The Adventures of Angle Boy

The musings of an everyday man... with extraordinary angles.
There is always beauty in destruction.

There is always beauty in destruction.

Here We Go.

So. For the last couple of months, I’ve moved out of my house in West Chester and am currently staying with my parents down in Mississippi. I’ve turned 21 years old (finally, a day I seriously thought would never come), gone to Florida twice, New Orleans once, worked out a lot, and rebuilt a few houses. Overall, I’d say it’s shaping out to be a pretty cool summer.

Currently on lunch break at work (since I work 8-10 hour days in the blistering heat), I began musing on some recent events. Such as: the price of gas these days; where did my ability to decipher wise decisions go; and why did Javier win NBC’s first season of The Voice?

All random thoughts, I know. But these are the times, and boy are they a-changin’. My mind is starting to race with possibilities, people I miss, and just how capable I would be to see them. I miss Alex, Alyssa, Chelsie, Scotland, Becca, and all of my other high school friends so much. I’ve been absolutely atrocious about keeping in touch, so that, I’ve decided, is one of my goals this summer: get back what I’ve lost.

That, and get super sexy muscles.



You can be my alphabet and I will be your calculator
And together we’ll work out on the escalator
I will time you as you run up the down
And you’ll measure my footsteps as I pleasure this town
The mean of our heights is divided by the nights
Which is times’d by the daggers and the root of all our fights,
The pass of your poem is to swathe me in your knowing
And the beauty of the word is that you don’t have to show it

Oh academia you can’t pick me up
Soothe me with your words when I need your love

I am a dash and you are a dot
When will you see that I am all that you’ve got
I’m a binary code that you cracked long ago
But to you I’m just a novel that you wish you’d never wrote
I’m greater than x and lesser than y, so why is it
That I still can’t catch your eye?
You’re a cryptic crossword, a song I’ve never heard
While I sit here drawing circles I’m afraid of being hurt

Oh academia you can’t pick me up
Soothe me with your words when I need your love

You’re a difficult equation with a knack for heart evasion
Will you listen to my proof or will you add another page on
It appears to me the graph has come and stolen all the laughs
It appears to me the pen has over analysed again
And if I am a number I’m infinity plus one
And if you are five words you are afraid to be the one
And if you are a number you’re infinity plus one
And if I am four words then I am needing all your love

Oh academia you can’t pick me up
Soothe me with your words when I need your love

Longevity, Part 2.

I’m on Month Two of my lifelong promise to myself that I will get into better physical shape, be a better student & friend, and make a conscious effort to be a more well-rounded person.

It’s going well; I’ve kind of gotten off to a rocky start. I’ve stopped smoking altogether (which is a yay!), my body is currently fighting off a sickness, but I know it will all only get better from here. I’ve started writing again, and reading books that are NOT plays. My triumphant return to literature? “Rewrites: A Memoir” by Neil Simon. Now, it IS straight-up literature. So what if it’s about theatre? Baby steps. My friend Kristie also lent me Simone de Beauvoir’s “The Ethics of Ambiguity” as well. I’ve read the first couple of pages, and I have to admit, I’m slightly hooked. She’s got a lot of good points.

The only thing about keeping up with my reading is that I am currently balls-deep in homework, which doesn’t help anyone on any level - it just makes me more stressed out, which is okay for the moment. I’m loving my writing class, even if all we’re working on for the semester is one 10-page research paper? I get to delve into history of the homosexual, dating back to pre-Stonewall times. This is something I’ve always found intriguing, so I’m excited to start looking into that.

I’m currently playing another servant role in a Moliere piece - this makes servant number two in French farce! The role: Basque. Number of lines: 6. But I’m in the show with some of my closest friends, and working with Len again is a dream come true. He’s really taking my role and giving me so many more activities than the 6 lines call for. It’s truly a pleasure to be able to make a character out of practically nothing and breathe so much life into him that he fills the stage with energy.

One of the coolest things about my life right now is that I’m still only twenty years old. I’m closer to my family than ever. Music fills my life every day. Drama still fills my day. I’m making new friends. Reconnecting with old ones. Losing others. I find a way to rise above it all. I’m extremely excited to travel and explore what life has in store for me. Plans are becoming more solid, so by next year when I graduate college (?!?!?!), I’ll be set and BOOM. Explode all over.

I’m still a regular, smilin’, dandy fool. Nothing can change that. No matter how hard you try, you can’t take that away from me.

Next Issue: The Money Saving Adventures of Angle Boy. I’ll let you know in 6 months. ‘Til then, I’ll just continue to read, work out, and make college kid decisions. 21 in 3 months, 21 days. Ironic. 


A Vision.

Today, I washed my favorite hat.

I’m glad I did… It was starting to get moldy.

A Thought:

Hawaii next summer for the Shakespeare Festival?