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So I'm sitting at Disney Hall in LA right now, waiting for Stacey to finish this performance of Phillip Glass. I uh... am not a fan of minimalism.... it's too repetitive, kinda like the classical version of techno music. Except with a couple of men (one of whom sings like a girl) thrown in.
This trip has been good - good to see Stace, sure as hell hate to leave. Her health is sucking right now, and its freaking her the fuck out - not just because stuff is starting to stop working, but also every step she takes that reminds her of how her mom died of this very same disease like three years ago makes it that much more traumatic. It sucks ass. My friend Richard in Chicago has stopped eating altogether so its just a matter of time now. How/when am I gonna get to go to Chicago? Am I gonna use money I should be using to come see Stacey? OH for the love of god.
Jason has started talking to me again, which is really a good thing. It's nice to have him around again. I sure did miss him. He is definitely a bright spot in my life right now.
I'm doing poorly in ALL of my classes, I just need c's and d's to pass, and I hope to god I get them. I'm getting sick. I need a vacation. Or not a vacation, just a trip home.... I'm homesick. I want my friends, and my mom, and my city. I need to get back on my diet, I feel like a house right now. My jeans are tight on me, and I haven't washed them recently. So either the dirt is so thick that they are fitting tighter, or I'm fattening back up. Maybe I'm bloated, maybe my period is about to start.
Whenever I come to LA Stacey convinces me to spend more money than I have on clothes I don't really need. I'm gonna have to sell myself on the corner to pay for Europe. She did give me money to pay for half. Which just makes me feel guilty. So I've spent too much money, and taken my sick friend's money... I should just refuse the mall alltogether. The cool thing is - I do like the clothes this time, and we found some really cool clothes for Stacey, and she needed some retail therapy.
I'm hearing this performance over the speakers right now from backstage, and thinking about how funny I was last night when Marjorie and I came to see this performance, we were both drunk straight from happy hour, and I am not crazy for Phillip Glass, so I laid my drunk head on Marjorie's shoulder and slept through most of it. I'm sure most of you can empathize with what its like to have my drunk head passed out on you :)
Okay - I'm finishing this post Sunday morning in the airport, and I am so incredibly excited, I got to the airport early because I had to take the shuttle... so I'm sitting at this gate through two flights before me... and I see Flicka!!! OMG she's such a sweet lady. She even remembered me from when I went up to see Matt sing with her! I can't describe the amount of special I feel right now. She is so inspiring, such a sweet lady... Okay - well that made today better.
On a gross note, I'm sick, my throat feels raw and my nose ran all the way to the airport in the shuttle, and I had no tissue, so my sweater is covered in snot. Delicious! Sexy! Who wants to do me?
This trip has been good - good to see Stace, sure as hell hate to leave. Her health is sucking right now, and its freaking her the fuck out - not just because stuff is starting to stop working, but also every step she takes that reminds her of how her mom died of this very same disease like three years ago makes it that much more traumatic. It sucks ass. My friend Richard in Chicago has stopped eating altogether so its just a matter of time now. How/when am I gonna get to go to Chicago? Am I gonna use money I should be using to come see Stacey? OH for the love of god.
Jason has started talking to me again, which is really a good thing. It's nice to have him around again. I sure did miss him. He is definitely a bright spot in my life right now.
I'm doing poorly in ALL of my classes, I just need c's and d's to pass, and I hope to god I get them. I'm getting sick. I need a vacation. Or not a vacation, just a trip home.... I'm homesick. I want my friends, and my mom, and my city. I need to get back on my diet, I feel like a house right now. My jeans are tight on me, and I haven't washed them recently. So either the dirt is so thick that they are fitting tighter, or I'm fattening back up. Maybe I'm bloated, maybe my period is about to start.
Whenever I come to LA Stacey convinces me to spend more money than I have on clothes I don't really need. I'm gonna have to sell myself on the corner to pay for Europe. She did give me money to pay for half. Which just makes me feel guilty. So I've spent too much money, and taken my sick friend's money... I should just refuse the mall alltogether. The cool thing is - I do like the clothes this time, and we found some really cool clothes for Stacey, and she needed some retail therapy.
I'm hearing this performance over the speakers right now from backstage, and thinking about how funny I was last night when Marjorie and I came to see this performance, we were both drunk straight from happy hour, and I am not crazy for Phillip Glass, so I laid my drunk head on Marjorie's shoulder and slept through most of it. I'm sure most of you can empathize with what its like to have my drunk head passed out on you :)
Okay - I'm finishing this post Sunday morning in the airport, and I am so incredibly excited, I got to the airport early because I had to take the shuttle... so I'm sitting at this gate through two flights before me... and I see Flicka!!! OMG she's such a sweet lady. She even remembered me from when I went up to see Matt sing with her! I can't describe the amount of special I feel right now. She is so inspiring, such a sweet lady... Okay - well that made today better.
On a gross note, I'm sick, my throat feels raw and my nose ran all the way to the airport in the shuttle, and I had no tissue, so my sweater is covered in snot. Delicious! Sexy! Who wants to do me?