Christmastime is Here

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

I think I got them:

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

and, the number one best Christmas song:

1. "The Christmas Shoes" by New Song

Amazing.

Merry Christmas,
Barry

Remember what the Doormouse Said....

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

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

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

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

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

Thanksgiving Reflections

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

Basically, Thanksgiving has been pretty good.

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

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

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

Pumpkin,
Barry

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

I Should Be Packing

But, instead, the music is in my soul.

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

Now.



Crazily Lovestoned,
Barry and the On Occasions

Almost Thanksgiving

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

But that is life.

Good weekend.

-B

Let the Good Times Roll

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

This is happening.

Some Late Fall Leaf Haikus

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

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

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

.barry.

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

Pretty happenin' weekend for all intensive purposes.

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

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

Good people,
Barry

Barry, American Hero

A major occurance recently occured to me.

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

Then Drew goes, "Hey, a fire."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Douche-bags.

Sincerely,
Model Citizen Barry

Picking out ma classes

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

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

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

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

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

Do you know who rocks?

The Stone Roses.

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

Barry. Out.

Some Updates and Such

So it's been a busy week/weekend and I haven't been able to keep y'all up to snuff. I apologize.

I'll start backwards.

I just saw "American Gangster" with Denzel Wash and Russell Crowe at the Ghettoplex. It was pretty tight. Not Godfather, but decent enough. Alot of needles going into arms, and shotgun blasts to the torso. Everything you ever wanted. Cuba Gooding, Jr. was in it, and he wasn't killed. That was kinda sucky.

Earlier today I did a read-through for this alpha24alpha. The story is as follows: 24 hours in the biggest weed dealer in Chicago's life. Who am I? One of two main underlings who collect money for him--and a scientist--and a musician...purty funky. I'm only really featured in one of seven episodes, but I'll put it up her. We start shooting this week. Keep your eyes out. Or keep them in.

The rest of weekend/most of next weekend insists of ushing Arcadia, the current Loyola production. It's good--to a lot of people I know, it's the best play ever. After seeing it three times, I'm starting to understand a lot better. All about determinism and chaos theory and love and reptiles. See it.

Last night my bud from back home came in for some random crap and we smoked some hookah, which I haven't done since last October here. I also tried that Clarke's place on Belmont, one of them 24 hour diners that I've never been too, and it was pretty a-okay. I ran into an ex-girlfriend, and she made it significantly awkward. It ended up being kind've an awkward night overall, but that's a story for another year.

Friday night I went to our late theatre costume party. I was my alter-ego Jimmy "Guy" Sunshine. It was quite alright. I ended up being decently drunk. Decent.

Other than that not a whole lot. Except for being up until 4 AM working on my set design project--my final design for Billy Shakes' "As You Like It." Enjoy the pics, fool.

My idea was "Underwater." I think it's sexy. And hip.

Also, I finished my first play, "Ego Trippin At The Gates of Hell." I'm pumped about it, but I'm gonna let it rot on my comp for a few months, revise it, and then submit it to a few trusted people for opinions. In the meantime, I'm working on "Jesus Done Left Chicago," my exploration of Purgatory. I guess I'm on some sorta Dante-ish quest. We'll see where it goes.

Be ease,
The Barry