It's too late for this
But I haven't blogged in a minute and more importantly I've wanted to express myself all fucking weekend with no prevail. Although, the highlight of the whole thing would be the conversation with Ernesto I had all spur of the moment like during just about the entire second act of Ana and Eshu. He was leaving because the play was too intense for him at this time in his life. I could relate so much. And so in front of Stevenson college we stood and talked for like 45 minutes about real shit. Our lives, our pasts, our hopes, our fears. The things that made us who we are today. And while, of course, we couldn't sum up everything in 45 minutes, I was really amazed at how we were able to connect. He's a really awesome person, it was a true pleasure to converse & connect with him. I miss those connections, seems like everything is consistently superficial in my life, but maybe it's just cause I'm working all the time and work doesn't allow for any real shit.
Self expression. I'm starting to get it. I'm starting to open up, and I felt myself open up a lot this weekend. I feel desperate for those real connections. I want to connect with you so badly but I can't figure it out. I don't know what it takes..."how long must I wait?" kinda deal. Mmm I need some Radiohead in my life right now. Actually I need to go to bed. Meh
So I got a new pipe today and the design is fucking rad. I love glass...oh and wooden stuff. OH man...my assistant manager/friend Laura has all this GORGEOUS wooden furniture and stuff in her house that her husband made. Crazy...it's so nice. Totally makes me think about Lesley and her father. I miss her so much. OOOHHH!! she just IMed Me!!! Good times....(miss you too, Andrew).
And while we're on the whole missing people thing: Jody you bitch I miss you so fucking call me and try to not flake out this time! Lesley, well I already mentioned you but shit you're worth mentioning a fuckin million times as far as I'm concerned. I miss my dad but I'll see him on Thursday and won't miss him again for a while. (Oh man, Thursday---that's a whole other 1/2 hour blog). I miss Kyle! I Miss Matteo the crazy motherfucker. I'm not sure about missing my mom...the anger might be a little too mighty these days. I miss Sameer and the Indian crackers his mom makes. I miss my bubbler but that's not very important. I miss my tia Ceci and mis primos. I miss Austin the little boy I used to baby sit. I miss kissing. I miss Lesley. It's fucking hard. I miss Encinitas. I miss Jonathan. I miss my long hair. I miss figure skating. I miss being debt free. It's 3:10 now. I miss everything is the reality. Everything pops inside my head and I miss it. Hah how stupid. Over it! Hahahaha
I'll tend to all this livejournal stuff tomorrow, gotta get that shuteye but the point is: Daniel Beatty is coming to Porter Dining hall tomorrow/today at 8pm and he's a fucking amazing spoken word artist/actor. His show involves him doing somethin like 40 different characters. AND it's free :) So come. that way I won't have to miss you anymore. Except you, Lesley. Aww.
Self expression. I'm starting to get it. I'm starting to open up, and I felt myself open up a lot this weekend. I feel desperate for those real connections. I want to connect with you so badly but I can't figure it out. I don't know what it takes..."how long must I wait?" kinda deal. Mmm I need some Radiohead in my life right now. Actually I need to go to bed. Meh
So I got a new pipe today and the design is fucking rad. I love glass...oh and wooden stuff. OH man...my assistant manager/friend Laura has all this GORGEOUS wooden furniture and stuff in her house that her husband made. Crazy...it's so nice. Totally makes me think about Lesley and her father. I miss her so much. OOOHHH!! she just IMed Me!!! Good times....(miss you too, Andrew).
And while we're on the whole missing people thing: Jody you bitch I miss you so fucking call me and try to not flake out this time! Lesley, well I already mentioned you but shit you're worth mentioning a fuckin million times as far as I'm concerned. I miss my dad but I'll see him on Thursday and won't miss him again for a while. (Oh man, Thursday---that's a whole other 1/2 hour blog). I miss Kyle! I Miss Matteo the crazy motherfucker. I'm not sure about missing my mom...the anger might be a little too mighty these days. I miss Sameer and the Indian crackers his mom makes. I miss my bubbler but that's not very important. I miss my tia Ceci and mis primos. I miss Austin the little boy I used to baby sit. I miss kissing. I miss Lesley. It's fucking hard. I miss Encinitas. I miss Jonathan. I miss my long hair. I miss figure skating. I miss being debt free. It's 3:10 now. I miss everything is the reality. Everything pops inside my head and I miss it. Hah how stupid. Over it! Hahahaha
I'll tend to all this livejournal stuff tomorrow, gotta get that shuteye but the point is: Daniel Beatty is coming to Porter Dining hall tomorrow/today at 8pm and he's a fucking amazing spoken word artist/actor. His show involves him doing somethin like 40 different characters. AND it's free :) So come. that way I won't have to miss you anymore. Except you, Lesley. Aww.