Anotehr song about the rain
Ok, so this is my attempt at writing a post that doesn't include me missing anything.
So, it's finally getting cooler around here and, boy howdy, am I digging it. Melinda (aka: "wig girl" or "wig tart" or "my non-biological sister from Arizona") was shivering all day and I did what I usually do when confronted by people from warm climates shivering due to cold:
I laughed.
Long and heartily.
Apparently living in Maine for 24 years has given me a thick skin to the cold. Granted, when I got here I was sweating balls and ached for A/C whenever I walked outside, but still. This is my time now. Now only if we could get some snow banks...
In other news, I am sick of watching "Dracula". Ok, the first few times I saw it while they were in rehearsals was ok. Then it kind of got irritating. Then they added the Special effects, which include gobs of fake blood, pyro (including a gen-U-ine exploding crucifix!), levitation and a monster who jumps in from the ceiling. My interest was once again piqued by these additions. Then we went into tech. For the time being, we'll define tech as "the beginning of a long downhill jaunt over a steeply graded hill with many pointy rocks on the way down". Now, well into a routine of seeing it 8 times a week I am ready to stare into the sun and poke out my ear drums with a stick. Only two more weeks. two... more... weeks. I just keep telling myself that this is me paying my dues and I'll look back on this with a laugh and maybe a slight cringe.
Regardless, things are going well. I seemed to have snuck out of my depression and am actually starting to enjoy things. I think, if nothing else, this whole experience is going to make me a better person. I know that sounds super new-agey and rediculous, but it's true. People don't know me and so my shit is new to them, not just something people who have known me for a while will turn their heads and chalk it up to "oh, that's just Adam". It's not so much holding a mirror up to my face, but more of a someone holding the mirror up to my face and then taking a good swing at me with it.
Although, getting a free Bassman head and then finding a cab for it for only $150 might have helped put a smile back on my face a litte...
But just to reassure you that I haven't abandoned my perpetual fuck-up-edness, I bought a french press the other day, then realized the coffee I have is not only whole bean, but also decaf.
And I'm still single, so if any fine, single ladies are reading this (and, judging by the ladies I know who will read this, can pry themselves away from Sean/Chuck) just remember I'll show you my old Kentucky home any day.
That was SO innappropriate. Just like the Red Sox's performance the last three games.
So, it's finally getting cooler around here and, boy howdy, am I digging it. Melinda (aka: "wig girl" or "wig tart" or "my non-biological sister from Arizona") was shivering all day and I did what I usually do when confronted by people from warm climates shivering due to cold:
I laughed.
Long and heartily.
Apparently living in Maine for 24 years has given me a thick skin to the cold. Granted, when I got here I was sweating balls and ached for A/C whenever I walked outside, but still. This is my time now. Now only if we could get some snow banks...
In other news, I am sick of watching "Dracula". Ok, the first few times I saw it while they were in rehearsals was ok. Then it kind of got irritating. Then they added the Special effects, which include gobs of fake blood, pyro (including a gen-U-ine exploding crucifix!), levitation and a monster who jumps in from the ceiling. My interest was once again piqued by these additions. Then we went into tech. For the time being, we'll define tech as "the beginning of a long downhill jaunt over a steeply graded hill with many pointy rocks on the way down". Now, well into a routine of seeing it 8 times a week I am ready to stare into the sun and poke out my ear drums with a stick. Only two more weeks. two... more... weeks. I just keep telling myself that this is me paying my dues and I'll look back on this with a laugh and maybe a slight cringe.
Regardless, things are going well. I seemed to have snuck out of my depression and am actually starting to enjoy things. I think, if nothing else, this whole experience is going to make me a better person. I know that sounds super new-agey and rediculous, but it's true. People don't know me and so my shit is new to them, not just something people who have known me for a while will turn their heads and chalk it up to "oh, that's just Adam". It's not so much holding a mirror up to my face, but more of a someone holding the mirror up to my face and then taking a good swing at me with it.
Although, getting a free Bassman head and then finding a cab for it for only $150 might have helped put a smile back on my face a litte...
But just to reassure you that I haven't abandoned my perpetual fuck-up-edness, I bought a french press the other day, then realized the coffee I have is not only whole bean, but also decaf.
And I'm still single, so if any fine, single ladies are reading this (and, judging by the ladies I know who will read this, can pry themselves away from Sean/Chuck) just remember I'll show you my old Kentucky home any day.
That was SO innappropriate. Just like the Red Sox's performance the last three games.