<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:30:26.027-08:00</updated><category term='Summer Camp'/><category term='Classes'/><category term='Oklahoma'/><category term='The secret'/><category term='To Kill a Mockingbird'/><category term='Theatre'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Catch up'/><category term='Noises Off'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='London'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='love life'/><category term='Hale'/><category term='frustrations'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Context Sensitive</title><subtitle type='html'>My life and what I love around me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-1859894404336328585</id><published>2011-06-02T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T14:18:16.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting blows.</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling down lately. I haven't been getting cast lately which hurts. I want to be better. I want to be so good people can't help but cast me. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-1859894404336328585?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/1859894404336328585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2011/06/casting-blows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/1859894404336328585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/1859894404336328585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2011/06/casting-blows.html' title='Casting blows.'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-8288882398170228158</id><published>2011-04-15T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T01:45:33.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I prayed</title><content type='html'>Today was strange to say the least. I didn't have a good one, I stressed all day about everything and didn't do as well as I wanted in any of them. Then when I tried to explain it to the people around me I get overcome and can't explain how truly disappointed I am in myself, so no one thinks its a big deal. I think it's a big deal and I wanted support, so I get quiet and upset. On the way home I drove by the temple and I prayed, and I know someone was listening. They understood, they felt for me, for my situation and I know it is going to be better. I began to drive home and the song "Let it Be Me" came on and it confirmed that someone knows it was a rough day. Tomorrow is going to be better, I am putting it out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-8288882398170228158?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/8288882398170228158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2011/04/today-i-prayed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/8288882398170228158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/8288882398170228158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2011/04/today-i-prayed.html' title='Today I prayed'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-5232723682259500512</id><published>2011-03-15T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T13:07:11.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling disappointed lately. I am disappointed in how people treat one another. I am disappointed in how I have been treated. I think it is inappropriate for a professor to talk to and about me the way they did.   I am even disappointed in my lack of a love life. I just want it all to go away. I want to have a great summer. I want to get into The Hit at HTCO ( there is a really good part for me.) I want to love someone. I want to lose some weight, and frankly, I don't want to be disappointed. SO, following the Law of Attraction, here it is world, I am putting it out there: I want to be Steve in the Hit (do-able,) I want to find someone who is a match with me, I want to be a success. All of my goals from now on will be towards theses directions. Thanks for listening&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-5232723682259500512?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/5232723682259500512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2011/03/disappointment.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/5232723682259500512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/5232723682259500512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2011/03/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-8179155720659002920</id><published>2011-01-14T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T19:15:48.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>Un-loveable</title><content type='html'>Pardon me while I take a trip to depressed town.... Do you ever feel un-loveable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been lately, I don't know why the pieces aren't working the way I want them to but they aren't. I try. You really don't have to read this if you don't want to, I am writing it down just to get it out. It's just not working for me. Not now anyway. I hate being a grown up and I wish things just worked out like they used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider me Purged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TTERSRs9GJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ppjIfuxAQxY/s1600/y1pEd7f9Q-oZiw5bacVD7oAI1bmloiKvZcVPEpxcCWcfcW1TUOc1z2MFtC2vGP3dSf8JaS1A8ZEVFc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TTERSRs9GJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ppjIfuxAQxY/s320/y1pEd7f9Q-oZiw5bacVD7oAI1bmloiKvZcVPEpxcCWcfcW1TUOc1z2MFtC2vGP3dSf8JaS1A8ZEVFc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562246020466546834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/theoneporter/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-8179155720659002920?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/8179155720659002920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2011/01/un-loveable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/8179155720659002920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/8179155720659002920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2011/01/un-loveable.html' title='Un-loveable'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TTERSRs9GJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ppjIfuxAQxY/s72-c/y1pEd7f9Q-oZiw5bacVD7oAI1bmloiKvZcVPEpxcCWcfcW1TUOc1z2MFtC2vGP3dSf8JaS1A8ZEVFc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-5730004113655229313</id><published>2010-12-30T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T14:11:58.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>This is why I shouldn't read...</title><content type='html'>I was pretty excited for Christmas this year because I asked for a Nook. I learned on my trip to London that taking books everywhere is really hard to do. I ended up leaving some of the books I bought for the trip in London, which upset me. When this year's Holiday season came around I knew I was going to ask for a Nook. Well, I got one and I downloaded my first book (futuristic, right?) I am very disappointed to say it is probably the WORST book I have ever read... so much for a good streak. Oh, Well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-5730004113655229313?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/5730004113655229313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-why-i-shouldnt-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/5730004113655229313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/5730004113655229313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-why-i-shouldnt-read.html' title='This is why I shouldn&apos;t read...'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-2902934360977491663</id><published>2010-12-17T13:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T13:23:57.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am good person</title><content type='html'>Another Semester is over and I couldn't be happier. I think I have found what I want to be when I grow up: a good person.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that may sound stupid to you, but in fact its true. I mean, of course, if I grew up to be an okay person it would be... okay, but recently I decided all I want is to be a man people look up to. I say this because I have thought about my life and all that stuff, and really I just want to be a good person. I don't want to decide specifics, does that make me a bad person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-2902934360977491663?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/2902934360977491663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-good-person.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/2902934360977491663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/2902934360977491663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-good-person.html' title='I am good person'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-5438513542627931288</id><published>2010-12-13T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:00:24.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Sparks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; "&gt;But I promise you this,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always look out for you.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-5438513542627931288?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/5438513542627931288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/12/sparks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/5438513542627931288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/5438513542627931288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/12/sparks.html' title='Sparks'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-631046139964577833</id><published>2010-12-10T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:33:18.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noises Off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catch up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oklahoma'/><title type='text'>I have not posted since July, I wonder how many sorry I am a bad blogger posts I have</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get it, I am terrible. Terrible at this thing called blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TQKOauXK29I/AAAAAAAAAMo/DFuOEST9h6Y/s320/sorry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549154280646826962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Well, let me update you on my life and the goings on to partially make up for this: Since getting back from London I have had a whirlwind year. I had some amazing ups and some downs, but most of all I like being where I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TQKM6heeghI/AAAAAAAAAMI/W-O0JfPxrp0/s320/Noises%2BOff%2BDigital.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549152627920372242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Noises Off&lt;/span&gt; at Utah Valley University. That was a difficult experience with me, I felt like we had no direction or purpose on stage. I also felt like I knew how to fix most of the problems and I have been running into this issue a lot. The more hats I start wearing in theatre the harder it is for me not to use all of them on the show I am in. It was hard to be in this show, but I did get the Irene Ryan nomination from the show, so I did good, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TQKM5yzw1iI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xb2hQT7KwO4/s320/slogan.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549152615393187362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 51px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Speaking of KCACTF, I learned that I am also selected to direct in the Student Directing Competition and I am the Student Vice Chair of the festival. I am very proud and happy this came to fruition for me. It will be a busy week in California in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TQKM6B3xVtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CAO2e6mgQVI/s320/Oklahoma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549152619436529362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, I am in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/span&gt; at UVU and I am pretty excited by it. I will say that originally I was terrified of the project, because of some major overhauls we are doing to the script, but now I love it. I have been waiting for rehearsals to come around just because I like it so much. Then a couple of days ago we had some bad news hit our cast, I want it to be okay and better right away, but who knows what will happen with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TQKM7cn2w7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/zbV5UaMBeho/s1600/frustration_duck_hunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TQKM7cn2w7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/zbV5UaMBeho/s320/frustration_duck_hunt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549152643797402546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of frustrations with people I nee to get out. Why are you here? Being a theatre major I know that I cannot possibly imagine how difficult and long the path I am taking will be. That being said, I don't understand people who don't work for things and make excuses. I have been working my tail off all semester, getting my projects and assignments done and then other people think they can excuse their way out of their duties. Its a bad habit that the people around me have fallen in. Not all of them, but some. Also, if you don't want to be here: DON'T. I get so sick and tired of people saying they want to move and saying they don't want to talk about the theatre department and don't want to go to rehearsal. I love doing that stuff, I love that life, I want to be here and prove myself. If everyone did so as well can you imagine the experiences we could create. One last thing: why is it the people who never do their work are the ones who always get rewarded here? Anyway, sorry for the rant... needed to get that off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break. It has been needed all semester, but it is almost here and I can't wait. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TQKM7EnUTGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QVnyTQA2eP0/s320/love1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549152637352692834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My personal life is good. I am going to hang out with this amazing girl over the next few weeks. I hope something comes of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had some worries of late, nothing new, right? The amazing part is I have tried this new thing and it seems to be working. It's called: I don't care. It works so well. If I don't care as much about those things that stress me out they tend to fix themselves. It is genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TQKOFpn-J1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/XuRoaw_SG_0/s320/dr-who.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549153918597867346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New TV show I like: Dr Who. I had been holding off on it because of the use of aliens in it, but it seems that these ones aren't as bad as others. So that is good. I like TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my life is going grand and now you know. I will try and be better at this. TTYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-631046139964577833?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/631046139964577833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-not-posted-since-july-i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/631046139964577833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/631046139964577833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-not-posted-since-july-i-wonder.html' title='I have not posted since July, I wonder how many sorry I am a bad blogger posts I have'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TQKOauXK29I/AAAAAAAAAMo/DFuOEST9h6Y/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-6335537531508452467</id><published>2010-07-20T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:23:46.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>I am here!</title><content type='html'>Well, I made it. Safe and Sound and now I am in London, how cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed after a very long flight, and I hadn't slept well the night before, so I was running on NO sleep. I ate at a local restaurant, which was delicious and we did a walking tour of London. I may have blisters. I love it so far, the city is super interesting. Well, I have to go get ready for class. TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-6335537531508452467?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/6335537531508452467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/6335537531508452467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/6335537531508452467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-here.html' title='I am here!'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-1043718024231729736</id><published>2010-07-18T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T12:22:18.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catch up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Getting you up to speed.</title><content type='html'>Okay, it has been a long time. I know I should have wrote something a lot sooner, but I was having a REALLY busy summer. Okay, now lets start from what you know: To Kill a Mockingbird at the Hale Center Theatre Orem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TENSYRpaS_I/AAAAAAAAALI/gVXBZ9A6M0A/s1600/23969_419338886354_71076466354_5757681_3914733_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TENSYRpaS_I/AAAAAAAAALI/gVXBZ9A6M0A/s320/23969_419338886354_71076466354_5757681_3914733_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495326547329567730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was more than an amazing experience. First off, it is my favorite book, second I got to play the coolest character, Boo. I will always remember standing in line and shaking people's hands. Seeing all of their eyes wet with tears, they were so affected. It was awesome to be a part o a show that was so successful on a stage I had not worked on before. On top of all that, the cast were some of the best people on God's green Earth. I will always love and cherish the experience for as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Summer Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also, on top of my Job and the Hale, worked at the Noorda Theatre Summer Camp for Children. That is probably not the right name but something to that effect. I mostly worked in the Lobby making sure everything was running smoothly, but on top of that I helped teach a few classes. The best was Props by Steve, what a fun class and by the end I wanted to make a sword for myself too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TENSZO8z6QI/AAAAAAAAALg/6uznPSXUY5I/s1600/jayisthesorcerorsapprentice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TENSZO8z6QI/AAAAAAAAALg/6uznPSXUY5I/s320/jayisthesorcerorsapprentice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495326563785500930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TENSY4hgI-I/AAAAAAAAALY/xnLSjk11pEM/s1600/the_road1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TENSY4hgI-I/AAAAAAAAALY/xnLSjk11pEM/s320/the_road1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495326557765379042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently sitting in the home I grew up in, in the computer room, and I have not been able to sleep while here. I do not know why but at night, the slightest thing will make it so I cannot sleep, it is altogether distracting. So, I finished the book I have been reading, The Road. I started this book on the recommendation of a friend, it took me forever to get going on it, but once you get into the book you really cannot stop. This book quickly climbed into one of my favorites,I jut love stories of people trying to do the right thing. I also saw The Sorcerer's Apprentice last night with the family, I generally have this rule when it come to movies, it' super simple, NO NICOLAS CAGE MOVIES. I ignored that rule and paid the consequence. He is just so bad, all his motives are screwy and he himself is not appealing to watch, I liked almost everything else and it was cool seeing Disney magic is a supposed real life type way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TENSZ1Fic0I/AAAAAAAAALo/KdPb1WxnAeM/s1600/london.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TENSZ1Fic0I/AAAAAAAAALo/KdPb1WxnAeM/s320/london.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495326574022652738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TENSYhB-VhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/HSAw0uETigQ/s1600/27545_133731886641796_6417_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TENSYhB-VhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/HSAw0uETigQ/s320/27545_133731886641796_6417_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495326551459124754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am off to London in less than seven hours!!! I am super excited to have such an awesome experience with some pretty awesome people. I have grown to love each of the people on this trip in a way that I didn't know I could. So, yes I will have to update you all from Europe. We are also taking a pretty neat show to London as well, so that will be cool to perform internationally. Wish me Luck or Break a leg! Whichever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-1043718024231729736?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/1043718024231729736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/07/getting-you-up-to-speed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/1043718024231729736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/1043718024231729736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/07/getting-you-up-to-speed.html' title='Getting you up to speed.'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/TENSYRpaS_I/AAAAAAAAALI/gVXBZ9A6M0A/s72-c/23969_419338886354_71076466354_5757681_3914733_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-1495405787284614569</id><published>2010-05-21T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:52:08.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Kill a Mockingbird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>TKAM and London Update.</title><content type='html'>Well all, I had my first show. Huzzah! It was terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time. I felt like my little heart was going to explode. I was 95% clear on everything I need to do, but, it was that five percent that scared the crap out of me. You know, starting out on this was interesting. This group, and myself coming into the process late all added up to a very strange work atmosphere. It was all so clinical, which was the best for me, because I could focus on the basic facts of what I am expected to do. Literally, move here, do that. I did get one moment, one instance where I was able to look at my character and make him what I wanted; David Morgan is the director. I have heard tale of what a genius he is, which is so intimidating to me, anyway, we sat down and talk about why Boo is the way he is. We actually talked about deep character stuff. It was so nice. So, based on that conversation, I had my character. A good person, put in a bad situation who is a little scared and worried about what the world outside his house is made of. The first thing this poor guy sees when he leaves his house is a man terrorizing children, that's a little traumatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S_bjzRaKmHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5NhokC8dNRo/s1600/BooRadley.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S_bjzRaKmHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5NhokC8dNRo/s320/BooRadley.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473812867101399154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S_bj9tCPgTI/AAAAAAAAALA/mrvwbk8_2k8/s1600/dance_addict__flickr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S_bj9tCPgTI/AAAAAAAAALA/mrvwbk8_2k8/s320/dance_addict__flickr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473813046315942194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I was telling Chris today: London is all paid for. Now, I just need to save for some spending money while I'm there. I keep thinking about all the "amazingness" we are going to see and experience. Also, in preparation for the trip I applied for my first credit card and was approved. It was a very quick process, and the guy said I was approved faster than anyone he had seen. I feel so adult about the whole thing. I was talking today with Mrs Emily Bell and she put this thought in my head. What if I got a tattoo in London. Now, I won't do it, but, the thought is on my mind. Especially a white ink tattoo, like Mrs Bell discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S_bj9Ok5hKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/LJwdONA1kp4/s1600/0-london_master.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S_bj9Ok5hKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/LJwdONA1kp4/s320/0-london_master.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473813038139802786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have another show tonight and I will be on every Monday, as well as random days I don't know yet. What can I say? It's one way to put my foot in the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-1495405787284614569?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/1495405787284614569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/05/tkam-and-london-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/1495405787284614569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/1495405787284614569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/05/tkam-and-london-update.html' title='TKAM and London Update.'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S_bjzRaKmHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5NhokC8dNRo/s72-c/BooRadley.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-4209585540924678437</id><published>2010-05-17T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:08:44.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><title type='text'>What a whirlwind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S_Iu3EixtJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DKLd8rEmPV4/s1600/To_kill_a_mockingbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S_Iu3EixtJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DKLd8rEmPV4/s320/To_kill_a_mockingbird.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472488020855862418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know, I am not the best at this blogging thing, but I have decided that I will only blog when I have the urge. This week has been crazy. First off, BIG NEWS PEOPLE: I was just cast in a show at Hale Center Theatre Orem. Namely, To Kill a Mockingbird. Which is pretty cool because its one of my favorite books. I just love the story. Fun little fact, The reason I love the story so much is because it taught me a big life lesson: People are only evil until you get to know them. Knowing why someone does something you don't like makes you understand them so much more. Anyhoo, pardon the tangent there, but I will be playing Boo Radley. I would like to tell you I got the part because I am so talented, but, I really got it because the actor needed a double and I kinda resemble the part. I am still excited, none the less. I will post pictures of my first night, which is this Thursday. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-4209585540924678437?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/4209585540924678437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-whirlwind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/4209585540924678437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/4209585540924678437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-whirlwind.html' title='What a whirlwind.'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S_Iu3EixtJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DKLd8rEmPV4/s72-c/To_kill_a_mockingbird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-5779607154491914243</id><published>2010-05-06T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T06:17:33.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on life right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S-LBWiNog0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/4VuahwXVv04/s1600/97683930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S-LBWiNog0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/4VuahwXVv04/s320/97683930.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468145490466472770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to get a little real here. I need to say some things that I have recently realized. I hold myself up. I know that may not mean a lot to you, but it was a big deal for me to realize it. I hold myself up, as in, I hold my legs and my arms out and hope to prop myself up(in the metaphoric sense). Emotionally and professionally I have believed the phrase "Fake it until you make it." I do this because then I control when I fall. I give up. It is my choice whether to fail or not and that makes it not a big deal. I think that it has been my life philosophy to not allow people to see me fall. It works, it really does. People don't see you fail unless you want them to, but it is tiring. I am so tired. I put on this mask of control and happiness and I am not. I am not happy because I overly control my connections with others. I don't know who is a real friend or who I really care about or, for that matter, who really cares about me. All this is my doing. I have created false connections with people that feign to care because it is easier for them to fake with me than to not. Im sorry. This may be going over your head, but I think it is important for me to put this out there. Do you know what its like to not want to go to bed because your afraid of what you will dream about and then to not want to get up because you will have to face the day and, again, hold yourself up? I'm tired. Tired of holding myself up. So, I am not going to anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-5779607154491914243?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/5779607154491914243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts-on-life-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/5779607154491914243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/5779607154491914243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts-on-life-right-now.html' title='Thoughts on life right now'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S-LBWiNog0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/4VuahwXVv04/s72-c/97683930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-8492966105007972502</id><published>2010-04-15T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T13:08:35.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flickering; Glimmer of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;Recently, I had the pleasure of watching Lelani Productions' latest creation: A Flickering. Written by Melissa Larson and directed by Heidi Hathaway, this show has taken on quite a task in the Utah Valley theatre realm. Producing a new work and hoping for the best would be hard for anyone, but doing so here in the world of repetitive musical remakes seems only to resemble the tale of David and the Goliath. Which like David, they have slayed the pretenses of putting on a new show.  Characters were relate-able, and for a new story the stakes were surprisingly high. The technical aspects of the show were shockingly good, so much so that I forgot I was in the Provo Theater, which is known for it's spacing issues. Acting was appropriate and at moments even breathtaking. This show not only exceeded my expectations, but left me wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking into the theater I was met by a group of people that seemed to have a low energy.  It was rainy that day and the spirits were dismal. This concerned me, because as any theatre goer knows the audience makes or breaks the show depending on their mood that night.  The people were eventually let in and were greeted by a black stage covered in what looked like plastic. All of it cut to resemble film strips which were lining the stage in it's entirety. There was one single tripod movie camera center stage, and a lone piano off house right. Soon, that piano was playing the sounds of a 1910 movie theater. The musician was wearing what looked like her Sunday best and would every so often eat popcorn from atop her piano.  This all created a very specific mood for myself and the formerly lethargic audience, we knew what we were were to expect and I was excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play opens with Max, a straight to the point and no nonsense gal, directing a silent film. Her cast consists of her best friend, Sam, and an actor who is there for not much else but to be the male lead in the movie. Also on stage, the cinematographer/camera man, Howard.  They are shooting what Max thinks will be her big break. Over the next couple scenes we were introduced to the girls and their relationship. The best of friends, these women seem to do everything together, yet, want completely different things. Max is ambitious and wants to make movies, and even more noble: she wants to bring art to film in America. Max is convinced her movie needs a nude scene, but her moral conscious partner in crime, Sam, will not do it.  Sam is a neighborhood actress that lives with her Jewish uncle and wants little more than to find a guy and get married, much to Max's disgust.  After learning about the girls Howard approaches a movie executive, Baron, and sells the movie to him without Max or Sam's knowing.  The girls go to a movie one day and much to their surprise they see their own movie on the screen. Max and Sam are furious, but for different reasons. Sam is upset because their was a nude scene in the movie she did not shoot. We later learn Max used herself as a body double for the scene. Max, in contrast, is upset because the movie company edited the movie wrong and the story doesn't make sense. They split ways. Max goes to the movie company and convinces Baron to hire her to fix the movie and make future ones. Sam is shunned by her conservative community and uncle. When it is time to make a new movie Sam is convinced to come join the movie company and start on the new movie. The new movie is shot down and the company decides to move to California, without Max and with Sam. We are left with little else than a goodbye at the train station, the two women both getting what the other wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The script was impressive to say the least. I was particularly in awe when it came to the structure and stakes. This was serious to the characters, even though it was so trivial. In other words, I quite enjoyed the emotional ride, if you will. I did want/need a few more things from the script, for instance, when Max is told she is being left behind by the company she has a monologue that she beat at brick walls and all she was now was bloody, a great metaphor for how hard she had to fight to get into the “biz”.  The only thing is I never saw Max have to try too hard to get into the movie business and I wanted that, something that showed who she was and why she was and why she tried so hard in the first place. I will admit the ending is straight to the point: suddenly it's goodbye. For how hard Max had to try she kind of gave up too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The design of the show was hit or miss for me. The plastic set design by itself had me feeling the show would be cheap. Costumes by Dove Grimm were a sleeper hit. I say that because, at first, I was so frustrated that everyone was wearing yellow or black. Then, about halfway through, I took off my idiot cap and put one and one together; the design is based after black and white or sepia movies. Nice work. The lights by Mike James can be described in a simple phrase, “pretty lights.” In fact, the lights made the set design spring to life, so much so that I almost forgot the set was made of plastic cut outs. Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directing was mostly spot on. The casting, blocking and concept of the show were pretty much never distracting, and almost always enhanced the show. I was only disappointed by two things. One, the climatic scene when Baron tells Max she is fired was rushed and, well, less than climatic. For some reason, Max exits while she is still fighting her unemployment/loss of her dream. Seriously, she walks off while still saying the line. This created a weak moment for me rather than the strength I think they were going for. I wanted to see her realize she was not getting anywhere and had no other choice but to leave. The other directing issue I had was with the transitions. The piece is written very episodic; the show stops in-between the scenes.  A problem for energy and pacing with any directing, right? Yes, so they have added this sub-plot between Baron's assistant and the piano player. It was cute, but it got too big for it's own good and people started paying more attention to that than the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acting quality was ranged, but their principal actors were all great. Emily Bell as Max tackles the show with such energy and life that you know you stop and listen to her every word. I wanted to know about her, why she was the way she was and where she came from. Carrie Joslin as Sam added a certain charm and pragmatic feel to he character that I greatly appreciated. I loved the juxtaposition between the two of them, it created a reason for them to need each other. Another nod of appreciation should go to Daniel Anderson. Playing the Baron was an interesting choice, since generally I think the Baron would be played older and meaner. Daniel used his strengths and played this character very real to himself, great job. Some of the other actors, unfortunately, were very indulgent in themselves. When I say that, I mean it pretty much felt like they were trying to show the audience how good they were at emotions. Instead, it came off as overacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night got me thinking about sexism, friendship and self-worth. All themes that this production addresses. I encourage anyone to see this production and have a discussion after about what themes resonated with yourself and the friends you bring. A Flickering plays through Monday, April 19th (Thu/Fri/Sat) at 7:30 PM with a 2-for-1 matinee available on Saturday. Tickets are $10-12 and can be purchased at the door or online at ProvoStage.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-8492966105007972502?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/8492966105007972502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/04/flickering-glimmer-of-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/8492966105007972502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/8492966105007972502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/04/flickering-glimmer-of-hope.html' title='A Flickering; Glimmer of Hope'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-7542166572604340163</id><published>2010-04-03T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:06:10.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to think I am terrible at blogging, but, I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fair weathered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that now my fight with the Virginia records office is over. I finally got my replacement birth certificate. Now to get my passport for LONDON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-7542166572604340163?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/7542166572604340163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/04/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/7542166572604340163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/7542166572604340163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/04/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-5676760512739541938</id><published>2010-03-04T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:53:41.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oscars are about 3 days away! My Picks</title><content type='html'>3 days! and I have to work. LAME. I have predictions though. I am so excited about this year, it should be a very interesting run. I knew the nominations before they were announced, not really a surprise in the bunch. For the sake of your boredom I'm only posting the ones that I know anything about. There are some category's that I have no clue about, but I still guess. It's fun. Mostly the shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading Actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeff Bridges in “Crazy Heart”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Clooney in “Up in the Air”&lt;br /&gt;Colin Firth in “A Single Man”&lt;br /&gt;Morgan Freeman in “Invictus”&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Renner in “The Hurt Locker”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Bridges is my pick because he did very well, in fact the only reason I would watch Crazy Heart again. Also, I feel that this year the Academy is not focusing on men. They are really watching the women this year. He is definitely not going to have the acclaim Mickey Rourke had with his win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supporting Actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Damon in “Invictus”&lt;br /&gt;Woody Harrelson in “The Messenger”&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Plummer in “The Last&lt;br /&gt;Station”&lt;br /&gt;Stanley Tucci in “The Lovely Bones”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christoph Waltz in “Inglourious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Basterds”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this one may be more personal than any of the others. This movie is exactly what it should have been and Christoph was so so so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading Actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sandra Bullock in “The Blind Side”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Mirren in “The Last Station”&lt;br /&gt;Carey Mulligan in “An Education”&lt;br /&gt;Gabourey Sidibe in “Precious: Based&lt;br /&gt;on the Novel ‘Push’ by Sapphire”&lt;br /&gt;Meryl Streep in “Julie &amp;amp; Julia”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the category that I am the MOST confused about. I will always ultimately side with the fact that the Academy really likes fairytales and darlings getting the award.  I mean Meryl could take it, but people wouldn't feel as good voting for her as they would Sandra. Or in a crazy turn of events Carey Mulligan could get it because that performance was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supporting Actress&lt;br /&gt;Penélope Cruz in “Nine”&lt;br /&gt;Vera Farmiga in “Up in the Air”&lt;br /&gt;Maggie Gyllenhaal in “Crazy Heart”&lt;br /&gt;Anna Kendrick in “Up in the Air”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mo’Nique in “Precious: Based on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Novel ‘Push’ by Sapphire”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean people have been practically telling her she has won. Mo'Nique does deserve it, though. I mean "wow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animated Feature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coraline&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic Mr. Fox&lt;br /&gt;The Princess and the Frog&lt;br /&gt;The Secret of Kells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I get it. I know. I am picking very commercially. You don't like it. It's okay. I actually wouldn't vote this way either, but I am predicting not voting, and Up was an amazing movie. I feel like maybe people are getting sick of voting Pixar, but I don't think it will affect the awards this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art Direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus&lt;br /&gt;Nine&lt;br /&gt;Sherlock Holmes&lt;br /&gt;The Young Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar HAS to win this. I mean this is the reason (IMO) that Avatar was even nominated for Best Picture, because the movie was so pretty to look at. I mean sure, the Academy has LOVED period movies in the past, but Young Victoria, with all her pretty dresses and antiquated look with modern filming cannot compare to Avatar and it's following. Besides, Atonement did it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinematography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hurt Locker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inglourious Basterds&lt;br /&gt;The White Ribbon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here it goes. this will be the beginning of the dual between Katheryn and James beginning, well besides who got the house. I think, ultimately, I could have taken MORE pretty images from The Hurt Locker than Avatar. That's why I chose this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costume Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright Star&lt;br /&gt;Coco before Chanel&lt;br /&gt;The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnasus&lt;br /&gt;Nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Young Victoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned before, in Art Direction, that the thing that sticks out about this movie is the costumes! I think this is where it could shine, especially since period movies have won this category 4 out of 5 times. If not we hope for CoCo before Chanel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hurt Locker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inglourious Basterds&lt;br /&gt;Precious: Based&lt;br /&gt;Push’ by Sapphire&lt;br /&gt;Up in the Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun Dun Duuun. Okay, I am drawing the line in the sand and I am staying on the Kathryn side. This movie was one of the best put together pieces I have seen in a long long time. If James Cameron wins I will be one sad panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Film Editing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar&lt;br /&gt;District 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hurt Locker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inglourious Basterds&lt;br /&gt;Precious: Based on the Novel&lt;br /&gt;‘Push’ by Sapphire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this movie was really well put together and never really do you wait for the next scene. Im calling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreign Language Film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajami&lt;br /&gt;El Secreto de Sus Ojos&lt;br /&gt;The Milk of Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Un Prophète&lt;br /&gt;The White Ribbon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say! That this was the HARDEST freaking category to watch movies for. I had to look forever to catch them all. I would agree with this choice and I think the Academy will vote for The White Ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makeup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il Divo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Young Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that by genre alone that Star Trek is the front runner, and on top of that there were some really cool makeup choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Original Score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic Mr. Fox&lt;br /&gt;The Hurt Locker&lt;br /&gt;Sherlock Holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my blog and I will pick who I want!! I think the very idea of the score or the simplicity of it made the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Almost There” from&lt;br /&gt;“The Princess and the Frog”&lt;br /&gt; “Down in New Orleans” from&lt;br /&gt;“The Princess and the Frog”&lt;br /&gt; “Loin de Paname” from “Paris 36”&lt;br /&gt; “Take It All” from “Nine”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“The Weary Kind (Theme from Crazy Heart)”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from “Crazy Heart”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So disney is double nominated for their Princess and the Frog, but one of the problems with the movie was there was not a ballad for Tiana. Had there been one maybe it would of one. The Weary Kind was so close to the characters it's hard not to vote for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visual Effects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;District 9&lt;br /&gt;Star Trek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO QUESTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted Screenplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;District 9&lt;br /&gt;An Education&lt;br /&gt;In the Loop&lt;br /&gt;Precious: Based on the Novel&lt;br /&gt;‘Push’ by Sapphire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up in the Air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I think everyone will throw this movie a bone. It was really quite a great script, if only the movie were better (IMO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Screenplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hurt Locker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inglourious Basterds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Messenger&lt;br /&gt;A Serious Man&lt;br /&gt;Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come one, this story took you to a real place, in history, and completely changed the ending. Did you care? No! You didn't! This script was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar&lt;br /&gt;The Blind Side&lt;br /&gt;District 9&lt;br /&gt;An Education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hurt Locker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inglourious Basterds&lt;br /&gt;Precious: Based on the&lt;br /&gt;Novel ‘Push’ by Sapphire&lt;br /&gt;A Serious Man&lt;br /&gt;Up&lt;br /&gt;Up in the Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know, I am on the slippery slope, but this was the best movie. Stupid Avatar didn't have a story to me. This did. Great Movie and I hope it wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, those are my picks. I think I only didn't know about like 4 awards. Woo! Go Me! Well we will see. Come Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-5676760512739541938?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/5676760512739541938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/03/oscars-are-about-3-days-away-my-picks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/5676760512739541938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/5676760512739541938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/03/oscars-are-about-3-days-away-my-picks.html' title='The Oscars are about 3 days away! My Picks'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-8118835103095474101</id><published>2010-03-02T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:04:21.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can be the US Government Customer Service President, Cause it needs one.</title><content type='html'>OK, so today I woke up and I was sick, but still went to work.  They ended up sending me home early, instead of going home I had to do some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid my deposit for London. Awesome, right? I cannot wait. It just took forever to deal with the cashier. Then I had to start taking the steps to get my passport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I started looking for my birth certificate because I need it for a Passport. Well, I could not find it. Sad day, right? So, I have to apply to get a duplicate. That was a headache of it's own. So, the hospital I was born in has changed name and city it was in. Calling them and figuring out what to put on my application was too damn hard. They were mean. All I wanted to say was,"listen lady, I was born there and all, but I will come through this phone and burn it down if I have to." I didn't say that, but I wanted to. I mean, what happened to service with a smile. I have decided the US Government needs to hire me to be their President of Customer service for all branches of the government. Well turns out I was born in Falls Church. Okay, cool. Then I had to take my request to the post office, because I didn't have any stamps. Well after and HOUR long line I mailed it... and let me tell you. There are some happy people at the post office, not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now it's sent and in 14-16 days I should have my birth certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays memory: Finding out I was "really" born in Falls Church, and the lady without being nice or smiling saying "Congratulations"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-8118835103095474101?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/8118835103095474101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-can-be-us-government-customer-service.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/8118835103095474101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/8118835103095474101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-can-be-us-government-customer-service.html' title='I Can be the US Government Customer Service President, Cause it needs one.'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-6339976558415981496</id><published>2010-02-27T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:35:39.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old times resurfacing.</title><content type='html'>Life is so funny. Sometimes I just sit back and look and I can always see the good things it allows me to have. Last night good friends were in my life. I love them. SURE, sometimes some of them make me want to kill! and there were a few extra people around and some missing. BUT at the end of the day I have good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite moment: sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-6339976558415981496?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/6339976558415981496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/02/old-times-resurfacing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/6339976558415981496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/6339976558415981496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/02/old-times-resurfacing.html' title='Old times resurfacing.'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-5870386347075594045</id><published>2010-02-26T15:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T15:47:05.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classes'/><title type='text'>Today, yea. Classes and Stuff.</title><content type='html'>Today was an interesting day. I went to every class. GO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I haven't told you about my classes. So yea, Stage combat is up first. SC is an interesting class. Definitely, my favorite John class. It is where, he, as a man shines. Before you try and stop me and say "No, Porter, John's Voice and Diction class changed my life." Let me say, you need to do more theatre. Anyway, we laugh and punch each other in the face... what could be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S4hcRtACnnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9_RjZiMmY3g/s1600-h/Stage+combat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S4hcRtACnnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9_RjZiMmY3g/s320/Stage+combat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442701608884543090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there is Scriptwriting.  At first, I was REALLY excited for this class. Now, I am hating it. I like what I have wrote and I like working on it, but I think the professor is very, very outdated and doesn't realize current realities in theatre. I don't believe that every stage play under 120 pages is not a full work, sorry I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S4hcQhP8iZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/btZU11T-Myk/s1600-h/Scriptwriting+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S4hcQhP8iZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/btZU11T-Myk/s320/Scriptwriting+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442701588550158738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, then there is Musical Theatre. I am working on a fifteen minute cutting of a classical show. It is infuriating. Mine is My Fair Lady and Rex didn't sing. Let down.  I can't wait to get to the next assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S4hcQSvlvWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Pe9ZChEqNIw/s1600-h/musical+theatre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S4hcQSvlvWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Pe9ZChEqNIw/s320/musical+theatre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442701584656350562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there is Theatre for Young Audiences. I think the class would work better if she hadn't allowed EVERYONE to join. I mean EVERYONE! There are too many people and too many side conversations happening at all times. I cannot focus so I tune out or ask 1000 questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S4hcR__Z27I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xbdwXwS8pA4/s1600-h/TYA_Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S4hcR__Z27I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xbdwXwS8pA4/s320/TYA_Logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442701613982145458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those are my classes. I am sure it sounds like I am bitching, but I am not I just cannot wait to see the benefits of what I am learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to a better and much more fun topic. Today, Dan, Kristi and I were talking to Ashley about how awesome London will be for us. I got super excited. Then, I think, we convinced Jamie to go! I am sure this will be THE YEAR to go. Need to get passport and pay for program! HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S4hdXCmTJoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oiG8u_6Rreo/s1600-h/London.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S4hdXCmTJoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oiG8u_6Rreo/s320/London.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442702800093128322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, So, I saw this movie. I thought I was going to hate it. I went because Ashley needed someone there with her. I sat and watched this movie. One of, if not, the best movie I have seen. Shutter Island. It was so amazing. I can not believe how much this movie touched me. Go see it, then find me and we will have a conversation about how awesome it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S4hcRN6kxQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/B74B0FF4UCU/s1600-h/ShutterIslandPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S4hcRN6kxQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/B74B0FF4UCU/s320/ShutterIslandPoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442701600540116226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright then, don't know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite moment of today: reconnecting with Julie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-5870386347075594045?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/5870386347075594045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-yea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/5870386347075594045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/5870386347075594045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-yea.html' title='Today, yea. Classes and Stuff.'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S4hcRtACnnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9_RjZiMmY3g/s72-c/Stage+combat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-345818866173986126</id><published>2010-02-25T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:10:12.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catch up'/><title type='text'>OK I Know Im sorry.</title><content type='html'>I get it,&lt;br /&gt;I am terrible at blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I can work on it, but I can't be held to impossible standards Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what to talk about? So much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URINETOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show was a great experience. I was a supporting character which was a lot of fun. I played a cooked senator. Cool, right? It was a blast working with Dave and such an awesome cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S4cCvkR0P-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/GDbPZuTz46Q/s1600-h/Urinetown+me+and+Julie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S4cCvkR0P-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/GDbPZuTz46Q/s320/Urinetown+me+and+Julie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442321690916044770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I competed at KCACTF and did pretty dern well if I don't say so myself. I screwed up my slate.  The thing you say before your scene " Hi  my name is Jacob Porter and I will be performing a scene from Moon Over Buffalo by Ken Ludwig." My was like that and more studdering, and then I forgot to say who the play was by and I screamed it at them HAHAHA. Oh well, people say it was endearing and some Grad schools clearly remembered me so HA. I also participated in a staged reading of a play for an author there. It was about the negative effects of DDT, for children. The play was beautiful and heart warming. I think it was very well received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S4cCu9ixfII/AAAAAAAAAJg/1bOlPGIDO1k/s1600-h/Staged+reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S4cCu9ixfII/AAAAAAAAAJg/1bOlPGIDO1k/s320/Staged+reading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442321680518184066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONDON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going on study abroad to London this summer.  CANT FREAKING WAIT. I am so excited to go on such an awesome trip with awesome people, and hopefully, learn a lot of theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE REST OF THE STUFF AND OVER ALL CATCH UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, socially I have been feeling at odds with a lot of people. Genuine connections I feel are deteriorating. I don't know why but I am having trouble putting my frown upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, well they hurt. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I need something, but I don't know what. You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well that is my catch up for you... I will try and be better about this blog thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-345818866173986126?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/345818866173986126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/02/ok-i-know-im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/345818866173986126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/345818866173986126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2010/02/ok-i-know-im-sorry.html' title='OK I Know Im sorry.'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/S4cCvkR0P-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/GDbPZuTz46Q/s72-c/Urinetown+me+and+Julie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-4436183375826601070</id><published>2009-11-06T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:24:41.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need!</title><content type='html'>How come no one told me my background was failing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling so congested lately.  Not as in the literal my nose is stuffed way but as in I need to perform more.  I know I know, I had the lead in the first show this year but, I am only in one of the performing classes this semester and I am feeling the backlash. I am super stoked about Irene Ryans (Competition for college actors, very cool) and I can't wait to get working.  That's it though and I really want to succeed at doing some acting, you know? I really need to get to performing again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical theater is good, I wish I could learn faster but, alas, I cannot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it. I need to do some serious acting. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-4436183375826601070?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/4436183375826601070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/11/need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/4436183375826601070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/4436183375826601070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/11/need.html' title='Need!'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-7113551426128052383</id><published>2009-10-25T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:42:15.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebel!</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a while but I thought I would update.  School is fun and Charlotte's Web went swimmingly. I am super stressed right now... I need to get a handle on that. Mmk I know its short but I feel like I am rebelling against the whole idea of blogging... HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-7113551426128052383?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/7113551426128052383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/10/rebel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/7113551426128052383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/7113551426128052383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/10/rebel.html' title='Rebel!'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-6899878232228744803</id><published>2009-09-14T03:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T03:08:30.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte's Web</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about Charlotte's Web a lot this week.  Of coarse, most of it is because the show opens this week.  I was thinking about last year and how different this year has been already.  You see, this show has done more for me than anyone will know. The experience has taught me about life's many wonders and as cheesy as it sounds this show has taught me some my most important life lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard the season list for the 2009-2010 season I was coming out of one of the worst school years of my life.  My friends had all changed, I had broken up with my girlfriend that year, leaders I looked up to let me down,  I had been call back for every show that year only to not be cast in any, and not to mention I felt alone.  I was going through a depression.  Not a over done bad made for TV movie depression but rather a to myself depression, almost hidden.  I didn't cry, I just didn't smile either. Then I got a break, I was cast in Elektra. I know that it was a small part in comparison to the lead but I had a great part. I also (in the middle or rehearsals) went to ACTF and I learned a lot about acting just by being there. I was ready to come back and put everything I had learned into the show.  Then it was canceled. I was actually devastated.  The one bone I was tossed that year was taken. I was almost ready to change my major.  I didn't need that, I was ready to really work on the piece I was given: ready to prove myself. Then suddenly my chance was taken. So, I put on my smiling face and continued to go to school. Put my shoulder to the wheel and all that.  I don't know why I just did, kind of just went through the motions. The season list for the next year was officially announced  Charlotte's Web was the first on the list.  Something in myself told me I wanted that part. I wanted to be Wilbur.  I know it sounds so strange but, yes I wanted to be the pig from the beginning. I immediately read the book and a alternate version of the script we ended up using.  Something within me, my acting fire was lit again.  I had a drive to get that part.  I picked out my monologue and was ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At auditions, I rehearsed outside the room like 17 times, which is unusual for me. I remember having to put out all of my nervousness, there was a little voice in my head that just kept saying "this is it, this is everything you want"  I had to get rid of that. I had to keep calm.  When I went into the room with the others auditioning in my flight I was good, calm and collected.  Then I felt it. The temperature of the room was over 300 degrees I am sure. Needless to say, this did not help my nerves.  I auditioned and that was it. I didn't feel anything about how I did.  I didn't know if I had done well or not.  I didn't get much sleep that night.  As it turned out, I was called back.  Awesome.  I felt like " OK, you can do this Jake."  We were instructed that for callbacks we had to make a puppet. Ok, cool right?  So, with my limited sewing knowledge I constructed a pink dinosaur.  At callbacks we all did our original auditions through our puppets and then we were split up into groups and instructed to make a scene with our puppets.  We were told this was to see how we worked in groups. I was in an awesome group, and we pulled it off well.  I went home that night thinking the same thing I had thought the previous. I didn't know how I had done.  I had done the tasks given to me but were they up to par with the others in the room? I definitely did not have the best made puppet. Nor, did I have the best acted monologue. I was worried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night turned into five days.  Five days and no cast list was posted. I was dying to know what the results were. I am fairly sure I have a tumor in my brain from the stress of those five days.  I gave up on the fifth day, convinced they would have us wait another week just to watch us squirm.  I had a meeting with the department chair. I walked into the faculty annex and outside his door I saw a poster with a pig and spider clip art on it.  I made a B-line to the poster.  Before I was within sight range I was summoned by name,  Terry needed to talk to me right then and he was waiting. I headed into his office.  I smiled and nodded the entire time.  I don't think one thing he said stuck, I am sure I was supposed to do something for him and forgot because I was thinking too hard about what was on that cast list. I just thought to myself "If it's not the answer you want, If you're not in the cast at all, don't let them see you upset." Finally, Terry let me leave. ( I am convince to this day he knew and was milking my torture for all it was worth)  I got out into the hall and saw the list "Wilbur - Jacob Porter."  A smile flew onto my face, and I audibly yelled "YES!" I was ready.  I just had to wait 3 weeks for rehearsal to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our first cast meeting, I wasn't completely cognizant of what a big deal this show would become.  We were due to have our first cast read through and I wasn't sure about how it was going to go.  I knew almost everyone in the cast from different times in my life. I had never seen this group of people in the same place and the same time.  We started reading and the only word I can use to describe that read through is magic.  We fell into our roles. As an actor, I knew it would come together as a show at that moment because I knew, at least we would have these connections. Jana Grass was cast as Charlotte and if you knew our relationship before this show, you know it is exactly as it is now.  I have a deep natural respect for her and we have always been able to communicate with each other on deep levels without trying. I could not have asked for a better Charlotte.  I remember at one time during the read through we made eye contact. I don't know why but that was a significant part of this entire experience.  For some reason, we were completely connected when our eyes met and I suddenly knew exactly who she was. I continued to build on that, and I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started blocking the show and that fell into place.  Movement and Voice were a major focus of Chris's directing.  We often focused on those exercises before we did anything else. At the time I was a TA for Chris's Acting 1 class in summer block. I got to see a lot of Chris.  When I was first cast, I would have called Chris a professor.  Now, I call him a friend. Through watching his lessons in his class and rehearsals I soaked up everything he said.  I went back to basics.  Talked the part as pieces rather than as one big character. We worked with a very nice woman named Trish Reading.  She taught me a lot about my breathing choices and really deep acting philosophy I had never heard before. She gave me one comment that stuck to this performance.  She told me my voice was something special, it made Wilbur me and me Wilbur. I hadn't thought of that but, it did. From then on I made distinct acting choices with my voice.  I listened to Chris lecture his class on real acting. Being real. I tried to put that into my performance. I strove to improve Wilbur as much as possible. The last day of rehearsal. I was confident. I had made strong choices. I had put in a lot of effort. I was focused. I was ready to go.  I was proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had a month and a half or so break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back and I was nervous.  I had practiced my lines 3-4 times a week since leaving. I knew them really well but, being out of practice, without the connections for so long had made me worried.  You know the Secret, right? You know positive imaging and all that.  Well the secret has a bitchy step-sister called negative imaging.  If you believe something will fail it will.  Boy, I was failing. I just had it in my head I would never get it back. On top of that, puppets were put into the show and I was realizing that its harder to feel someone else's energy through a puppet or two. Really hard. I felt defeated and I let myself be there for a week.  (Sorry, guys) I took a day off and I just relaxed. I thought about Wilbur. I asked myself why he was the main character.  Why I was cast in this part? What makes him special?  It suddenly hit me. I finally knew what was missing. It was something that I feel I was cast for: my heart. Wilbur has this big heart that he lets anyone into.  I do as well and I had closed that off when I was negative nancy. So that night, I put my heart back into Wilbur and I felt so much improvement I was ready to smack myself for not doing it sooner. So I continued working on that while getting ready for the opening performance.  There was still something wrong.  If the character Wilbur had a battery life I was charged to about 80% I just needed to fix the other 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 20% was my connection with Jana.  It had become hazy while I was working on myself and forcing myself to feel her was not working.  So, I talked to Chris. I really just vented to him and he suggested I added connections in by my physicality.  I tried it and it worked. I was completely happy, and I wad getting new ideas all the time, which hadn't happened since the first round of rehearsals.  Also, I was now feeling Wilbur as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say I was feeling Wilbur I mean the puppet now has this life of his own. I can feel it. I can feel Becca through the puppet and that makes us Wilbur.  I actually said this to Becca. Wilbur connects us.  It is hard for either of us to let go of the puppet as this point, he is like our new baby.  Which I think is awesome.  (Becca, you are awesome to work with)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the ribbon cutting of the Noorda Theatre and Tech day and let me say, those were defining moments for this show. First, seeing the reactions of strangers considering the puppets was awesome. Also, we were prepped for Saturday's tech emotionally by our management, we were told it was going to long, frustrating and hard but, it wasn't. I am sure that it was for Kyle and the rest of stage management not to mentions run crew and lights but, it was a lot of confirmations for me.  Most of all, I knew then that for sure this show will be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot thank everyone who is a part of this show enough.  You all have been awesome to work with. I cannot wait for Thursday because I know that this show will be something I can tell my grandchildren about ;-) Thank-you for being there with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break a Leg guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-6899878232228744803?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/6899878232228744803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/09/charlottes-web.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/6899878232228744803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/6899878232228744803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/09/charlottes-web.html' title='Charlotte&apos;s Web'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-5542813625770336320</id><published>2009-08-10T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T05:30:26.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey all.</title><content type='html'>So I am writing you at the ungodly hour of 6:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am staying up because I couldn't sleep and I have an appointment to get my car door fixed... Awesome, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am trying Twitter again. Like I am making myself dive in head first. Let me just say, the most confusing thing in the world... but it must be amazing because everyone is trying it.  I have no idea what is happening when I am there but I think I like it... heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought of this... I am writing a blog, I mentioned Twitter and I am going to post this to Facebook...I believe this makes me a future man... imagine what the pioneers would say about this craziness that we call social networking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another puppet lesson for C Web, at first I was so frustrated that I couldn't make the puppet move right and the Nat (the awesome creator) could just pick it up and do awesomeness, but after an hour I picked it up. So, that made me excited for the show...even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats about it, I am going to Bear Lake this weekend...I am pretty damn stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will ttyl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite moment:  Sliding down a mountain with Joel, Jyllian and Julie (all J's haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-5542813625770336320?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/5542813625770336320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/5542813625770336320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/5542813625770336320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-all.html' title='Hey all.'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-1180195648588159607</id><published>2009-07-17T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:34:52.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer update!</title><content type='html'>So, yea I know. I am a bad blogger.  I have failed to keep you up on the happenings of my life through what has been an awesome summer.  My life has been blissfully uneventful. I have just been doing a lot of hanging out.  Job, school, theatre, it is all the same as you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome time with the Porter' s at Bear Lake.  Especially just hanging out with my family.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SmEKPDt_hwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FyqTQrrVpYc/s1600-h/me+and+mom+at+bear+lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SmEKPDt_hwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FyqTQrrVpYc/s320/me+and+mom+at+bear+lake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359576285360129794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for the 24th next week.  The Lundgreens are getting together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for Charlotte's Web to start again.  It has been on hiatus for far too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently just cleaned and gutted my room, awesome right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am losing no weight but a lot of inches....haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know it was short but I am sure the fall will prove to have more happenings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SmEKPUakVwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3uo-U3d9W14/s1600-h/Fam+at+madi%27s+grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SmEKPUakVwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3uo-U3d9W14/s320/Fam+at+madi%27s+grad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359576289842059010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging at Bear Lake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-1180195648588159607?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/1180195648588159607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/1180195648588159607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/1180195648588159607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-update.html' title='Summer update!'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SmEKPDt_hwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FyqTQrrVpYc/s72-c/me+and+mom+at+bear+lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-1736761481064265261</id><published>2009-06-09T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:31:35.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C Web Update, licence and epiphany!</title><content type='html'>SO life lately has been very very different for me.  Before I get to all that, lets update you on my life.  We have completely blocked Charlotte's Web which is awesome. I am at that point though where everything blends together and who know what I am doing anymore ha. It is going very well though I cannot wait to actually use these puppets.  I can honestly say that this is probably my top theater experience so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my 21 year old licence today..  I was definitly sad that it says Utah.  It is like a little card that says, "you aren't going back" I am choosing, however, to see this message as "look at where life has taken me". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I let out a lot of emotions I let build up much too long.  Great for it to be off my back, but I now just want to talk about it a lot. Which is a problem heh.  This all started/ happened a long time ago when for some reason I decided that to hide my being and to become a complete robot to professional and business matters.  Slowly, I lost a lot of myself. I stopped joking as much as I used to.  I stopped having fun.  I lost me because it seemed to be the only way for me to move on from my previous relationship and the only way to move forward in the world.  NO MORE.  I will be back.  I will be the Jake that everyone knew. I know that there can be a balance between professional and personal.  Mind you, this epiphany came from me just finally saying to some one.  "I got screwed, and I was pissed and I buried it because I didn't want it to be a big deal."  Those words and subsequentially those actions led to me losing myself, or the fun parts anyway.  I didn't realize by putting myself through a filter would make my life so difficult.  No one says "Tell people how you really feel"  well I guess they do but... they don't mean it.  So now, you will know how I feel at all times because it makes me... not crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know these ramblings mean absolutely nothing to you but I needed to say this.  For me, today was quite profound, because this all came out of nowhere and really from a conversation that didn't have anything to do with this.  Thank you Katie... you listed to this unfold in my mind and sparked this, also you made me realize that one negetive comment from one person is not everyone's opinion and I needed that.  I am saying this next part for me.  I don't need your approval, I don't need your endorsements because I give myself those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, that was my day haha. Who knew that was coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for reading my "Oprah Moment"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-1736761481064265261?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/1736761481064265261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/06/c-web-update-licence-and-epiphany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/1736761481064265261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/1736761481064265261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/06/c-web-update-licence-and-epiphany.html' title='C Web Update, licence and epiphany!'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-8575878384059094699</id><published>2009-05-22T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:21:17.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Home</title><content type='html'>I know, sorry virtual followers I haven't been around for a long time. I am sorry.  It's  not like I even have a good excuse, just busy.  Well so far summer has been grand.  I have been more active in Provo.  More "Outdoorsy" which is good.  I am home right now which has been great. Getting to see my family is awesome.  Who knew that could do wonders for your soul. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rehearsals have started for Charlotte's Web.  I don't know if I told you yet.  I am the lead, I am super stoked.  First lead lead at the college level.  I am so excited for this whole experience.  However, I have been annoyed lately that every-time I say this to someone the don't treat it as a big deal because they imagine me dressed up as a giant pig.  I am not dressing like this pig, its a puppet show people... be excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, sorry I don't have pictures... I don't have my computer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite moment: Joking with my family at dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-8575878384059094699?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/8575878384059094699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/8575878384059094699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/8575878384059094699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-home.html' title='I am Home'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-70940099267019528</id><published>2009-04-10T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:31:39.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pranks, Seniors and Make-up</title><content type='html'>So, its that time again... time to update you all on everything I have been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, April first was somewhat of a episode.  It all started that morning in my Movement class.  Jason freaking Sullivan said he had something to tell me. Hm.  I was nervous.  He tells me that him and Jyllian had gotten engaged and were secretly dating.  Now, I know I should have known that it was April fools but for a good five minutes... he had me fooled.  I could pretend I knew all along, but I didn't I honestly believed him... sad, I know.  I came to my senses in like five minutes.  Then I talked to Lisa and Julie and came up with a brilliant plan.  I pretended I was super angry that they didn't tell me earlier.  I wouldn't even talk to them.  I avoided looking at them, mostly just so I wouldn't laugh.  Then that night, Julie and I attacked.  We tagged Jyl's car.  SO BAD.  Oreo's, Paint and Celophane were all involved.  Then I called Jyllian and said I was super angry and I needed to talk to her at Denny's right then.  This is when our prank was almost ruined... Jyllian was deathly ill, and didn't want to come outside ( We were waiting by her car).  So, finally she and Jason came outside and saw the car... it was great.  For a while though I am fairly positive that she wasn't sure if I was ever really mad or not.  Ha but it all worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_HwJxYB9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/McKoDfMYwdo/s1600-h/100_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_HwJxYB9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/McKoDfMYwdo/s320/100_0419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323192914645878738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_HzDW0m6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/lAhBpG150Uw/s1600-h/100_0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_HzDW0m6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/lAhBpG150Uw/s320/100_0425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323192964463500194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_HzGPzpxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8QB4HFHu6hU/s1600-h/100_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_HzGPzpxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8QB4HFHu6hU/s320/100_0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323192965239383826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_Hy5awsiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LdVVWoTy6ms/s1600-h/100_0424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_Hy5awsiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LdVVWoTy6ms/s320/100_0424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323192961795666466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next cool thing.  I went to a Senior Citizen's Community and just hung out with them.  Well, that was like the funnest thing I have done.  We played 'Floor Basket-Ball' with the seniors and they were just the coolest.  They had so much to tell us.  One woman told us a lot more than we needed to know.  I will tell you in person what she said.  Just not online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_ILRELxKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OrjrouhBxsI/s1600-h/100_0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_ILRELxKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OrjrouhBxsI/s320/100_0436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323193380460283042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_ILG77baI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3Y3KuuHz0IM/s1600-h/100_0435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_ILG77baI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3Y3KuuHz0IM/s320/100_0435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323193377741303202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_HzVemdFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GVqZK5j4M04/s1600-h/100_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_HzVemdFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GVqZK5j4M04/s320/100_0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323192969327965266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lastly, I helped Tasha with her makeup for SAST.  Her short show is about 1940's film.  She was a good sport... She has sooo much hair. So, yea... here are some pic's.  Yay for getting hours for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_IL6jTwFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tpdkRf1ZE8o/s1600-h/0410091521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_IL6jTwFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tpdkRf1ZE8o/s320/0410091521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323193391596683346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_ILmeAHgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/f7lbDK-owUs/s1600-h/0410091519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_ILmeAHgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/f7lbDK-owUs/s320/0410091519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323193386205715970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite moment:  Having fun doing good, like talking to old people and play games with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-70940099267019528?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/70940099267019528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/04/pranks-seniors-and-make-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/70940099267019528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/70940099267019528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/04/pranks-seniors-and-make-up.html' title='Pranks, Seniors and Make-up'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sd_HwJxYB9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/McKoDfMYwdo/s72-c/100_0419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-3054567244920275077</id><published>2009-03-29T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:14:43.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colored Days and More Scary Nights.</title><content type='html'>So a few days ago a few friends and myself went to Salt Lake City to you know, scare ourselves.  Ha I know it sounds dumb but it was actually really fun.  We went to a crazy park that had modern Mormon art.  For instance, Joseph Smith's  face on a Sphinx or just his head on a rock, it was strange.  Then we went to "Hobbit-Ville".  I felt horrible doing this.  Apparently, it is a colony in SLC that has all little people.  We didn't stay long. Then to a cemetery that leads has haunted graves. Not too bad right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sc_UInR8drI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jYQO2U6YU_M/s1600-h/100_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sc_UInR8drI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jYQO2U6YU_M/s320/100_0368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318702929396135602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sc_UIRh26XI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZbwzX014wuU/s1600-h/100_0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sc_UIRh26XI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZbwzX014wuU/s320/100_0363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318702923557300594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the Holi Festival of Colors.  I was so excited to go.  Before we headed to it I had a call back for Beauty and the Beast for the characters Cogsworth and LeFou.  I don't think I will get cast, but here is to hoping.  After we put on our white clothes and headed to this festival.  It is the was for this temple to welcome spring.  What they do is throw colored chalk at each other kind of like the colors of spring coming out.  Before we could do that we walked around and looked at the beautiful temple and all the animals they had.   Then we watched this dance concert they had, so cool.  Their culture is just so different than ours so it was interesting.  Then the chalk throwing started, first you wait for this bonfire to be lit, signifying them burning away the bad god, and then the band starts and you just throw your chalk.  SO FUN.  However, the first thirty seconds was a little scary because everyone throws all the chalk at once and you cannot see anything.  I paniced just a little.  We left as soon as it was over.  We knew traffic was going to be bad.  We blasted our music and had a dance party in the street while stop and go traffic was going on.   After, we went to Los Hermanos (All Chalked out!) and had some dinner.  It was so funny to see people just look at us.  Some would ask what happened and some would just say "Crazy party?"  We all then went to my friend Katie's house and swam and watched movies and played games.  Best way to welcome Spring ever.  Then what happened, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sc_UJbwmiKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/91F4JEg1cdc/s1600-h/100_0392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sc_UJbwmiKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/91F4JEg1cdc/s320/100_0392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318702943483365538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sc_UIz6yGBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zuW5OoghoA8/s1600-h/100_0380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sc_UIz6yGBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zuW5OoghoA8/s320/100_0380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318702932788647954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sc_VnYUOfII/AAAAAAAAAFs/MKq0dFsbzZ0/s1600-h/100_0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sc_VoHxtt7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/UyhjAal5vUU/s320/100_0407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318704570206894002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sc_VoTw7fTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7ZtWfgXPrZU/s1600-h/100_0411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sc_VoTw7fTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7ZtWfgXPrZU/s320/100_0411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318704573424827698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sc_VoKaDD7I/AAAAAAAAAGE/MW23ngvSbPM/s1600-h/100_0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sc_VoKaDD7I/AAAAAAAAAGE/MW23ngvSbPM/s320/100_0410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318704570912935858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sc_UI6vVPoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yuMqUuFXBGo/s1600-h/100_0385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sc_UI6vVPoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yuMqUuFXBGo/s320/100_0385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318702934619668098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It Snowed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Memory:  Hanging out all chalked out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-3054567244920275077?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/3054567244920275077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/03/colored-days-and-more-scary-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/3054567244920275077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/3054567244920275077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/03/colored-days-and-more-scary-nights.html' title='Colored Days and More Scary Nights.'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/Sc_UInR8drI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jYQO2U6YU_M/s72-c/100_0368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-3735569937723286602</id><published>2009-03-19T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:26:02.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So it has been like a week since my last post so I think it is time to update you all.  So, I have had some fun the last few weeks.  My friends and I have been hiking the canyon a lot.  Just so we can scare ourselves for something to do.  I know it kinda sounds dumb but we have to do something because Provo lacks a fun night life.  Only so many times I can watch Twilight in the dollar cinema just for something to do (it's a joke because it is a horrible movie.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lisa's birthday was on St Patty's and we were have some fun at Jyllians.  I have to laugh though because it was such a classic party.  Talks of first kisses, games and ultimately I laugh because people are ultimately always going to be themselves.  Everyone played Twister and danced and laughed. Good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am excited for my show. It is going to be fun.  I have a bunch of auditions coming up.  Beauty and the Beast at the Scera, Charlottes Web and Fantastiks at the school. So wish me luck.  I guess we have plans to go to SLC this weekend and hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite part of the last few weeks:  Chilling with good friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-3735569937723286602?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/3735569937723286602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/3735569937723286602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/3735569937723286602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-2993032715676173703</id><published>2009-03-09T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:08:16.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting, trampolines, and scary movies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I was casted! Yay! I was pretty excited to see my cast list, and I like my director.  So Sweet!  Also, the Black Box Rep. Company stuff is coming along nicely. It will all be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last night we did another hike up Provo Canyon. It was so fun.  At multiple points we just scared ourselves.  At one point we heard a screech and I just booked it... gone.  Turns out when faced with creepers in the night my friends become my distractions so I can get away HAHA.  It was cool to talk and get out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbWgkUAlXNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qFacvbBlSYA/s1600-h/100_0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbWgkUAlXNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qFacvbBlSYA/s320/100_0337.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311327881260260562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbWgkLkP4qI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zFF-URjGB9c/s1600-h/100_0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbWgkLkP4qI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zFF-URjGB9c/s320/100_0333.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311327878993928866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbWgjRPr00I/AAAAAAAAAD8/xgj6alVDK_o/s1600-h/100_0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbWgjRPr00I/AAAAAAAAAD8/xgj6alVDK_o/s320/100_0339.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311327863338423106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I also went to cool little place called Jump On It.  Imagine a giant warehouse full of trampolines and you just jump to and from each one.  Pretty much rocks.  We played Tag. We remembered fun little games we played when we were kids.  Then we all went back to Jyllian's and watched Quarantine, I liked it more the second time.  Most everyone left and I was left with three girls.  They naturally started talking about their love life's and I got to peer into how women talk to each other and one thing I can say is it is weird. HA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbWglYreIsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sPZJD9sVW_U/s1600-h/jump-on-it-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbWglYreIsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sPZJD9sVW_U/s320/jump-on-it-logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311327899693753026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbWglKwnF0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/FtjloMjYKik/s1600-h/quarantine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbWglKwnF0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/FtjloMjYKik/s320/quarantine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311327895957215042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, thats all that is new.  Once I have read my script I will let you all know how the show is and what it is like. OH, I almost forgot. I have another entry for crazy things happening in my parking lot.  I was walking to my car and this big Bronco was pulling out of his space and he side swiped the car next to him.  I pretended to leave but I wanted to watch and see what he would do.  He got out, inspected the damage, looked of his shoulders a few times and just left.  I know right?  I was mad and I wish I could have seen his license plate.. Jerk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite moment: being scared with everyone, watching the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-2993032715676173703?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/2993032715676173703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/03/casting-trampolines-and-scary-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/2993032715676173703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/2993032715676173703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/03/casting-trampolines-and-scary-movies.html' title='Casting, trampolines, and scary movies.'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbWgkUAlXNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qFacvbBlSYA/s72-c/100_0337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-8541730367608668566</id><published>2009-03-07T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:48:40.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Callbacks, Crazy Lady and Suprise Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So last night was callbacks for SAST and I actually really enjoyed myself.  It was like Theatre rapid fire.  I thought at first I was called-back for three shows, which I was happy about, but it turned out I actually was called back for 5 and my name didn't make it to the list's so who knew what happened?&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I like the shows, they all seem fun.  I am looking at SAST as a way to prove what I can do. I really want to show the people watching that I am listening to what they are saying and I am improving.  Here's to hoping I get cast in a good part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbLOmJntkuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BR2UMVVhm9A/s1600-h/sast2009.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbLOmJntkuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BR2UMVVhm9A/s320/sast2009.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310534065436070626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Over the last few days I have seen a lot of crazy things, in public mind you, and I feel I am the only person who saw them. Like, for instance, I was getting up to go for a little run (Yes, that was my way of hinting that I am trying to start running,) there is a path right next to my apartment complex that follows Provo river.  I call it the "creeper path."  Anyhoo, I was making my way to the path and I saw a girl screaming at a University Parking working.  Now, I hate University Parking too, I think it's just overdoing the parking rules, but, I had nothing on this girl.  She was all disheveled, and in sweats and she was searching through her knock-off Prada bag for what I assumed was her credit card.  Imagine a shorter, blonder, crazier version of Lindsey Lohan.  I was right, she was looking for a way to pay the man to take off the boot, but, she was so upset that she dropped her card on the ground.  Both her and the attendant bent down to get it and then she yelled at him for helping her.   I know, right?  So, I think he realized he didn't have to take this.  So he started to get in his car to leave,  and the only way to describe his face when he was leaving was that it looked like he was saying, "wow, this chic is nucking futs." He was right.  Then as he was about to his door, she hauled off and chucked her credit card at the back of his head.  He knew better than to look back and so he just proceeded to get in the car but, before he could shut the door she got almost in the car and BEGGED for him to take off the boot.  Totally forgetting that she hated him, she begged for mercy.  I think he ended up doing it.  I left by that point.  When he didn't just leave I was unamused but, I think about it now and I wonder why that woman was so crazy.  Oh well, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbLOlzkQ1SI/AAAAAAAAADk/Rx96RoHmx4I/s1600-h/lindsay-lohan-skinny-shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbLOlzkQ1SI/AAAAAAAAADk/Rx96RoHmx4I/s320/lindsay-lohan-skinny-shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310534059516024098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbLOmIVbmQI/AAAAAAAAADs/cay6RfizuJs/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 53px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbLOmIVbmQI/AAAAAAAAADs/cay6RfizuJs/s320/logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310534065090959618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Nothing else of consequence has happened to me.  At least, I don't think it has.  I sometimes wonder about what's going to happen at my birthday every year.  I have done that some lately.  Now my birthday is in May.  May 29th so mark it down.  I always want a surprise party.  Like, seriously my favorite thing is getting surprised. One time my mom rented a bowling alley but then I had no idea it was coming and I walked in and saw everyone ing my family. It was nice, but now, I want one every year.  Like, I want one this year.  I think it proves that your friends really love you if they do a whole thing.  So I guess I truly just want people to love me haha.  I understand that they can't happen every year but, I want another anyway.  I think about this more than the average person, I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbLOlg_4MKI/AAAAAAAAADc/kU8o4IcM9OA/s1600-h/BirthdayCakeGourmet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbLOlg_4MKI/AAAAAAAAADc/kU8o4IcM9OA/s320/BirthdayCakeGourmet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310534054531575970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;OK well I want to take a nap so I am going to give you another favorite moment: Callbacks, they were so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-8541730367608668566?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/8541730367608668566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/03/callbacks-crazy-lady-and-suprise.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/8541730367608668566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/8541730367608668566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/03/callbacks-crazy-lady-and-suprise.html' title='Callbacks, Crazy Lady and Suprise Parties'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbLOmJntkuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BR2UMVVhm9A/s72-c/sast2009.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106393258338271775.post-8928674630577737270</id><published>2009-03-06T15:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:40:14.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got a Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I did it y'all, I caved and I made a public blog.  I mean I had one in high school but this one will be legit.  Not so much of the "OMG I love Staci so much I could die!" and more of the general "this one girl rocks".  Which brings me abruptly to my first point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; I hesitated so long to make a Blog that people can see because it changes what you say when you know your audience, and ultimately I want this to be a good experience for myself.  I don't want to do this for other people because I mean it is for me. I know you are thinking I am nuts for thinking about this but, I am super nervous about the opinions I have ruining friendships. So I guess all I can say is take what I say the best way possible...ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh by the way, my name is Jacob Porter and I am from Colorado, right outside of Denver is a great city called Aurora. My family moved a lot so we have been all over.  Right now, I am in school in Utah studying Theater Education, and love it.  Just wish it payed more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHAuvbMuMI/AAAAAAAAABs/aLo-CtwDomI/s1600-h/me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHAuvbMuMI/AAAAAAAAABs/aLo-CtwDomI/s320/me.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310237344883587266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I guess I should get everyone up to speed on where my life is in different arena's in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School and Theatre: &lt;/span&gt;as I said I am a Theater Education major and I love the department here at good old UVU.  I love our shows and I love the people. I am a part of Student Government and Clubs and really love doing what I do.  I am currently auditioning for SAST (Short Attention Span Theatre) here at my school which is like a festival of short plays.  So yea, school rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHA4kpJZOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZDs9sVZrirM/s1600-h/moon+over+buffalo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHA4kpJZOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZDs9sVZrirM/s320/moon+over+buffalo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310237513787991266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHA5JevvYI/AAAAAAAAACM/XGELdWaewXA/s1600-h/Suessical.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHA5JevvYI/AAAAAAAAACM/XGELdWaewXA/s320/Suessical.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310237523676478850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends:&lt;/span&gt; My friends rock. I love them all... from here to wherever the old ones are.  I am quick person to be friendly, it takes me a while to truly believe that someone is my friend back.  I do a lot of things for my friends, it's how I show my love.  I have learned lately that a completely open book is not attractive in other people so I have really worked on keeping my business to myself lately.  It is like a little goal for myself.  Also, friends have been fluid for me lately.  I think back to high school and I had to have the same people around me all the time.  Now, I am happy with whoever wants to be my friend.  I care a lot about these people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHAu9EfjOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kV9H_Oh8TV8/s1600-h/me+josh+laura+meg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHAu9EfjOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kV9H_Oh8TV8/s320/me+josh+laura+meg.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310237348546448610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHAudVU0UI/AAAAAAAAABk/JWUgM33WK_A/s1600-h/Idaho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHAudVU0UI/AAAAAAAAABk/JWUgM33WK_A/s320/Idaho.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310237340027113794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHAuE82EKI/AAAAAAAAABc/cJ4cixOU2rk/s1600-h/FHE+in+front+of+SLC+temple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHAuE82EKI/AAAAAAAAABc/cJ4cixOU2rk/s320/FHE+in+front+of+SLC+temple.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310237333481984162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHAt1xSRwI/AAAAAAAAABU/n-rklfBCmvw/s1600-h/Britt+and+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHAt1xSRwI/AAAAAAAAABU/n-rklfBCmvw/s320/Britt+and+I.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310237329406969602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHAURuMmRI/AAAAAAAAABE/UL-BALoIZGE/s1600-h/me+and+jas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHAURuMmRI/AAAAAAAAABE/UL-BALoIZGE/s320/me+and+jas.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310236890233608466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHAT6ceVdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/G-UKMTIymIA/s1600-h/Group+at+Jyllians.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHAT6ceVdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/G-UKMTIymIA/s320/Group+at+Jyllians.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310236883985257938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family: &lt;/span&gt;First things first, I love my immediate family.  Believe you me it took a while to get there but I do.  My father is a great listener and really has strong opinions if you take the time to quiet down and listen to him.  I have reluctantly realized that I am a lot like him.  Mom rocks, she acts a lot like stereotypical black women.  I like her.  My two sisters.  They are both younger than me and I am close to both in different ways.  I love my family like the republicans like their guns.  My extended family really varies.  I truly love them all.  Sometimes though, I think it would be easier to chew bricks than to be with them all.  I wish we were closer and I have made it a goal of mine to become closer with them all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHATL_qO4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/YVsT6s6Rndk/s1600-h/Family+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHATL_qO4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/YVsT6s6Rndk/s320/Family+pic.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310236871516371842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Life: &lt;/span&gt;I know this is where everyone is interested to look and let me tell you the rumors are true.  Hookers and crack every night, you know, if there was one thing I had to say Provo was known for it would be it's saucy nightlife.  Seriously though, I think that I just want to play the field right now.  I am just too busy for a serious thing, so I just go on dates with girls.  It is fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHAUrVQ0XI/AAAAAAAAABM/m9tK1ofXTGM/s1600-h/Summer+and+Smoke+hat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHAUrVQ0XI/AAAAAAAAABM/m9tK1ofXTGM/s320/Summer+and+Smoke+hat.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310236897108349298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work: &lt;/span&gt;Ugh, Ok I know I have to do this to get to the next steps in life that I want to get to but, seriously can't someone pay me to just because.  I work at the good ol' Olive Garden and I would rather have a russian submarine shoved up my nose than sit through a shift at the OG.  Yes I call it the OG, it's less embarrassing that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHA45e_oeI/AAAAAAAAACE/Pd5muNsZGgs/s1600-h/olive_garden1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHA45e_oeI/AAAAAAAAACE/Pd5muNsZGgs/s320/olive_garden1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310237519382553058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 156px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea, that's me right now.  Living and Loving you know. I have callbacks for SAST tonight and I hope I make it into something cool.  I often worry around audition times. More than I should, let's see what else has been cool.  OH! I totally forgot that I love that a few friends and I have started walking at night.  Something to do, and it is pretty and surprisingly fun.  Provo Canyon is a little eerie at night but oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I think I am going to end my blogs with a favorite moment of the day so, mine today is: Going to Outback to eat charity steak with friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106393258338271775-8928674630577737270?l=contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/feeds/8928674630577737270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/8928674630577737270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106393258338271775/posts/default/8928674630577737270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contextsensitive-jp.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-blog.html' title='I Got a Blog'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548250769176167126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SvP4jncCgqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bCMMc8ByeSw/S220/context+sensitive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff7XYImIDhY/SbHAuvbMuMI/AAAAAAAAABs/aLo-CtwDomI/s72-c/me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
