Slippery Slope

Mondays are a pretty magical day in the life of Mariel Murray. At 8 or 9am I get up, go to breakfast, go to class, go to lunch, go to dance, go to another class that ends at 5pm, and then pass out,. Transitioning between these events involves a lot of zooming across the land on my part.

Today, however, there was a slight interruption in my frantic running.

This morning I was filled with an overwhelming desire to reminisce, to go back to the days of my horseback riding. My boots were buried under a mountain of shoes, and I mined them out this morning. They functioned exceptionally in the stirrup, but once I took them out of their element they had a tendency to not perform so well. And apparently I was asking too much when I had hoped they would grip the ground a little bit.

After I devoured my stir-fry, I went back to my dorm to get some cloths for dance. I walked by the office of my Resident Director, Alexandra, and was disappointed when I looked into her office and she wasn't there to look back at me. I still kept looking into the office to gaze back at my reflection, and as I typically tell myself, not out of vanity, out of habit. Dancers tend to look into reflective surfaces whenever we do anything, since we've became accustomed to watching ourselves. Or maybe we're all vain and full or it. But regardless of my reasoning behind my obsession with myself, I still stared, and forgot to look as to where I was going.

In result, I started to walk down the stairs, and it wasn't an absolute necessity to look as to where I was going, as I had walked down those stairs hundreds of times. So, I didn't see the sand. My boots, which had no desire to do their job off the stirrup, landed right on the sand. Walking on the concrete outside, covered in a layer of a sandy-icy mixture, was bad enough, but the sand on the staircase was somehow worse, especially when I was too busy staring back at myself to notice it. My shoe hit the floor and didn't stop as I picked up my other foot, so my entire body was in the air for several seconds until I landed directly on my hindquarters and slid down the half-flight of stairs, wetting my pants in the process.

My luck took a turn for the better as I picked myself up, my pride still on the ground, and looked around the corridor. Not a soul was there to witness it. I thank the lord for that.

happy naked flying babies day!

No, I am not tripping on acid. There are flying naked babies shooting at people today. As a child, we called it cupid. But in college its called a fuck fairy because what adult gives another adult a giant pink teddy bear without the hope of getting laid?

Thats what I thought. 

So normally valentines day (thats what today is if you haven't caught on yet) is just another painful reminder of how single I am.

but this time......

IM WORKING ON A SHOW!!!! YAYYYYYYY

what, were you expecting something else? 

Sorry to disappoint you, but I am still single.........

......and ready to mingle. 

hey dere, sexy. whatchu doing tonight? You busy? 

CAUSE I AM!

Yeah! first tech rehearsal for Fallujah! (come see it starting next wednesday shameless plug yes getoverit)

Everyone else today is like                                                    

but I'm like

but since thats only in the evening and i have the rest of the day free, I will be spreading the LOVEEEE

by presenting only the greatest people in the world with these valentines that I have made in photoshop...

because I have no life

or a boyfriend. 

hah hah...

meh. oh well!

here ya go!

hah. puns. 

hah. cats. 

hah. nerdy things. 

hah. dismembered sheep parts. 

okay, I'm done now. Happy Valentines Day!!!!

So now I'm an addict

Oh my garnet, I haven't posted on here in FOREVER!!

I'm currently sitting in my Research class, which is probably even 10x more boring than it sounds, and I'm just hoping my prof thinks I'm taking notes on my laptop. I am a firm believer in that I come up with my best ideas (for photography, choreography, and writing) when I'm clearly supposed to be working on something else. But hey, at least I'm still being productive.

Anyways, I've been having this feeling for a long time that I just haven't been myself... something had been missing from my life... and I have discovered what this thing is.

Coffee.

OH MY GOD.

How did I ever live without this stuff? I had been living my whole life as a zombie, going place to place with halfheartedness in my steps and feeling as though anywhere my body went, my mind usually stayed behind in my bed. And that is no way to live.

But with coffee, the world is a different place. It is as though I had dropped my car keys in the darkness of the night, and coffee is my flashlight.  Coffee is my enabler. Coffee has transported me to another entire world, and I refuse to come back home.

Seriously though, I'm never going back to the way things were. So basically, watch out, because I've reached a whole new level of crazy.

I have also successfully gone half of the class without listening to a word my professor spoke. Mission accomplished.

my apologies

hey sorry I haven't posted in a long while.  I know that this probably upsets all two of our followers greatly. To return balance and harmony to the world, here is a picture of my sister riding a unicorn that I made yesterday. Enjoy. 

I am going to pretend that we've been cooking up something extra awesome for you, but really we've just been lazy as poop.

Let me just say I've have had a shortage in my creative go go juice lately....

 aha. the exploitation of children is funny. 

But anyway, all that go go juice has been funneled into my schools production of Avenue Q (ya, the show with puppet sex and songs about porn. Keepin' musical theatre classy, folks) the last couple weeks so really all I want to do is sleep forever. 

Which is what I did 90% of yesterday. And make it look my sister was riding a unicorn on photoshop. Yep. Funny how that all these smart people have been breaking their backs for thousands and thousands of years trying to improve technology and all we have to show for it is the ability to make it look like someone is riding a unicorn. And this. This too. 

Bravo, mankind. Way to stick it to the man. 

But I still love you. Lets hug it out. 

Okay, thats enough. See ya later. 

Also, i give you my lovely roommate riding a polar bear.