Act XV: They're like mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned.
It's more of a collection that I'm taking up. This whole writing things down thing. It's a bit of today, a bit of tomorrow and whether I like it or not, a bit of yesterday.
I can be thankful for the schizophrenic weather because it is had yet to bore me or to give me a reprieve and that I happen to be quite content with. It has allowed me to continue wearing my absolutely delicious black jacket of which I doubt I'll ever allow to go out of style. When you have a device or something that reminds you of wonderful people and places that's one thing however, when that device or something is practical...ah! There lays the genius.
So tonight was Installation and more than likely I should be feigning sleep so that I will have the capacity to get up in the morning without having to fight myself to being awake. That and I have to wash the make-up off my face so that my coworkers don't think that I'm some sort of diabolical crossdresser deviant that preys upon the weak and weary.
You know, reading back over that I believe that my coworkers believing that would add an interesting dimension to my life. The reality of how I came to be in full make-up isn't remotely as interesting as the imaginations of the paranoid and gossip-minded. Lindsay says to me, "Craig?" to which I replied "Yes?" (being that Craig is my name and all), "Would you like that I put you in make-up before we go?" to which I reply: "Yes Lindsay. I would like that very much." See? Totally boring and devoid of interest. :)
SO, we're going to Installation and Mikey was spinning. Mikey and Price and it was going to be fantastic because I haven't seen either of them in ages and missed their wonderfully tasty musical stylings and also fancied a game of billards (or pool for those of you playing my game of verbal gymnastics at home). So, I took all of these things into consideration and gathered the troops and we decended on the Room (off Montford Dr.) like the gods of old. Dashing into the building with a sweeping frenzy of expectation and anticipation...
Well, things never go that smoothly and I'm not so arrogant as to say that the actuallity was quite that eventful. In reality we had to wait as Door Guy with the Dreads (sounds like some sort of rasta band, does it not?) confirmed that yes, we were on the list and no, we didn't plan on getting the underage Lindsay completely bombed out of her tiny little body. No, we just wanted to go inside, play some pool, talk some old friends, dance and go away when we wanted to. After finding Shane and Mikey we got in and had our fun and left as planned.
It wasn't interesting. Not fantastic, mind you. It was fun though. 'Interesting' is one of those words when you run out of adjectives and don't feel quite so resourceful as finding a thesaurus to discover a new way to say something was eventful but not remarkable. Maybe I'm a little old-fashioned but I reserve the word for times when something is truly interesting.
For example: A man in a bow tie made of human flesh translating the Magna Carta into Cantonese while fileting a panda would be interesting. Psychologically scarring and brutal to the psyche but, you have to admit, it would be interesting.
I sing while I'm writing. Right now I'm singing along to 'The First Day of My Life' by Bright Eyes and I find that I'm pleased with my voice. Not so much that I would sing outloud to everyone I pass, although I can't say that I haven't before. I happen to like singing and on more than one occation I find myself giving off a massive dose of musical interlude to whomever is passing by because I love to. I imagine that it gives them something to talk about and something to consider when they go about the rest of their day. I'm not saying that I have a lovely voice, I'm just saying that I'm not afraid of it. If I sound horrible then I sound horrible however, how it sounds is in the ears and opinions of the listener and were I to scorn someone for their opinion then I wouldn't be much of anyone now would I? I'd just be someone that has a chip on their shoulder because they can't grasp that people have every right to think and do as they will just as much as anyone.
Well dearest reader, I'm going to go to sleep now. Probably. Maybe. I'm going to give it my best anyways. I'm excited about tomorrow. I just have a really good feeling about it. If it turns out to be a disaster though, that's cool too. I can deal with disasters. Disasters aren't always fun but just like a hurricane it sure does clear the atmosphere sometimes doesn't it?
To empty spaces and daylight, to swingsets and turntables. That's the toast that I leave you with tonight. :)
I can be thankful for the schizophrenic weather because it is had yet to bore me or to give me a reprieve and that I happen to be quite content with. It has allowed me to continue wearing my absolutely delicious black jacket of which I doubt I'll ever allow to go out of style. When you have a device or something that reminds you of wonderful people and places that's one thing however, when that device or something is practical...ah! There lays the genius.
So tonight was Installation and more than likely I should be feigning sleep so that I will have the capacity to get up in the morning without having to fight myself to being awake. That and I have to wash the make-up off my face so that my coworkers don't think that I'm some sort of diabolical crossdresser deviant that preys upon the weak and weary.
You know, reading back over that I believe that my coworkers believing that would add an interesting dimension to my life. The reality of how I came to be in full make-up isn't remotely as interesting as the imaginations of the paranoid and gossip-minded. Lindsay says to me, "Craig?" to which I replied "Yes?" (being that Craig is my name and all), "Would you like that I put you in make-up before we go?" to which I reply: "Yes Lindsay. I would like that very much." See? Totally boring and devoid of interest. :)
SO, we're going to Installation and Mikey was spinning. Mikey and Price and it was going to be fantastic because I haven't seen either of them in ages and missed their wonderfully tasty musical stylings and also fancied a game of billards (or pool for those of you playing my game of verbal gymnastics at home). So, I took all of these things into consideration and gathered the troops and we decended on the Room (off Montford Dr.) like the gods of old. Dashing into the building with a sweeping frenzy of expectation and anticipation...
Well, things never go that smoothly and I'm not so arrogant as to say that the actuallity was quite that eventful. In reality we had to wait as Door Guy with the Dreads (sounds like some sort of rasta band, does it not?) confirmed that yes, we were on the list and no, we didn't plan on getting the underage Lindsay completely bombed out of her tiny little body. No, we just wanted to go inside, play some pool, talk some old friends, dance and go away when we wanted to. After finding Shane and Mikey we got in and had our fun and left as planned.
It wasn't interesting. Not fantastic, mind you. It was fun though. 'Interesting' is one of those words when you run out of adjectives and don't feel quite so resourceful as finding a thesaurus to discover a new way to say something was eventful but not remarkable. Maybe I'm a little old-fashioned but I reserve the word for times when something is truly interesting.
For example: A man in a bow tie made of human flesh translating the Magna Carta into Cantonese while fileting a panda would be interesting. Psychologically scarring and brutal to the psyche but, you have to admit, it would be interesting.
I sing while I'm writing. Right now I'm singing along to 'The First Day of My Life' by Bright Eyes and I find that I'm pleased with my voice. Not so much that I would sing outloud to everyone I pass, although I can't say that I haven't before. I happen to like singing and on more than one occation I find myself giving off a massive dose of musical interlude to whomever is passing by because I love to. I imagine that it gives them something to talk about and something to consider when they go about the rest of their day. I'm not saying that I have a lovely voice, I'm just saying that I'm not afraid of it. If I sound horrible then I sound horrible however, how it sounds is in the ears and opinions of the listener and were I to scorn someone for their opinion then I wouldn't be much of anyone now would I? I'd just be someone that has a chip on their shoulder because they can't grasp that people have every right to think and do as they will just as much as anyone.
Well dearest reader, I'm going to go to sleep now. Probably. Maybe. I'm going to give it my best anyways. I'm excited about tomorrow. I just have a really good feeling about it. If it turns out to be a disaster though, that's cool too. I can deal with disasters. Disasters aren't always fun but just like a hurricane it sure does clear the atmosphere sometimes doesn't it?
To empty spaces and daylight, to swingsets and turntables. That's the toast that I leave you with tonight. :)