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What a day...
Seems I'm still here, regardless of any hints at the alternative. Now... the words aren't flowing, which disappoints me 'cause today, of all days, should be one that I am verbose on. I guess a summary of events might precipitate my tongue...
I've received quite a few very pleasant text messages and phone calls giving me happy wishes today. It meant, and still does mean, a lot to me that people remember such things. Dates I am horrible with, not as bad with names but, still not very good.
I worked 12 hours today, doing various and sundry things here and there. Did a drop off at the post office for work as well. Met up with Phello at Fashion Square Mall for the Serenity sneak preview that I snagged a couple of tickets for with the Central Florida Browncoats. Then we went and picked up Chad and Malinda. Saw some friends old and new and marveled Phello with my mad 'getting him on movie lists' skills.
On the drive home, with no radio in the car (I will explain in a moment), there was nothing to keep me from looking inside myself. I empathized with Malcolm Reynolds too deeply and my heart grabbed at the emtions of the character. So, by the time I made it home, I was not in a mental happy place. Looking inside myself for too long brings a very dark clarity to my vision and drags my emotions thru the floor. Fortunately, a number of very important conversations with people that mean a lot to me have helped me climb back up the ladder of emotional stability at the cost of sleep. Nothing without cost...
Now... the car radio... Last week was Chuck's birthday party up in Gainesville and Don gave me a wonderful cd/wma/mp3/satelite ready stereo deck for my birthday. The party was awesome and I haven't gotten that gone in a very long time. Well, after much a debacle, Don installs the radio and it doesn't turn on. Ok, he keeps the radio, not putting the old one back in and, says that he's going to work on the deck at home and bring it down to me this upcoming Friday for my party (I will give details in a bit). So... on the way home, since I didn't give myself any leeway time, I notice a few miles down the road that my spedometer isn't working. It's distrubing but liveable. I don't have the time to go back and have Don look at it. Once I hit the freeway, though, I notice the odometer isn't spinning either. This annoys me but, then again, no time to deal with it then. So, since Wednesday night, I've been judging my speed via listening to what gear I'm in and monitering my RPMs. Been very much a blast. Chad said my car looking like a mexician got to it, in his "I don't care who the fuck I offend when I speak, I'll offend everyone equally" manner. Got to love it. We'll see what he brings down on Friday, he being Don, and look into then which fuse is most likely blown. *shrugs* One of these days, I'll get off my butt and learn more 'bout cars. Until then... I'll be true to my Jewish stereotype and hire someone else to do it.
Hmmm... Friday... oh yes... this upcoming Friday is the Premeire of Serenity across the country. In Orlando, the Central Florida Browncoats are holding a Shindig, full of costumes and afterparties. It is then that I'm celebrating my birthday in a true party fashion. I've got a few people from all over FL (and a beautiful Megan from VA) coming in for this, which makes me happy. I'll be covering a few of the movie tickets but, I can't afford to cover the cost of the Soiree that is happening afterwards. Therefore, I've got no clue what everyone will want to do once the movie is over, especially since not all of us will be over 21. We shall see... Maybe people will cover the pending alcohol bill this time. *chuckles*
Game still consumes a healthy (to some people it isn't) chunk of my life and time. And while I do enjoy it (STing more than ever), I'd rather be doing other adult things. I want to walk the beach with people. I want to see opera and theatre. I want to attend concerts of all varieties (except country and christian rock for sure, and not spending any money to see hip&hop or rap or r&b or pop). I want to be able to wander museums again. I want to have someone to cuddle with... regularly. I want to invoke poetry to a beautiful woman in the flesh. I want to touch, smell, taste, hear, see and know more people in my life more intiamtely. I want people to stop running when they find a good thing before they were expecting to. I want to be listened to when it is important and be there when it is needed.
I am moving forward with school, albeit slower than expected. I anticipate sending out the applications with the requisite fees, and requested the appropriate number of transcripts for the various initiutions I attened next week (after getting paid on Friday). UF, UNF, FSU and, UWF is my list. We'll see how they shake out.
I guess I did find my voice in prose, instead of poetry...
Onto my nap before work tonight, for there is no rest for this weary soul... time marches on for me but, the plan to outlive all you bitches is still in the works *grins*
Seems I'm still here, regardless of any hints at the alternative. Now... the words aren't flowing, which disappoints me 'cause today, of all days, should be one that I am verbose on. I guess a summary of events might precipitate my tongue...
I've received quite a few very pleasant text messages and phone calls giving me happy wishes today. It meant, and still does mean, a lot to me that people remember such things. Dates I am horrible with, not as bad with names but, still not very good.
I worked 12 hours today, doing various and sundry things here and there. Did a drop off at the post office for work as well. Met up with Phello at Fashion Square Mall for the Serenity sneak preview that I snagged a couple of tickets for with the Central Florida Browncoats. Then we went and picked up Chad and Malinda. Saw some friends old and new and marveled Phello with my mad 'getting him on movie lists' skills.
On the drive home, with no radio in the car (I will explain in a moment), there was nothing to keep me from looking inside myself. I empathized with Malcolm Reynolds too deeply and my heart grabbed at the emtions of the character. So, by the time I made it home, I was not in a mental happy place. Looking inside myself for too long brings a very dark clarity to my vision and drags my emotions thru the floor. Fortunately, a number of very important conversations with people that mean a lot to me have helped me climb back up the ladder of emotional stability at the cost of sleep. Nothing without cost...
Now... the car radio... Last week was Chuck's birthday party up in Gainesville and Don gave me a wonderful cd/wma/mp3/satelite ready stereo deck for my birthday. The party was awesome and I haven't gotten that gone in a very long time. Well, after much a debacle, Don installs the radio and it doesn't turn on. Ok, he keeps the radio, not putting the old one back in and, says that he's going to work on the deck at home and bring it down to me this upcoming Friday for my party (I will give details in a bit). So... on the way home, since I didn't give myself any leeway time, I notice a few miles down the road that my spedometer isn't working. It's distrubing but liveable. I don't have the time to go back and have Don look at it. Once I hit the freeway, though, I notice the odometer isn't spinning either. This annoys me but, then again, no time to deal with it then. So, since Wednesday night, I've been judging my speed via listening to what gear I'm in and monitering my RPMs. Been very much a blast. Chad said my car looking like a mexician got to it, in his "I don't care who the fuck I offend when I speak, I'll offend everyone equally" manner. Got to love it. We'll see what he brings down on Friday, he being Don, and look into then which fuse is most likely blown. *shrugs* One of these days, I'll get off my butt and learn more 'bout cars. Until then... I'll be true to my Jewish stereotype and hire someone else to do it.
Hmmm... Friday... oh yes... this upcoming Friday is the Premeire of Serenity across the country. In Orlando, the Central Florida Browncoats are holding a Shindig, full of costumes and afterparties. It is then that I'm celebrating my birthday in a true party fashion. I've got a few people from all over FL (and a beautiful Megan from VA) coming in for this, which makes me happy. I'll be covering a few of the movie tickets but, I can't afford to cover the cost of the Soiree that is happening afterwards. Therefore, I've got no clue what everyone will want to do once the movie is over, especially since not all of us will be over 21. We shall see... Maybe people will cover the pending alcohol bill this time. *chuckles*
Game still consumes a healthy (to some people it isn't) chunk of my life and time. And while I do enjoy it (STing more than ever), I'd rather be doing other adult things. I want to walk the beach with people. I want to see opera and theatre. I want to attend concerts of all varieties (except country and christian rock for sure, and not spending any money to see hip&hop or rap or r&b or pop). I want to be able to wander museums again. I want to have someone to cuddle with... regularly. I want to invoke poetry to a beautiful woman in the flesh. I want to touch, smell, taste, hear, see and know more people in my life more intiamtely. I want people to stop running when they find a good thing before they were expecting to. I want to be listened to when it is important and be there when it is needed.
I am moving forward with school, albeit slower than expected. I anticipate sending out the applications with the requisite fees, and requested the appropriate number of transcripts for the various initiutions I attened next week (after getting paid on Friday). UF, UNF, FSU and, UWF is my list. We'll see how they shake out.
I guess I did find my voice in prose, instead of poetry...
Onto my nap before work tonight, for there is no rest for this weary soul... time marches on for me but, the plan to outlive all you bitches is still in the works *grins*