my voice has been a tad............ how might I say.... Irish?
HONESTLY people hahaha. I tell my partner in crime about this every time someone jumps to the conclusion that I am in some way Irish... Yeah sure - I am - in a small capacity. My Father is the all Canadian Irishmen..... Meaning a "Newfy" - one from the province of Newfoundland.... I swear - The English got to this land and did all the trading and the battles with the natives while the French came in and got comfy.... And then came the Irish..... Man oh man - They spotted the FIRST bit of land they could - made port and got drunk.......... For those of you who have yet to visit Canada - they have yet to Sober up.... God bless em.

Yea yea I know this is in no way a historically accurate line of Canada's past - but you can call something on paper all you want - in the hearts of the individual of these lands - we know the real truth ;) --- pfft Call the SkyDome what you wish ---- It's the SkyDome you rich bastards.

This little Voice of mine has brought me a long way. Through humor and song - I have made a life for it..... Which makes sense at how I would freak out and feel a complete loss when I go and lose my voice this past week..... sighh... Oh bother.........

-Mission 24- Tune HE hums

So I haven't written in a while because of many things.... 1 - I haven't had anything to write about - this is partly true .... Because 2 & 3 have to do with being incredibly busy this past week. So as I could have written a short melancholy article at my take with the Killer Queen of my existence (rum) - Or perhaps the visit from a far off Friend from the French land of Canada - or the fantastic Baseball game I indulged in - or....................... Well that's the ending ... you have to wait to find out........... :)

WELL yes ma'am I did have a friend from Quebec come and visit these parts - let's name her "Diddy" ..... And when I say let's I mean thats already her nickname..... Don't like it? ... Wanna Fight about it?!!!!! That's what I thought.......

Much like a few of my good friends - Diddy is moving into the downtown region of Toronto to begin pretty much the best life ever - and as I am sadly moving away to a region that I will leave blank ........bloody empty town of nothing....... I was DEFINITELY going to help show her the sites and sounds of this glorious place.

(now one comes to enjoy their own city after eagerly trying to escape it as a young lad. And then of course coming into a manhood/and realizing that everywhere else just leads back here... haha)

She - my partner in crime and I took to the streets and headed south t'wards the "Distillery District" - a very pretty place edging off the map of downtown Toronto - there I indulged in a very delicious (my favorite) dishhhhhhh - worldly known as "Fish and Chip"........ This of course being a battered fish with fries .... It was maybe my 2nd out of 3 Fish and Chip meals for that week..... So for those of you who don't know --- I'm big on the dishhhh... ;D

NOW - from there was quite delightful... We walked around the town that is down and hit up a few nice spots to rustle up some grub and then found a nice park to rest our heads a while.... NOT going to lie - but if I had the strength and patience and ENDURANCE most of all to run as much as some of those people could do - man I'd be a tank! - I named one "Pilsner" Him and I go way back... Jordan and I cheered constantly for this man as he lapped us time after time. He's a freaking man! oh man oh man... haha
We hit up a ridiculously depressing yet informational film based off the Rwanda Massacre, happy I went. Wasn't impressed with the film itself but it did give me the history first hand at what had gone one down there... The night coming to an end I took a last look at a close by movie set of the next hit Michael Cera film and then headed to visit a friends place in Kensington.... Moments after arriving to my own homestead I fell a sleep.. I was about as out as Lance from Nsync.
The next day was killer - tanned the day away just listening to some old records and cd's I have - A lot of Beatles - Relient K and Blink 182 for old time sake -- Then off to a BLUE JAYS game!!!
Again - you can call them "The Jays" all you want on their jerseys and have a dumb mascot named "ace" --- but in reality - and forever in the hearts of all fans - they will be the "Toronto Blue Jays" with "BlueJay Birdie" as their team mascot. SO THERE!

This is where the voice began to fade. The screaming and yelling at Madonna's A-Rod and the rest of the Yankees as they woop'd our butts and the usual cheering when we ALMOST made a decent play.... Worth it? yes.... but the voice didn't fully kick out until of course the next day.....

MTV apparently has a Canadian television station haha. Me not being a fan of such shows like "The Hills" would never know about this - so you would believe my surprise when I heard my good buddy Shawnny Dell and his band "The Great Bloomers" were performing on their MTV Live segment.

I think my voice packed it's bag and took off leaving behind no more but a shadow of it giving me the finger.... Non stop was I screaming "WOOO GREAT BLOOMERS!!! I WANT A BLOOMER!!" - They're a really great band - check them out on :

http://www.myspace.com/greatbloomers

Dwelling downtown for a few extra hours - I ended my night with a few drinks with some friends before heading back to my distant hour travel away home.... sigh... Transit.
Wake up - wait...... Plenty of movies watched and then back out on the town........ This train was not movie... yet that morning I felt the vast finale blow of my voice fade away...... LAME - and sure enough - I was on my way to a party that was bound to be loud.... Really fun party - but I don't think the Tequila helped to soften my throat and rest my achy breaky voice.

This has now come down to my solitude in my room today as I begun to master the famous song "Hallelujah" by Leonard Cohan on Tabitha Chenoweth........... That's right - Tabitha has a more "Fuller" name now after I read the autobiography entitled "A Little Bit Wicked" by Kristin Chenoweth...... :)
Either way - a voice would have been appreciated as I sung the sad sorrowed twangs on my uke and the solemn beats of my heart ACHING to be able to sing some of those beautiful words and just for one instantaneous moment feel like a rock star....... But nope..... I sound like I ........ Well.. Nothing .. air didn't even come out... To be ironical.... It blew.

I have the next few days to rest..... And that I plan to. Or at least - my voice .... :) .... Can't stop this train.

When was the last time you belted out? Was it worth it? - yeah - me too :)

-pJ

Precocious Brotha!

It has been a long and intense journey. I remember the first time in fact. If there had been ANY memories to stick out as if it were the pin point of that relationship........ You all know what I talk about...... If any of you have been in a relationship with someone - you know there would always be that one memory..... That one time to which you remember everything that meant the most to you. Unfortunately the time that I remember isn't the time or any time for that matter - that I was with the person I thought I had loved......... Of course this was high school, so I won't deny there being love there. But y'know - out of what I have done since then - who I have loved since then - I will admit it was no True love. But the memory in fact was one where I knew I was all alone. I knew that this was it and that I was off to make my own in the world.

-not even a mission - it was the end but the beginning

It was a late night..... I stayed up late - after everyone was a sleep. I didn't want to in fact. I knew that everything I was holding back was best to hold on to. I had dated before - I had held on to feelings past - but the thing was that I would always know ----- (side tracked story)

I have a gift --- And it isn't the one some of my friends think I have.... I love you all for encouraging the Musical Theater talent you all tell me I posses - but this was the feeling - the knowing - and the unfortunate -- the regrettable - and the painful gift of knowing when you see someone (specifically your girlfriend) for the last time.

It was the drive...... I have been unfortunate enough to see a lot of "Goodbye" faces. The ones where y'know are the last ones...... I remember the only living Grandparent I have had...... Her name was Olive. The last time I saw her was when my mother and I visited her when I was somewhere around the age of 6.... I think ..... I had just finished the 2nd grade...

My mother was a School Bus driver.... "Like the Frizz, NO WAY!?" -- and we visited "grandma" as my mother was always wanting to know the "time" - y'know - the limited amount of time it would take to pick up every child and drop them off at school...... Sure to some this sounds brilliant - "wow you're mom really thinks a head" --- but if she is ANYTHING like myself or my brothers - or my hysterical Father - then this was just to figure out when / how long she could sleep in till - and then go and pick up all of these children....... But this day I decided to go with her. To scope out the new territory and to visit old ones... We stopped shortly and my "Grandmothers".... I don't know the feeling - and I hope not to for a long time - but the feeling she had - was one that knew - her youngest grandchild was there in front of her........... for the last time..... She offered me things like juice and cookies - almost in a desperate excuse to offer me everything I would have wanted at that moment .............................. To make me happy during those very last moments.................. I remember her face... That bandanna..... Later on (a few months) she passed from cancer..... And I remember that face....

-Mission 23 - What a "Beautiful Mess"

The last time I saw her face - I was driving away..... With her parents in the front seats I sat in the back staring back as the main object of the last few years of my high school life - turned from apparent - to shadow..... I sat there after sleeping most of my way through the northern cottage country of Canada "Muskoka"... I didn't know what to do really...... I watched her fade away as I teared up something fierce............. It's alright though - I wouldn't categorize this girl as being a great love - but she did change a few things...................... On the drive home - I had a lap top - and a few seasons of a show I had NOT even seen one episode of.................. MY partner in crime and his brothers were always big on the humorously eccentric television shows - and so in an attempt to rid myself of those embarrassing moments where they would quote an episode and I would sit there dumbstruck in awe at how they sounded hilarious and I would never be able to comprehend "WHAT THE HELL THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT" ----- I asked to borrow one of their "seasons"....... This being one of their DVD box sets of a television series I had never seen............ And what they gave to me was.................... "Scrubs".....

This under rated sitcom has been the bain of a few of my close friends lives........ But to Jordan and I ---- and of course his family - this show has been the humour to which our lives really thrive from..... Sure we all have our original sense of play - but this was the starting point for me.

I wasn't old enough to drink - God bless me for that - even though at a high school finishing age - especially in Scarborough "Toronto" Ontario - I had - had my fair share of alcohol - I turned to a hysterical television sitcom called "Scrubs"...............

This became my LIFE! haha I would stay up late watching episodes... By the time I got into it - the 5th season was about to come out on dvd. I think I watched almost the first two seasons on the way home from dropping her off...

The humour and sense of reality and common emotions I shared with the lead characters kept me in a sane place of depression ..... I knew it was the end of my relationship - I really did. Hence why it was easy for me to go searching for love elsewhere after it had all ended.

But the next one (One being the next girl I dated) -- was great with this new obsession of mine.... "Scrubs" had become my only sense of relief..... Sure I had friends - and of course this girlfriend - but Scrubs brought me back to a happier place I felt - a place where I saw myself and my "partner in crime" really thrive off humour and life.......... This new girlfriend would remind me -- she would always know when I was watching Scrubs and not to bother me - or when I was missing Scrubs for her...... She was happiest then - and of course I thank her for those times.

And as a year and a bit passed - that time ended with her - and months later I had begun seeing someone new.... Someone who I will not expand on...... Not because it/SHE is still fresh in my mind - but rather it is a whole other story.... a whole other dream.

And skipping past that - I was still intense with this show... Over the writers Strike - and the RANDOM change in hair styles that the one actor went through -(unfortunately because of continuity errors through editing and programming) the show had become to be something of a drag....... The episodes began to be less entertaining and too much into "trying to release something on time" - but - I wouldn't stop watching.......

This finale season was a transition for the characters.......... The lead guy J.D - being with his "Dream Girl" really reflected how I wanted my life to be.......... And after a ton of AWFUL episodes where they introduced their new characters to carry on the "scrubs" name - there were a few episodes that truly embodied what made me love this show.

I don't know if it was the childish humour between the two lead best friends "Turk & J.D" or if it were the fact that it was coming to an end - that I sat at the edge of my chair watching as if this was some important presidential speech ---- But it came to tonight......

I taped it having a feeling I may watch it with Mr.Pipher tonight............. and I did........

And I wont lie to you... I am about to go watch it again.... Scrubs - Tonight - at 8 o clock on May 6th 2009 - came to an end - where the lead male "J.D" left the hospital...........

Sure they can carry on the sitcom with their new characters --- but this was the end for me... I wont follow it.....

And - as I begun to watch this show to forget the pains of my past and move on - I have oddly learned a lot from this television show...... I honestly DO NOT watch TV !!! I watch this show and "The Office" - but other then that NO dice... I do other things with my time like exercising - playing on my uke - writing - or telling myself "You know how that tastes like " DO NOT" eat that un fresh processed food that is unhealthy for you"...............

It was an emotional night for me.... Saying goodbye to people as if they were my friend for the last few years...... And coming to see that the ending of their run - still resembled the life that I still try to embody today......

Happiness - Humour - and Love.......... That's all I need or want..... What else is there?

We live in the Freshest of times............... There have been world wide problems forever..... Don't act like we are different from the rest of history.......... Let's try to reach for the stars as we have always tried to do............... Who said that a song goes out of date when a new song comes out?

What ever makes you happy is ALL you need........... You don't need to look past your own backyard if what really brings you joy is the sun beaming down on you as you read a book amongst the grass and the birds and the bee's.............

"I'd rather have an afternoon relaxin in the sand" if I could stay in this blissful happiness forever.

Embrace what you have while it lasts........ Stay thankful...... Gratitude is the best attitude ;)

see you soon

-pJ

(ps..... Sometimes you just need to accept the end..... "/" that picture was taken at Halloween a year and a half ago -- I look nothing like that now haha I was dressed up like "J.D" --- Yeahhh you love it ;D )

John Hancock

So here's the thing.

I am pJ Boyd. Patrick, James (the bullet) Boyd.......... hahaha - no bullet.... BUT wouldn't that be cool?

Or how about - PJay the Rain in Spain Boyd!!! OUI OUI?! --- They speak dutch in Spain right?


But over the years - and when I say years I mean the entirety of my life - I have been given nicknames. Going into Kindergarten I was just simply - Patrick Boyd. The young cute - short little white boy whom has dimples that could melt your ice cream into a cup - re freeze itself - and then be in my hand to eat it and then of course have it drop on the floor as I do a child's single tear in the most adorable way possible at people wanting to cuddle me from my pain.


Then of course - come SENIOR Kindergarten - my father - picking me up on the odd days - yet oddly ALWAYS sticking out in my mind - called me PJ............ That's where it came from... Sure sure any monkey or junky could think up calling me PJ after hearing my full name had "Patrick James" in it! BUT - it was me being let out into the small courtyard all fenced up for us young-ens and me running up to my father (Gord) and him simply reaching out and saying "Hey PJ!!" Who knows - it could have been one of those "I don't care what "the woman" wants to call him - this boy will be a hockey playing Man's man! And I will call him what I want and have him love it too! PJ, it is!!!" - But of course all though I've stuck with the name - I hardly watch sports enough to love it - I train and study in Musical Theater - and I own about every chick flick known to man....ahemm.... Woman......


But that's where PJ is from. I think that's why it never faded. Sure, it's a fun name - not to many people go by it. But for me - there is a bit more significance to it then just simply being a way to sign my name.


Which oddly enough for those who know me - KNOW- that I sign my name - P@ Boyd.... But in a nicer way. The "@" overlapping the "P" and the Boyd being as messing as a greasy 14 year old boys hair. BUT that's "how I do".


PJ has been me for my entire life. And as I grew up - and as puberty - and my "apparent" subtle Irish accent hit - it became harder to understand as I introduced myself....


"Hi I'm PJ!"
"Peter?"
"No no, PJ"
"PerrJay?"
"PEEEE - JAAYYY"
"OH! Alright Josh nice to meet you!"
"sighh"


But amidst the confusion - I've cared less - so I have stuck with PJ for my whole life.


And of course this NOW replacing my name of PATRICK - other nicknames for me begun to sprung up like a groundhogs.


One of my earlier ones was "Spade" - hahaha - This was my GRAFFITI name. My good friend whom which I haven't seen in sooo long I hate it (Micheal Valentine) - vacationed together with our family's. (On a side note - know that my family ONLY ever vacationed to Myrtle Beach South Carolina & Disney World Orlando Florida).


So IN one of our Myrtle Beach vacations (we usually do Disney as a solo family - we take out fun at Disney quite seriously) myself and Mike were in the pool. We were unseperable at this point in our lives - and while we had to switch hotels due to tooo much renovation happening in our usual hotel "The Patricia Grand" - we stayed in the "Camalot Hotel" which was brand new that year. BUT in the pool - conversations hit inbetween our competitions of "who can hold their breath under water the longest" or the "what am I saying under water" - we decided to give each other nick names.


He was "Ace"
And I was "Spade"


At the time our friend and still the COOLEST guy I know - who on a side note looks sublty like "Jason Mraz" - my partner in crime diss agrees with me - Matt Donne was into and REALLY great at "Graffitti". And in an attempt to become the next cool gangsta and tag our wicked rad graffitti names everywhere - we gave ourselves these names..... Take in mind I would have only been about 11 - and he was 10.


That faded for us by the time we hit the roads back to Canada.


And then the years past. We both went to Camp - "Ontario Pioneer Camp" - as young kids - and due to me being older - ended first and decided to become a staff member. This "Leader in Training" program (LIT) was a great experience. Although not the "overwhelming spiritual" journey as I thought and was told it would be - NOT due to my leader - whom which I owe soo much of my strength in faith to (matt W.) But it didn't rock my world as I would have hoped it to.


Within this LIT training - you go on a canoe trip with a small percentage of the people doing the training. This is done to of course to bring the groups closer together - to open them up in a small group and get them comfortable to grow in both a spiritual and of a stronger and more stable way to take care of children at the young ages of 16/17.


The first nickname I got was - "Che". This was my FAVORITE thing ever! haha. This came around a little oddly. Within this 3/4 day Canoe trip I ALWAYS sat in "The Princess Seat". Now to those of you who are not the "survivor" type - "the princess seat" is the seat right at the front of the canoe. Pretty much the seat which needs the less amount of effort while rowing. hahaha. I was very comfortable up there. Of course this was noticed. Not hard not to. And our "tripper" the one of course Trained to canoe us around safely - thought it'd be funny to call me "Princess"........ "yeaaahhhh thats not happening" hahaha. So as cool as that COULD(?) have been - she suggested "Princhepessa" - (apologies if I spelt it wrong) - but this was "Princess" in Italian.... She had just spent a year in Italy.... Go figure.... But "Princhepessa" was a little toooo long for a name - so she shortend it down to "Che".


I went by "Che" for the rest of our trip and for the rest of our "LIT" training. But of course my great friend and fearless leader Matt "rev" W. Was on a mission to name me something better. How could I not let him? He meant a lot to me and this meant a lot to him - soo this was happening. And amidst all the names I could have been called - ALONG with his obsession (and I mean obsession) with the movie "Top Gun" and naming people from that movie - He knighted me as "Hollywood".


This worked perfectly due to my acting and film studying and knowledge.


That's my name every summer as I go up to camp. "hollywood" - I love it and it will always be a part of me in both THAT significant way - and because in many ways I'm just a straight up DIVA! hahaha.


And now - as I sign my name - I think it loooooks a lot cooler - to write my name as pJ. hahaha I know I know REALLY lame...... I personally think it looks a lot cooler than PJ. But to be a bit more DEEPER I spell it as soo to SOMEWHAT symbolise the capitol "J" holding up the "P"...... Now for my partner in crime who will read this later - DO NOT get all cocky with me - but I like to think that "J" holds me up when I'm down. And the way the J scoops the rounded end of a lower case "p" I think it works great...................... yeaaahhhh shut up hahaha.


But this is me. This is who I am...... Now among the few stories that I seem to repeat to my dearest friend Jackie Jay allll the time over and over again to show how crappy my memory is - FOR THE LIFE OF ME - I am terrible with names....... Names that are not mine of course :



-Mission 22- Timone: "Oh, whats in a name!?"


I have always been really bad at names. I never thought I was. I just assumed I was pretty stellar - BUT - as of late I have noticed more and more that I really am just getting out of hand with the lack of names I know.


On weekends I work as a Film/Photography teacher to rich children whom parents want rid of them in the morning - and although I work with these children during 9 week periods at a time - I have told them straight off - "Although you may learn something - and remember these classes always - I probably will not know your name next weekend. Or the next." - I even do this in the summer time when I work at a Film Camp where I see these children non stop every day for weeks at a time - I DO NOT remember too many of them.... Now this isn't because I do not care about these children or watch out for them......... But Jimmy is called Paul by the end of the week - the short little black kid who called me "dumb dumb" is then named "night at the museum" - and the short sad looking girl is named "eeyore". When I am at "OPC" being a camp councilor I seem to be a tad better at remembering kids names because of the HOURS and HOURS with them non stop - eating beside them - sleeping in the next bunk - and FORCING them to at LEAST jump in the lake to get some sort of batheing before their parents pick them up at the end of the week!!!


But not just children - no more than - YESTERDAY - was I introducing myself to some really stellar people whom I will be working with this summer - But within 5 minutes I couldn't even point out to you who they were. Sigh.... I don't know if that was just simply I couldn't remember - OR - I'm just a jerk..... But if I saw them I know I would be able to be like ..... "HEY.....You!"..... But thats about it.


Call me what you will. I know I know - I should try harder - and I will. This is my mission - this is my "What's in a name" mission where I will try to be better at remembering names - especially those of who I will be working with the ENTIRE summer. It's going to happen..... And please to those of you who don't see me too often try and contact me and say - "HEY! Who am I!?" For starters it'll say who you are as I get the messege - so it'll be of no use - and secondly I will probably ask to see your wallet.


So my mission is clear - I will remember you ALLLL...... Slash - see a TON of really cool wallets.


signed..................... you know..........ahem.