Big things happening, I guess. Breaking it down, past, present, future.
Past: We saw Tub Ring and Dog Fashion Disco last weekend in Bloomington, which fucking rocked. Dancing with Bethy to "I Could Never Fall In Love With You," the crazy hairless snake guy that probably didn't stop cumming in his pants once during the DFD set, hearing the sXe/Elton John/barstool story, and of course great sex afterward.
Present: Just sat throught the final 7 hours of Sex and the City we've had to watch for Psych and the Media. My brain is still throbbing. I just can't take that much bitch in one sitting without being a lot drunker.
Speaking of drunk, I need to get some booze in me before I can keep writing the script for my final porject. Basically it's a post-apocalyptic video diary. The main themes are the things I would miss most after years of living alone underground and the morality concerned with balancing one's own needs with those of others (ie. is it right to leave someone behind, essentially condemning them to death, to save your own life?) It's a really emotional 10 minutes and I need the words to be as painful as possible. However, everything I write ends up sounding like all the research papers I write, and that just won't work. But when I've been drinking I can just let the fear and anguish flow right through (this is why I don;t drink as much as I used to).
Future: Summer in Portland. Still trying to find a job. The only solid leads I have are a 'maybe' from a dog-washing service, which I'm hoping comes through, and a one day thing working backstage at the Warped Tour. Also need an apartment, but that's much less in my hands. I just need a room to go back to, not much else. There's a lot more tied up in this whole adventure, but more of an emotional variety, and I'll have to understand that better myself before I can try to write about it.
hmm, first entry in 9 months. I guess it's not so hard.
Past: We saw Tub Ring and Dog Fashion Disco last weekend in Bloomington, which fucking rocked. Dancing with Bethy to "I Could Never Fall In Love With You," the crazy hairless snake guy that probably didn't stop cumming in his pants once during the DFD set, hearing the sXe/Elton John/barstool story, and of course great sex afterward.
Present: Just sat throught the final 7 hours of Sex and the City we've had to watch for Psych and the Media. My brain is still throbbing. I just can't take that much bitch in one sitting without being a lot drunker.
Speaking of drunk, I need to get some booze in me before I can keep writing the script for my final porject. Basically it's a post-apocalyptic video diary. The main themes are the things I would miss most after years of living alone underground and the morality concerned with balancing one's own needs with those of others (ie. is it right to leave someone behind, essentially condemning them to death, to save your own life?) It's a really emotional 10 minutes and I need the words to be as painful as possible. However, everything I write ends up sounding like all the research papers I write, and that just won't work. But when I've been drinking I can just let the fear and anguish flow right through (this is why I don;t drink as much as I used to).
Future: Summer in Portland. Still trying to find a job. The only solid leads I have are a 'maybe' from a dog-washing service, which I'm hoping comes through, and a one day thing working backstage at the Warped Tour. Also need an apartment, but that's much less in my hands. I just need a room to go back to, not much else. There's a lot more tied up in this whole adventure, but more of an emotional variety, and I'll have to understand that better myself before I can try to write about it.
hmm, first entry in 9 months. I guess it's not so hard.
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