Reclusive odds and ends
I've been attempting to be reclusive, although it really hasn't worked out for me. I've spent most of the weekend hiding out in my apartment working on writing a new sketch for a friend's comedy troupe. I've also been working out a bit, and sleeping a good chunk, and working. I've been watching the phone, talking myself out of calling people, or person, while secretly wishing people would call me. Scoop did call me to ask me why I've been hiding. The truth is... I saw him on Friday, he called me Saturday morning, and then he called me on Sunday night. Still, it did feel like forever since I last talked to him, or anyone for that matter. I went from talking to certain people two or three times a day to... I don't know what. I told him I was avoiding him because I hadn't written his piece yet. I'm almost done with it though.
It's a refurbished Map of Woe. I'd originally wrote the Map of Woe for Theater Guy's comedy/performance troupe. Basically, it's about me, and all the shitty relationships and almost relationships I've had, and how they subsequently, and almost immediately ended. Scoop and his partner liked the idea, but wanted me to somehow put the sketch that I'd written within a bigger sketch. I had a hell of a time trying to figure it all out... but I'm onto something good. Fortunately, or unfortunately (depending on what your tastes are) recent events have made an already awkaward sketch (it's not low brow comedy, but rather tragic comedy, very "british") into an awkaward, slightly angry sketch... which, in it's own way makes it just that much more tradgic. None of my recent woes have made it into the sketch though... I've yet to forget my lesson... take from life, but make sure life can't take back from you first.
Another thing I've been doing is running... jogging... power walking. All of them. Maybe not so much the running... I guess it depends, I need a definition between a jog and a run. My SMU friend has covinced me to join him in dashing the Greenville St. Patrick's Day Dash this Saturday morning. It's a 5K dash, which equates to just over three miles. As of right now I can jog about 1 1/2 miles before heart failure sets in. I figure I'm half way there. I've got the rest of this week to train. I'm pretty sure I can get myself up to 2 1/2 miles by Friday, and just hope for the best come Saturday morning.
I miss talking to my friend... but... eeeeeeeeeee. I don't know what to do about that.
finally, HPB Lewisville is getting a face life, or so they say... meaning I'll get to move a shit load of books this summer. They told us the other day that we'd have to start taking down all our little decorations that we've put up on the walls over the years. Unfortunately most of them are mine.
My favorite that I will miss the most: A giant cut out picture of Ruben's (the American Idol guy) head, with a word bubble saying, "I love sandwiches!" and two romance paperback covers whcih I altered, by replacing Fabio's head with the drawings of the head of Santa Clause (I renamed the book "Santa Baby") and Abe Lincoln (Renamed, "No Pants Sensation Proclimation!").
It's a refurbished Map of Woe. I'd originally wrote the Map of Woe for Theater Guy's comedy/performance troupe. Basically, it's about me, and all the shitty relationships and almost relationships I've had, and how they subsequently, and almost immediately ended. Scoop and his partner liked the idea, but wanted me to somehow put the sketch that I'd written within a bigger sketch. I had a hell of a time trying to figure it all out... but I'm onto something good. Fortunately, or unfortunately (depending on what your tastes are) recent events have made an already awkaward sketch (it's not low brow comedy, but rather tragic comedy, very "british") into an awkaward, slightly angry sketch... which, in it's own way makes it just that much more tradgic. None of my recent woes have made it into the sketch though... I've yet to forget my lesson... take from life, but make sure life can't take back from you first.
Another thing I've been doing is running... jogging... power walking. All of them. Maybe not so much the running... I guess it depends, I need a definition between a jog and a run. My SMU friend has covinced me to join him in dashing the Greenville St. Patrick's Day Dash this Saturday morning. It's a 5K dash, which equates to just over three miles. As of right now I can jog about 1 1/2 miles before heart failure sets in. I figure I'm half way there. I've got the rest of this week to train. I'm pretty sure I can get myself up to 2 1/2 miles by Friday, and just hope for the best come Saturday morning.
I miss talking to my friend... but... eeeeeeeeeee. I don't know what to do about that.
finally, HPB Lewisville is getting a face life, or so they say... meaning I'll get to move a shit load of books this summer. They told us the other day that we'd have to start taking down all our little decorations that we've put up on the walls over the years. Unfortunately most of them are mine.
My favorite that I will miss the most: A giant cut out picture of Ruben's (the American Idol guy) head, with a word bubble saying, "I love sandwiches!" and two romance paperback covers whcih I altered, by replacing Fabio's head with the drawings of the head of Santa Clause (I renamed the book "Santa Baby") and Abe Lincoln (Renamed, "No Pants Sensation Proclimation!").