Day 277
Today was one of those days when I didn't do much, but a lot happened. The biggest thing that happened was that I realized two major things:
1. I am going to get my thesis done and it is going to be amazing even though it seems impossible, but more importantly I am going to stop bitching about it. Seriously? I know people who work in depressing office buildings and factories and retail stores. Certainly, this is one of the reasons they fall in love and have babies: to find something their own and meaningful. I have been witchy lately about my thesis and how hard it is and at the same time thinking "Geez, why did everyone settle?" about the people I know who have turned into baby-making machines. Then I realized that I am doing what I want to be doing (going into massive debt in another country) and writing is my love and baby for now and I should be happy and face each day knowing that I can work at this and I can make it as a writer. La la la la, inspirational bullshit, greeting card wannabe phrase, sincere moment, terrible joke to lighten the sincerety (you know, the usual)But damn, sometimes I have ugly babies.
2. So all of my friends have moved away for the summer. There are a few writers still milling about, mostly the ones that I am not all that close to. These are the people who pretty much just keep asking me, "Are you okay?" and when they aren't doing that they are saying, "You are crazy." I have let this drive me to actually being crazy in the past few days and bitched about it non-stop to the only friends I have who do not incessantly assume I am a nut job (probably because they are nut jobs) and basically got super pissed off and in a shitty mood because of it. I have decided to be positive (don't worry, I can still be snarky). So next time I get asked if I am okay I will respond, "Okay? I am a goddamn sunbeam, get your sunglasses on before I scorch out your eyeballs with my sunshine-y better than okayness!! Betch!" And if they ask me if I am crazy I will say, "Yes, otherwise I'd be boring like you." Yep, I think being positive could work for me.
Television is still a wonderland to me. I turned on the TV tonight to discover that The Color Purple was on. I haven't seen this movie in ages, but was immediately drawn in to the characters. Everything about them from the degree of hardknocks they dealt with to how love got them through even when they thought they had nothing. I dry my tears of joy thinking that I don't have a heart of stone and hop into the shower. When I get out of the shower the TV is still on (what can I say, I am a energy-abusing American) and I sit back down mesmerized at Project Runway Canada. Really, it's quite amazing I ever turn off my TV.
Two other things that I saw on the magic TV box today:
Two old ladies that went around the world visiting brothels. They went home and made a "mobile brothel" in support of legalizing prostitution in England in an effort to make sex workers safer. The best part though was when they came home and met with their fellow old gals pals and showed them their dildos and lube.
I watched the episode of South Park where Stan gets sucked into facebook and without realizing it, I was simultaneously and obsessively checking my facebook account and watching the show.
And finally, this morning I woke up and found that Road Trip was on and--shit, it really sounds like all I did today was watch TV. That is so not true. I will say that because I do not smoke anymore I have decided to replace smoke breaks with TV breaks and I used to smoke a pack a day. Plus, it doesn't hurt to have a thesis in TV Writing as an excuse either.
At supper this evening I sat with the gay couple that play trumpets. Usually
their table is pretty exclusive, as in just them, or just them and the other musicians in my building. When I saw my upstairs neighbor sitting with them I took a chance and went up to their table. I asked if I could eat there even if I wasn't a musician and one of them said, "You are a musician, didn't you once say you played the triangle?" I sat right down and made sure they know that I also played the tamborine and bass drum. Then the trumpet couple dished about the neighbors above them. They said, "It's so weird, they have sex all the time, like seriously, ALL THE TIME." "Who?" my neighbor asked. "The hot couple."
Because I live in a building filled with nerds everyone knows who the hot couple is because they are the only supermodel-ish hot people in my building. But, the best part about sitting at the musician table was hearing my neighbor talk about walking down the halls and hearing the not-so hot uncoupled people masturbating to inappropriate porn turned up way too loud. Too bad these people aren't so distinct-looking or I may know who they are, though I suspect it is nearly everyone as it is much more common in nerd popluations to find not-so-gorgeous people beating off to porn alone than hot people fucking, but in a way it is much more interesting, everyone knows what hot people look like having sexual relations, especially nerds whacking off to it on souped-up computers but what sort of hot people are nerds watching?
My mother was trapped in a car all day long today with my father, his motor mouth sister and her crazed religious gigantic husband. In an effort to distract her from having to talk to them I started texting her. Here is the actual conversation we had:
Me: are you home yet? homicidal yet?
Mother: ON OUR WAY HOME NOW I AM GONNA KILL THEM ALL I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE.
Me: i love ur all caps texting. how close to home are u?
Mother: A LONG WAY I AM GOING NUTS WITH THESE BABBLING FREAKS HELP
Me: i am distracting you. did u not have any cocktails? at least u are on the way home. haha. pretend to be asleep.
Mother: I LOVE YOU YES I DRANK BUT IT DIDN'T HELP SHOULD HAVE DRANK MORE HA HA
Me:are they talking to u? i know say you have a headache so everyone shuts up or pull out a gun. haha.
Mother: THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT SHUT UP MEANS CAN I CHOKE UM
Me: i dont think u have any other option.
Mother: YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT IM GONNA DO IT THEN MOVE TO CANADA TO AVOID THE LAW CAN I LIVE WITH YA
Me:Sure i have a giant air mattress.
Mother: GREAT I WILL BE THERE TONIGHT
I am still waiting and she is not here.
Tip of the Day: The kinds of people who want to chat on facebook after 1 am are usually not the kinds of people you should be chatting with.
-Canadian Castaway
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