Thanks, Tommy Wiseau
Feeling a lot better today.
Got up early, have some plans with friends during the day, got some stuff done yesterday. Things will look up. They're going to work out somehow.
Spent some time this morning after I got up reading Greg Sestero's book about The Room. I don't know why, but something about that film just makes me so happy. Part of it is looking at Tommy Wiseau's hubris and realizing that I'm at least slightly more self-aware than that. Part of it is knowing that such amazingly unique people populate the world, and I could meet them. Part of it is remembering that screening party we organized in grad school at Jeremy and Kevin's place in South Philly. The night I carried two cases of bottled beer about twelve blocks from where I had been forced to park, only to be admonished by John for not texting someone to come help. The night we got drunk and introduced a huge group of people to this wonderful piece of cinema, followed by dramatic readings from Chip's disgust-o-than, Hog.
Guess I'm just feeling very nostalgic lately. I was missing college yesterday and missing Osaka on Friday and today it's grad school. That was a fun time. That was the closest I've ever been to having a true boho experience. Having so many serious writer friends. Going to theme parties in cramped, run-down townhouses. Seeking out a tiny art gallery where a small event would be taking place. Sitting through bizarre mini-keyboard performances by socially awkward hippies so I could hear a friend read their short story. Helping a friend move out and being treated to a mac & cheese-topped hot dog. Celebrating quitting my job at happy hour in a dark, sweltering hole-in-the-wall dive bar on Passyunk Ave.
Life is long, and full of cool experiences. I'm just hitting one of those rough times that happen every so often. Things will improve, just so long as I keep working at it. I have many more strange and wonderful times ahead of me yet.
Got up early, have some plans with friends during the day, got some stuff done yesterday. Things will look up. They're going to work out somehow.
Spent some time this morning after I got up reading Greg Sestero's book about The Room. I don't know why, but something about that film just makes me so happy. Part of it is looking at Tommy Wiseau's hubris and realizing that I'm at least slightly more self-aware than that. Part of it is knowing that such amazingly unique people populate the world, and I could meet them. Part of it is remembering that screening party we organized in grad school at Jeremy and Kevin's place in South Philly. The night I carried two cases of bottled beer about twelve blocks from where I had been forced to park, only to be admonished by John for not texting someone to come help. The night we got drunk and introduced a huge group of people to this wonderful piece of cinema, followed by dramatic readings from Chip's disgust-o-than, Hog.
Guess I'm just feeling very nostalgic lately. I was missing college yesterday and missing Osaka on Friday and today it's grad school. That was a fun time. That was the closest I've ever been to having a true boho experience. Having so many serious writer friends. Going to theme parties in cramped, run-down townhouses. Seeking out a tiny art gallery where a small event would be taking place. Sitting through bizarre mini-keyboard performances by socially awkward hippies so I could hear a friend read their short story. Helping a friend move out and being treated to a mac & cheese-topped hot dog. Celebrating quitting my job at happy hour in a dark, sweltering hole-in-the-wall dive bar on Passyunk Ave.
Life is long, and full of cool experiences. I'm just hitting one of those rough times that happen every so often. Things will improve, just so long as I keep working at it. I have many more strange and wonderful times ahead of me yet.