Rage Against The Teen
Yesterday evening we went over to my parent's house to finally set up my 11 year old neice's email. She has this new computer, but doesn't really have any concept of the entertainment and information it can provide her with. I think she'll get it one day, but for now, I'm not worried. In fact, I think it's better this way. Anyway, she showed me this picture she made on a paint program. A swirling, colorful piece ala abstract Van Gogh.
On the back, written in gold pen was this poem titled Rage, Rage, Rage:
Rage, rage, rage
Why do I have so much rage?
Is rage a part of me
Rage, rage, rage
Confused, I asked her what she has so much rage about. She said that she didn't know, that she just wrote it. Okay, I said. Kind of like writing from someone else's perspective? I guess, she replied and had another spoonful of vanilla cake frosting, right out of the can.
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Monday, May 24, 2004
Party load.
Friday night, I blew my party load. We went to the Townhouse for the dancing, the drinking and fun having. After some Seven-grias, I was in party mode. I danced and got tired. I slept and then I slept.
The best thing about this weekend: cleaning the bathroom. I went crazy. I wiped everything down with bleachy-wipes, I replaced the busted towel rack and the shower curtains, I added a mobile drawer unit to the vanity too. Now there's not a huge pile of cleaning products, lotions and self tanners on the bathroom floor. It's so clean in there now, I just want to hang out in the bathtub. All day.
Friday night, I blew my party load. We went to the Townhouse for the dancing, the drinking and fun having. After some Seven-grias, I was in party mode. I danced and got tired. I slept and then I slept.
The best thing about this weekend: cleaning the bathroom. I went crazy. I wiped everything down with bleachy-wipes, I replaced the busted towel rack and the shower curtains, I added a mobile drawer unit to the vanity too. Now there's not a huge pile of cleaning products, lotions and self tanners on the bathroom floor. It's so clean in there now, I just want to hang out in the bathtub. All day.
Friday, May 21, 2004
Wack
I just went and re-read the last month of posts. I am so boring.
For the first time in about forever months, I really don't have anything to do this weekend. With all the wedding planning and mumbo-jumbo the past few months, every weekend I had was sucked up into making boring decisions about flowers, decorations and spending wads of cash. In the most recent weeks, I've been pretty sick with the flu, so I've been spending those weekends in bed or on the couch watching the Food Network. Now that I'm better and well enough to go out here and there, I still haven't been able to drink much. I'm just scared that the anti-infamitory I'm taking won't go well with a vodka collins. But as I was writing, this weekend...nothing big planned and it seems so nice. I've got a casual game of horse planned for Saturday. I may go see my parents after that. Sunday is the farmer's market. El mercado aire libre.
A few days ago I saw the Shins. Or rather, I stood in an auditorim, crossing and uncrossing my arms for 2.5 hours watching a great band play, while I wished I was sitting down at a table with a cold beer. None of which were present. The Davis Chapter of the Creative Dancers nearly stole the show. I ran into Becky who's getting a job with Bill Smith. She'll be taking couples pictures at proms and that. I am sure I'll get a few special mess ups from her.
A week before that, The Frenchmen played at Edinburgh Castle again. I really enjoy playing shows. Or, at least the idea of playing shows. I never really know what to do with myself while I'm on the stage, or after the performance. I pack up my stuff when we're finished and end up wandering around aimlessly. Sometimes I go get a drink and try to find a nice dark corner to hide in. I always feel just a little bit weird after playing.
A week before that I went to see Belle & Sebastian. Despite my fever of 102 and violent cough, I enjoyed the show very much, but their Greek Theatre show last year was better. I think we caught them on the first show of the tour and maybe they hadn't had a chance to warm up the wit yet. Sadly, there was no after party.
I'm pretty excited about our UK trip. Just a little worried about the food. From watching the Food Network, I get the feeling that all British food has an egg cracked on it. I'm considering going vegan for the two weeks that we're there.
I just went and re-read the last month of posts. I am so boring.
For the first time in about forever months, I really don't have anything to do this weekend. With all the wedding planning and mumbo-jumbo the past few months, every weekend I had was sucked up into making boring decisions about flowers, decorations and spending wads of cash. In the most recent weeks, I've been pretty sick with the flu, so I've been spending those weekends in bed or on the couch watching the Food Network. Now that I'm better and well enough to go out here and there, I still haven't been able to drink much. I'm just scared that the anti-infamitory I'm taking won't go well with a vodka collins. But as I was writing, this weekend...nothing big planned and it seems so nice. I've got a casual game of horse planned for Saturday. I may go see my parents after that. Sunday is the farmer's market. El mercado aire libre.
A few days ago I saw the Shins. Or rather, I stood in an auditorim, crossing and uncrossing my arms for 2.5 hours watching a great band play, while I wished I was sitting down at a table with a cold beer. None of which were present. The Davis Chapter of the Creative Dancers nearly stole the show. I ran into Becky who's getting a job with Bill Smith. She'll be taking couples pictures at proms and that. I am sure I'll get a few special mess ups from her.
A week before that, The Frenchmen played at Edinburgh Castle again. I really enjoy playing shows. Or, at least the idea of playing shows. I never really know what to do with myself while I'm on the stage, or after the performance. I pack up my stuff when we're finished and end up wandering around aimlessly. Sometimes I go get a drink and try to find a nice dark corner to hide in. I always feel just a little bit weird after playing.
A week before that I went to see Belle & Sebastian. Despite my fever of 102 and violent cough, I enjoyed the show very much, but their Greek Theatre show last year was better. I think we caught them on the first show of the tour and maybe they hadn't had a chance to warm up the wit yet. Sadly, there was no after party.
I'm pretty excited about our UK trip. Just a little worried about the food. From watching the Food Network, I get the feeling that all British food has an egg cracked on it. I'm considering going vegan for the two weeks that we're there.
Curbing
Last night I was supposed to go to Lala Land. Instead I ended up getting sucked into 4 episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm. It has to be my new favorite show because it fills the void of Seinfeld. I still have reruns to watch, but I've seen every last one of them before anyway.
Everyone at work is having babies. I just want a house, so I can have dog. A fawny, male whippet. Named Barkemedes.
There's an Italian cucuy movie at the Tower that I want to try and see in the next few days. Cucuy. Growning up, my dad would always call scary movies, cucuy movies. I thought it was a family thing, but recently I found out that El Cucuy is the boogieman or a monster. I guess that means the spanglesh phrase: cucuy movie just means "monster movie." Glad I got that figured out.
Last night I was supposed to go to Lala Land. Instead I ended up getting sucked into 4 episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm. It has to be my new favorite show because it fills the void of Seinfeld. I still have reruns to watch, but I've seen every last one of them before anyway.
Everyone at work is having babies. I just want a house, so I can have dog. A fawny, male whippet. Named Barkemedes.
There's an Italian cucuy movie at the Tower that I want to try and see in the next few days. Cucuy. Growning up, my dad would always call scary movies, cucuy movies. I thought it was a family thing, but recently I found out that El Cucuy is the boogieman or a monster. I guess that means the spanglesh phrase: cucuy movie just means "monster movie." Glad I got that figured out.
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