It has been over a year since I have posted to my journal. Some of you who have me on your friend's list may be wondering why I was there to begin with. Bear with me. Today is a tough one.
Kathryn Perry (Aug. 29, 1917 - Dec. 28, 2003)
You were with me my whole life, yet it seems now like a moment. You have been gone one year, and it seems like an eternity. You were my best friend and my grandmother, and I feel you gone every day. Life seems confusing now that I have lost my ground. I miss you and I love you more than I ever said. You made me who I am and I am thankful. I thank God for every day I had you in my life.
So tonight went MoFo'n splendiferously. Belinda and Courtney came over. We had a bitchin' dinner, and recorded two new funny skits. Tomoorow it's off to see the director of FatGirl Speaks to give her our stuff. Hopefully, we can get a spot playing the festival... And on top of it all, I have a clean house. Fuck Yeah!
Now all I need is a good ******* and I'l be set. (fill in the blank with lewdness of your choice)
Oh, and my record player is now hooked up and I can jam to Muddy Waters on LP. I rock the casbah! Today has been...
Today I feel like my lazy ass is actually accomplishing something. CLEANING! Yay! It's about friggin' time.
It always takes a situation to arise for me to feel inspired to do it. Tongiht Belinda, from the comedy troupe, is coming over for dinner. Afterwards we are going to record a few scripts, so that we can submit them for this years FatGirl Speaks Fest in Portland. I have my mics all warmed up, and am ready to get the comedy rolling.
However, a few more hours of cleaning are in store. I only break now, because I got myself overheated and nearly arfed. That would have sucked, and only added to the list of things I have to clean up. Luckily none of the other things are considered a biohazard by any officiating organization. However, the kitchen could be considered a condemned building. Luckily, the kitchen is Kelly's chore. I have to clean the rest of the apartment. Now I wonder why I wanted such a large place. It only serves to allow more room for shite to build up. As of this point, the stuff has organized, invented fire, and unionized. I believe they are staging a class 1 coup. Luckily, I am launching a pre-emptive strike in hopes that my home will remain firmly in our control. Viva la Republica de Brian y Kelly.
p.s. (I will keep you all abreast of the "weapons of mass destruction" search, that my sweep and clean teams are conducting now. I know they are here somewhere. I swear.)
Current Music
Mickey's Ickies - The Curse of the Bloodsucking Bimbo
HAhahahaAHhAHa... I defied convention and went out! Halloween was not a cess pool of despair as would have lead you to believe earlier.
I took the train downtown, in my bitchin' Jedi garb, met Kelly, and went to the Egyptian Room (Portland's Lesbian bar) with Belinda and Courtney. I had a couple of beers and took the MAX home.
Sure, not the most terribly exciting night, but its a start. I got to dance with Kelly, and that made me feel squishy. But in a good way.
Next year I want to organize a huge Hallowen Blowout called "Sinner's Ball." A real freak fest. Blood, guts, ultimate horror and lots of sweaty gyrating people. Fire eaters, cage dancers, and the "how much metal do you have in your body" competition. It would be totally fucked up and everybody would be trashed. Then it would turn into Zion from the Matrix, with everyone thrashing about to some hypnotic trance crap, and spinning droplets of sweat onto anyone in their path. I, of course would watch the whole thing from a private balcony, and count the mad cash from the night's take. Ah, the Capitalist Voyeur at his best. God bless America! I can be swine too. It's ok, I checked with my local Congressmen.
Well, today wil be loads of fun. I get to sit here in my apartment, smoke cigarettes made from the leftover bits of tobacco in the bottom of the tin, and be shit-out-of-luck when it comes to Halloween festivities.
I was really looking forward to Halloween this year. I had heard that they make a much bigger deal of it in Northern cities. I was psyched. I could not wait to don my awesome Jedi costume that Kelly made me. Unfortunately, stupid little crap always comes up to piss on my parade.
I had gone over to the MAX station with Kelly so that we could get our tickets, and she could go to work. I would travel downtown with her, so she could pick me up some cigarettes and give me a little cash. See, I still have no job, and Kelly's paychecks go into her account, for which I do not have a card. So we get to the train station, and lo and behold the ticket machines cannot communicate with the bank. Kelly only had $1.20 in cash and tickets are $1.30 each. I ran to my mom's apartment to borrow a dime, and then Kelly was off to work.
So now I sit in my apartment with no money, no car, no cigarettes, and no way to get any of the above. All of this leads to the inevitable conclusion that I will not be going out for Halloween. We were supposed to go to a haunted house with Peyton from the comedy troupe, and then meet some other folks at a party. All of these things require me to be downtown to meet Kelly after work. But alas, no train fare. Sure I could try to ride without a ticket, but I would also face a $250 fine. Even if I could make other arrangements, there is no way for me to reach Kelly while she is at work. I doubt she even left early enought to deposit her check in the bank.
She is the one that always complains that we never do anything fun on Halloween, so I thought this year would be different. Who was I fucking kidding?
I would scavenge in the couch for change, but what? That's right! I don't have a fucking couch!
So Crappy Halloween everyone, I'm dressed as an unemployed slob in his underwear sitting in front of a computer. WooHoo! Life's a party!
So I have been an absolute bastard about updating this blasted journal. I do not know why this is but I have some theories. You see, other people's lives are full of events and experiences. Great fodder for LiveJournal. My life, on the other hand, has been pretty uneventful as of late. I can't say that this is really true because I have been busy, but that in and of itself seems a strange concept for someone unemployed.
Nights have been filled with rehearsals, late downtown meanderings, and new friends. I have really enjoyed the time I have gotten to spend with my new friends here in P-town, but I still miss my longtime pals. Nick has been pretty busy lately, and Fred has just purchased a house. I wish I could see it, but 8 hours of flying is probably not worth it.
Portland still holds many secrets for unlocking, and i am enjoying my time here immensely. Exploration is new to me. After living your whole life in the same place, turning a corner only means seeing something familiar. The preocess of discovery is a pretty amazing thing.
The comedy troupe continues to plod on sans full cast. We still need another male actor, and are not having much luck. On the bright side, Kelly keeps coming up with brilliatly funny scripts, and the rest of the cast are par excellant.
I will say that Belinda from our cast is especially talented. She has a great acting ability, but is a phenomenal singer as well. She put this to use the other night at the Egyptian Room, Portland's lesbian bar, where we were hanging out. She made me get up and perform Summer Nights with her from Grease. I sang Olivia Newton john's parts, and she did John Travolta's. God I hate singing in front of people. Apparently it was fine and quite funny, but I felt my legs wobbling. How bizarre. For someone who spends so much time "on the stage" I sure have a terrible case of stage fright.
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