I Transformed into a Commander

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I feel like it's time to explain my name.

Truly, it's not really a funny story or anything like that.

It just happened.

And it was a choice between Commander Curtis and Hannah Montana.

No self respecting female should want her nickname to make people think of HER.

Umm, NO. I'll take the random, boyish name of Curtis Flynn.

So I went on a mission trip to Ukraine last summer.

It was awesome.

And on the way up there, the flights were crazy! If you are flying east overseas, it sucks so bad. The time messes you up! Night was only a few hours for us, and it didn't help that the airplane was jam packed and the seats in front of me squished my knees. So we made it to Kiev after like 12 agonizing hours, and I was exhausted. Technically, we'd been flying for a whole day, even though in reality it was only half that. So we're sitting at a table in the crowded Kiev Airport, and I lay my head down. I wake up over an hour later feeling refreshed, but for some reason, my friends Trey and Stirling were calling me Curtis.

Then they went on to call me Captain Curtis.

And THEN they started calling me Commander Curtis, saying I was better than a Captain.

And it stuck. I am Commander Curtis. 

Stirling. We got him a shirt that says, "100% Manly" in Russian. Inside joke, I guess.

But the kids at the camp we were serving at never caught on to Curtis. 

They only knew of Hannah Montana.

Great.

But I didn't complain cause I loved them and they were epically awesome.

But Trey, Stirling, Sarah, and Margo never gave it up.

And so, almost a year later, I am still randomly called Curtis.

It kinda grew on me.

And so that's the tale of my name.

I warned you, it wasn't really all that interesting.

Me and Margo at Gorney.

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So I am a band nerd.

This is me at the Governor's 2011 Inaugural Parade.

 I admit, I love it. 

I'm in marching band, pep band, and I was forced to be in Symphony Band. I tried out in August 2010, but as a bass clarinet, it isn't really all that hard to get it. And so fall semester went by, and I loved it. It was awesome to play wonderful music with people who love it as much as I do, and can actually play it! I'm even going to Canada this April to play with the Symphony Band in a music festival in Whistler, where the Olympics were. Cool, huh? We just finished a recording session with Bob Buckley, recording his music for a cd. When that comes out I'm gonna put the bonus track up here, cause it was AWESOME. We sang Free Running, a song that is at 176 bpm, and consists of only 8th notes.... YEAH. 

But for serious:

Music saved my life. 

I joined band to get out of P.E. cause it was pure torture. 

I was teased.

I had one friend.

I was weird.

I can go on but I'm not going to. 

I don't know where I would be if I didn't join band. I don't think I would still be living. But here is the equation, cause quite literally, band saved me.

hating P.E. -> band -> making friends -> meeting Karrie (current best friend) -> Karrie convincing me to go to church -> Jesus came into my life.

Told you it saved me. Now I am a Christian, a follower of Christ, and I've never been happier. 

Music changed my life for the better, and anyone who thinks band is for nerds, it is. Because nerds are the best kind of people. 
They'll stay by your side till the end of time.

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Metamorphoses

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Jessica Threet, sophomore, theater major.

I went and saw Metamorphoses today.

It's a play that my University performed.

AND IT WAS AWESOME!!!!!

Seriously, if a local university, theater group, or traveling performers ever do a showing of this nearby, go see it. However, in the words of one of my dear friends

"It is not a family film."

At one point, one guy was nearly naked. The only thing covering his junk was a golden  cloth that was held in place by a tiny bit of nude-colored fabric. 

But aside from the near-nakedness, there was a bit of cussing and drunkenness, so don't take your impressionable children to see this play, or they'll go running around half naked screaming curse words. 

Hire a baby-sitter.

It was the perfect mix of funny, romance, and suspense.

A few bits were really surprising, and you could tell it was written in the modern day, because at one point, one of the Greek Chorus girls yelled out, "Oh no he didn't!" 

So the play itself is based on Ovid's poem, Metamorphoses, and is a series of myths.

There's the myths of King Midas, Erysichthon, Orpheus, a quick glimpse of Narcissus, 

Pomona and Vertumnus, Eros and Psyche (my personal favorite), and more. 

Some were funny, like Pomona and Vertumnus. The guy who played Vertumnas was adorable and childlike, and made little jokes.

Others were sad, like King Midas, who turned his daughter to gold.

Some were pretty weird, like Myrrha, who lusted after her own father.

Some were meant to be serious but were kinda funny, like Erysichthon. He chopped down a tree and was cursed by a Goddess to be taken over by Hunger. The part that was funny was that Hunger was a girl dressed in purple tights with matted black hair and dirt on her face. She clung to Erysichthon, sometimes on his back, sometimes clinging to his side. Once she was even around his neck.

Eros and Psyche was my favorite, partly because I am friends with the guy playing Eros. He's really cool, but very awkward, and he was the guy wearing the golden cloth over his junk. 

It took all my strength not to bust out laughing.

But this story was serious, and once I gained control over the threat of my laughter, I was left in a feeling of awe. It was a romantic scene cause  Psyche wasn't allowed to see Eros so she believed him to be a monster, but she snuck up on him while he was asleep and burned him with candle wax on accident. He wakes, she runs in shame, but they fall in love. 

It was uber sweet.

So if you ever hear of a showing of Metamorphoses near where you live, GO! 

It's a wonderful story filled with so many emotions.

And there's a pool on stage!

I mean, seriously, how cool is that?

"Let me die the moment my love dies. Let me not outlive my own capacity to love. Let me 

die still loving, and so, never die."

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Commander Curtis Flynn, at your service.

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So after a two week long battle with trolls, I finally got tired of it and made a new blog. 


Anonymous hated the way I wrote my last blog, and thought he/she/it would give me "constructive" criticism on my grammar. It was funny at first, but it soon got boring and rather tiresome. And after making a critical mistake he/she/it shut up. Life could go on peacefully.
Or so I thought. Psh.
Carol had to show up. I don't know who Carol is, but she's apparently a college student, and she text talked.
U no, she tlkd lk dis. Mks no snse 2 me. I dont c y ppl hav 2 typ dis crap wen its jst as ez 2 rite it out correctly. 
Text talk bothers me, but I wasn't going to say anything, but she told me that being an art major was nothing to be proud of...
Erm... That is why I am an art major and she is not.
 And something about the argument with Carol made me angrier than than the argument with Anonymous.
So I deleted that blog.

And so, to start off this blog, let me explain something.

I like to write a bit choppy.

It's how I tend to talk.

Thus, it will be how I write.

This is a blog, not a book.

My writing doesn't have to be perfect.

Neither does my grammar.

But guess what.

This is MY blog, not yours.
And I am an art major. 
I love it.
Graphic designers get jobs.
Let me worry about that.
It's my problem.
Not yours.

If you have a problem with it, there should be a button at the top of this page that says "Next Blog".

Hit it.

And with that said, this blog is going to be about art and music. 
My two passions.
Or, maybe, just whatever I feel like writing about.
Deal with it.
:)

And the story of my name?
I'll save that for another day.

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