The Xbox Player

With long arms he bends over and picks up the large white beanbag chair made to look like a giant soccer ball from the corner of the room and throws it in front of the tv. It lands with a loud "whump." He falls on top of it and then readjusts his tan shorts to be more comfortable. He reaches out to the side of the beanbag, and picks up the long rectangular, gray remote control and presses the button to activate the television. He sits still while the large black television, three feet infront of him, comes to life.

The tv slowly brightens into a white screen displaying the xbox 360 logo in green and gray. The boy waits, tapping his index finger on the side of the white controller, his left foot bumping up and down on the carpet, as the label "Ghost Recon" appears on the screen. His long fingers press the buttons in rapid succession, guiding the screen through a series of pictures, until it reads "loading." His fingers flex and unflex as the loading bar slowly moves from left to right.

As he begins to play the game, he works the controllers, moving the sticks with his thumbs, his eyes never leaving the screen. His mouth twists into different shapes as he plays. First he grimaces, then smiles, then grimaces again. He frowns in concentration, eyes never blinking, he opens his mouth into a snarl, and jerks the controller upward two times, and then laughs, a smile on his face.

The Long day at school (Revised)

Yesterday was my first full day back at school. For reasons that I won't go into here, my schedule is very strange and spread out. My first class starts at 10:00am and is a math class (gag). My next class of the day is at 6:00pm, and is a film production class (yeah). So I have a seven hour break between classes on Monday and Wednesday.

So yesterday, I awoke a little later than I had planned, and decided to drive in to school instead of taking the train as usual. The train, being a fickle friend, can be agonizingly slow. To my dismay, I-15 was the recipient of three car wrecks that morning and had been reduced to a parking lot.

Finally I get into down town SLC and decide to park on campus. I don't have a parking permit, but I new I would be late if didn't. Besides, my first class is only an hour long, and maybe I will be back before the meter maid comes by. Wrong, there was a nice fat warning on my windshield when I got back. That warning was probably the best part of the day, to speak the truth.

So with 10 minuets to spare, I start my long hike across campus. However, I realize that I don't know where the JFB is. It sounds familiar, so I head in the direction I think it is. I know it is a math class, but I have no idea where that particular building is. After climbing what must be an Everestian height, I realize that I am not even close. I start to sweat and get a little bit angry. The bag hanging from my shoulder begins to take on weight by the second, and my shoulder aches with the pain. I realize my only option is to find a computer, and look at a map. Nearest computer? The Union building. Back down Everest and across the Sahara to the Union Building.

I quickly check the school map, after trying to log in a couple of times. I'm sure the school computers thought it a great joke watching me fumble over the keys trying spell out my password correctly. I retaliated by leaving sweaty finger marks all over the keyboard. Locating the JFB, I set out for my class. Inside the JFB, I am dismayed to find that I cannot find the right room number. It seems that I must be blind, maybe by the sweat, because I walked by it several times. Panic sets in and I must have shown it on my face, because a nice old gentleman asked me what I was looking for. He pointed me the way, and I huffed out a brief thanks, then stumbled off toward it.

By the time I walk into class I am fifteen minutes late and the teacher is well into his lecture in what must have been a foreign language (It is a math class after all). I climb over several people to find a seat, they are not pleased to be interrupted, probably the smell, and once settled I am able to investigate what has been a growing pain on my heal. I find a large bloody blister oozing into my sock. I stifle a gasp, and then calming myself, take out my books and begin taking what I am sure will be worthless notes in a class I'm sure I won't comprehend.

What a perfect start of the new semester.

Shrek and Fiona's Babies

A Little Bit About Me

For all you new fans of this blog, I thought I should tell you a little bit about myself. I am 25 years old, I am 5' 6" tall, blond hair and blue eyes.

I have spent the last 5 years as an actor, doing shows around the country. I have grown tired of the constant moving around, and now am back at school.

I am a junior attending the University of Utah, studying Film. Film has been a hobby for a long long time, and now I am very happy to be studying it full time.

I love movies. I love movies. I love movies.

Shrek the Third

I saw Shrek the Third this weekend. I thought it was pretty funny. The problem was, that I was in a theater full of little kids, and several of them cried through the entire movie.

I can't understand why some people won't take there kids out of the theater when they are crying. Why do they think that it is okay to just sit there and let the kid scream for 5 minutes.

I nearly walked over and asked a lady to take her kid out so I could here the movie. But I didn't.

Let this be a lesson to all of you parents out there. If your kid is being loud, please take them out to the lobby. Or perhaps you should look into renting your movies in the future.

Long Day at School

Yesterday was my first full day back at school. For reasons that I won't go into here, my schedule is very strange and spread out. My first class starts at 10:00am and is a math class (gag). My next class of the day is at 6:00pm, and is a film production class (yeah). So I have a seven hour break between classes on Monday and Wednesday.

So yesterday, I awoke a little later than I had planned, and decided to drive in to school instead of taking the train as usual. To my dismay, I-15 was the recipient of three car wrecks that morning and had been reduced to a parking lot.

Finally I get into down town SLC and decide to park on campus. I don't have a parking permit, but I will be late if don't. Besides, my first class is only an hour long, and maybe I will be back before the meter maid comes by.

So with 10 minuets to spare, I start my hike across campus. However, I realize that I don't know where the JFB is. I know it is a math class, but I have no idea where that particular building is. I start to sweat and get a little bit angry. My only option is to find a computer, and look at a map. Nearest computer? The Union building.

So I hike to the Union Building and quickly check to school map. Locating the JFB, I set out for my class. Once inside the JFB, I am dismayed to find that I cannot find the right room number. It seems that I must be blind, because I walked by it several times.

By the time I walk into class I am fifteen minutes late and had to climb over several people to find a seat. Once settled I am able to investigate the growing pain on my heal and find a large bloody blister oozing into my sock.

What a perfect start of the new semester.

It's A Brand New Day

Hello World!

Thus begins a new era in the blogging world.

Welcome to The Life and Times of Jefe.

This blog will be a record of my thoughts, feelings, and deeds over the summer semester 2007 at the University of Utah.