Where we left of with our young adventurer he was worrying and fretting over the impending doom on International Thespian Conference. Turns out it was better and worse that he anticipated.
Oh yes! I started you out with that image. This lovely model is wearing a Renaissance style gown in silver, isn't she lovely. Not only was she not embarrassed to wear it, but she rocked that thing around the whole convention center while taking a phone call. Bless her heart.
That was not the worst of it. I got confused as a high schooler not once but twice, though the second time it was by another high schooler who was hitting on me. Teach me to shave (as if that would do anything). Also had to teach two workshops which were exhausting. The kicker though was that my boss was assistant directing the All-State Show. This is wonderful news! Except that all those responsibilities that she would normally be in charge of and taking care of fell to me. Yes. I was in charge of the kids the whole weekend. Bless THEIR hearts. Don't get me wrong, my kids are an amazing group of students and don't do anything wrong, but I count myself fortunate that I would be accidentally be procuring any of my own.
Next item on the shopping list is Walmart at twelve. The Asian implored us all to come over one evening, I believe it was a Tuesday, and wouldn't tell us why. Well, as most of my nights back then involved drinking this was no exception. The gang headed over to her place whilst picking up a tag-a-long and arrived a bit late. We got there only to discover we were going to Walmart to pick up things she needed. I'm firmly against this store as the Asian knows but went along for the sheer adventure. The list included sharpies, glasses, and a couple other knick-knacks; I of course took the oppurtunity to acquire some lovely pink, $4, women's booty shorts. With said, or written I suppose, items in hand we returned to drink some more and start the actual activity. This was: we were to take a glass and write issues or problems on them. After having filled out four each we went to a deserted area and broke them. The idea behind it was a spiritual act of releasing frustrations and moving on from issues in your life. I get it, I do. Didn't really work for me though. I think honestly its because so many of my feelings etc are so internalized that trying to embody them in a physical manifestation just doesn't work for me. I would have to carry the glasses around with me. Have the people on them carry them. Drink out of them for a while, and I don't even know if that'd work. Sorry Asian, but I appreciated it.
Right before that, the Armenian came to visit. (naming him that makes me sound racist with "The Asian" already, I may have to name him something differently. We'll see) Trips with him generally involve an excursion to Disneyland and this one was no exception. It was a fun day including us looking for Phill and hanging out in his car to charge our phones so we could meet up with his dancer. . . Hah, thats all on that one I think.
With that we'll move on to the more influential and recent charge in my life. I moved. The lease ended on the old place and my roommates moved to a cute house in MoVal. Not thats not very conducive to my lifestyle (I'm white [well, mostly]). Not the only reason, its 10.1 miles from the bar. I have no means of conveyance. So I looked for a place downtown. A cute apartment to call my very own. Well, after staying with the Asian for a few weeks I ended up moving back in with my old roommates. . . turns out, the old man next door is white. And there's a pool. And I'm already a little sunburnt. I'm happy. I just need to organize things and get settled and I think I'll be comfortable, sans the inconvenience of getting home on Friday nights. -shrugs- Willow also doesn't like the pool and won't come near if we're outside. I may or may not have thrown her in. . .
Side note: I'm singing in a variety show, so if you can think of a song made famous by a movie let me know. Can't be animated.
My personal demons haven't really let up either so I'll leave you with this song by my favorite American song writer:
hahahahaah.....thats all i really have to say.......oh and im sorry the glass thing didnt really work. its cool, its not like i have two glasses unscathed even after i mustered all of my strength to hurtle them towards the CONCRETE. yeah...its not like thats a big deal...at least yours broke :0)
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