This seems like a major time for everyone. Upheavals, changes --both positive & negative-- altering courses all over. The world is a really strange place these days, I think everyone would agree, & i guess that just makes everything that much more difficult. Any asshole who tells me that these are "the best years of your life" deserves a massive internal injury. I feel almost like i'm living in some odd TV miniseries; episodes of life, played out during prime time in most markets, full of situations & characters, going at a pace that just can't last more than an allotted amount of dates. 2007 has just been a gigantic clusterfuck so far, i think most would agree. And hey, as i was told once ages ago, we should delve, not dwell. Or drink. Whatever.
Funny how life is. Went to the Cabin in a pretty miserable mood, left in a far better one. And that ain't just the booze. With the exception of waking up with my hand swollen for some reason, it was a great, curious evening.
I finally know where the current wave of inspiration is really coming from. And it isn't surprising --painfully obvious, actually. And i need to keep it going, if i can. Reading might sustain the fucking thing, but who knows. I need a new copy of "Lord of the Flies," by the way. The one I have was stolen at some point from Clear Lake High, & to be honest i feel like an idiot having an LC mass-produced high school lit book instead of one with...you know, pride in its appearance.
Spending a few days in the LC, starting Friday evening. Big thanks to Omeganightmare for giving me a ride over. I really am just going to put in an appearance, show the family i'm not dead. It will go like all the other visits: they'll be happy to have me there for a couple days, then the novelty will wear off, then i'm gone for enough time for the cycle to repeat. My brother has the same effect, only he uses the power of the drop in to throw them off, because he's a dick like that. My main goal is to see the grandparents, who i never see anymore. Maybe get to Ukiah for a brief period. Honestly, nothing over there --be it the LC or Ukiah-- changes enough to notice. Although i did hear Ukiah just got a Wallgreens officially put in. Bet the hippies love that.
How reliable is Craigslist for...well, anything i suppose, but mainly places to live? I plan, regardless of how things pan out (if i didn't mention it, i think my radio career might be off to a FAR slower start than i'd been led to believe), is to be out of this apartment by June at the latest. I figure June is realistic. Everything is everywhere but here...or the Lake/Mendocino area.
Later.
Funny how life is. Went to the Cabin in a pretty miserable mood, left in a far better one. And that ain't just the booze. With the exception of waking up with my hand swollen for some reason, it was a great, curious evening.
I finally know where the current wave of inspiration is really coming from. And it isn't surprising --painfully obvious, actually. And i need to keep it going, if i can. Reading might sustain the fucking thing, but who knows. I need a new copy of "Lord of the Flies," by the way. The one I have was stolen at some point from Clear Lake High, & to be honest i feel like an idiot having an LC mass-produced high school lit book instead of one with...you know, pride in its appearance.
Spending a few days in the LC, starting Friday evening. Big thanks to Omeganightmare for giving me a ride over. I really am just going to put in an appearance, show the family i'm not dead. It will go like all the other visits: they'll be happy to have me there for a couple days, then the novelty will wear off, then i'm gone for enough time for the cycle to repeat. My brother has the same effect, only he uses the power of the drop in to throw them off, because he's a dick like that. My main goal is to see the grandparents, who i never see anymore. Maybe get to Ukiah for a brief period. Honestly, nothing over there --be it the LC or Ukiah-- changes enough to notice. Although i did hear Ukiah just got a Wallgreens officially put in. Bet the hippies love that.
How reliable is Craigslist for...well, anything i suppose, but mainly places to live? I plan, regardless of how things pan out (if i didn't mention it, i think my radio career might be off to a FAR slower start than i'd been led to believe), is to be out of this apartment by June at the latest. I figure June is realistic. Everything is everywhere but here...or the Lake/Mendocino area.
Later.
Craigslist is amazing. I'll send you some links to some awesome places in midtown.
As far as I know, they didn't have any real reason to light the fireworks....just being their usual "douche-bag" selves.