I figure i'll post on here, cause I'm too scared to post this on facebook.
WHY do i even try?
I mean...I was in plays in High school, I thought i knew what I was doing. But, I can't even get ONE lousy callback? Why the fuck am I even doing this anymore. Why did I waste 3 years of my college on this major if NOTHING is going to come of it.
I'm a failure.
I'm useless.
I'm pathetic.
I'm Jim Banta.
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Monday, November 29, 2010
Dream a Dream
Dreams are weird. I mean, I rarely dream, I also rarely sleep being the guy I am. (it sucks). Today I actually got to nap for about two hours. Right before napping, we were having a conversation about dreaming in Failchat (local skype chat).
Here's a link to spend some time with http://www.psychologydegree.net/2010/10/04/16-facts-about-sleep/
Made me think. I announced I don't dream I must be weird... Ironically I had two dreams after this conversation.
First one I wasn't aware of it being a dream at the time. I was still laying on the futon with my computer, but someone else was in the room with me. She was laying next to me talking, we chatted for a good while and then I disappeared off into my second dream.
I was in a classroom. It looked maybe like Robert bell-esque. The feeling I got was first week of school. We were sitting in a circle on the floor. A group of maybe 10 students and the teacher. there were papers next to me (class list, folder with my name on it surprisingly, and other random objects). From what I remember, it was an English Dream-writing course. You could write whatever you felt like writing. I began to recognize familiar names on the papers that were in my folder, the teacher (female) had short blonde hair and the person next to the teacher was a younger version of an old friend from what it looked like. The last words i heard was "PAPER" mouthed from my friend as i fogged away from the dream.
I'll leave you with what inspired my title good ol' captain Jack
Here's a link to spend some time with http://www.psychologydegree.net/2010/10/04/16-facts-about-sleep/
Made me think. I announced I don't dream I must be weird... Ironically I had two dreams after this conversation.
First one I wasn't aware of it being a dream at the time. I was still laying on the futon with my computer, but someone else was in the room with me. She was laying next to me talking, we chatted for a good while and then I disappeared off into my second dream.
I was in a classroom. It looked maybe like Robert bell-esque. The feeling I got was first week of school. We were sitting in a circle on the floor. A group of maybe 10 students and the teacher. there were papers next to me (class list, folder with my name on it surprisingly, and other random objects). From what I remember, it was an English Dream-writing course. You could write whatever you felt like writing. I began to recognize familiar names on the papers that were in my folder, the teacher (female) had short blonde hair and the person next to the teacher was a younger version of an old friend from what it looked like. The last words i heard was "PAPER" mouthed from my friend as i fogged away from the dream.
I'll leave you with what inspired my title good ol' captain Jack
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Open Eyes
I took these pictures the other day before I left for Elkhart from Muncie. I forgot exactly what I did, but this is a perfect example of the kind of tweeking that I do on my camera every time I go to a new place.
From another point of view, this reminds me of how things look like when you are barely waking up. Your eyes are so out of focus those first few seconds of your consciousness that it's hard to tell what you're looking at exactly.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
WHAT HAPPENED!?
Apparently, all of here at sidequesting have forgotten to sidequest XD
Don't blame us. Thanksgiving break draws near and so does Finals Week o_O
Don't blame us. Thanksgiving break draws near and so does Finals Week o_O
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