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27 August 2003 00:08Had an interesting day. Got woke up by nurmerous phone calls from some people in the cities. Drama, I tell ya, drama, and I have no room for that in my life.
Got the car cleaned, and washed. It got a nice bath, and harry is much happier.
Spent most of the afternoon, sleeping, ran some errons, got some groceries, and have worked on my never ending projects. Working on some costumes, and actually it is going quite well. Basically just chillin' at the home front. Which is great to do every once in awhile.
Bought the Chicago DVD. It's o.k. wasn't what I thought it would be. I don't know, it didn't grab me.
Talked to Mr. Brian P. today. It was great to hear his voice on the phone. That boy has alot of balls and alot of courage and strength. I made him a mix cd of songs that made me think of him, songs that I listened while I wrote in my journal, and just songs in general-each had his/her own personal meaning to it. One of my favorite songs from "longtime companion" was on it "Postmortem bar", which was never released on the soundtrack..in fact, it took me many many many years to try to track that mother fucker down. And it kind of made me feel acomplished once I did find it.
I enjoy music. I have about 400 cd's that i listen to, off and on. SOme have been for drag, some have been for pure enjoyment. SOme just bring back memories. Fond memories, and I look back to how far I have come, and it amazes me.
Had a rough weekend, as mr. Paris said: you were basically fucked up all weekend, and that is correct in all regards from lack of sleep, lack of food, and too much recreational drug use, I was pretty much in my own little world. Sometimes we all need a release.
I started smoking. Figured out too inhale. It's something I regret, but Mr. P then again said, and I agree, that almost every nurse smokes. Which is true. It;s my little vice, my little thing... and maybe it helps me focus.
Trees and Magma is always there to hear me rant on about nothing, or how sometimes I regret things, and how my life is going. SHe and Paris, are my closest on-line friends, and are in that inner circle of people I truely trust.
The show on friday was a bust, but I was so exhausted. The Mankato pridefest was fun. The rochester girls did 2 production #'s that were out of this world. I just feel that i am always the eight man out, and I am not sure why, but it always seems that way, like I am never going to be apart of the rochester girl clique, and that bothers me. Yet I maintain that I am so individual and do my own thing, that it really doens't make a difference in the long run. Sometimes my life is just like high school.
The apt I live in, is o.k. I have been here 4 years, and my second flatmate just moved out today. I got to see in the apt (they were repainting), and it was FUCKIGN cool... very large, kind of like a stuido, but just a really neat little apartment. I really liked it. the first guy was paul who got enough fed ex boxes to start his own division, and now this guy was from Germany. Weird fucker. Never really spoke. Most of the people here, keep to themselves. I wonder what they think of me, if anything, as I am always up till the butt crack of dawn. It;s just wierd.
Got into work late last night, ran in as I overslept on my couch. THe couch is so underrated. I love to sleep on that thing, almost more than my bed itself. Got into work and was in a daze till about 2100. Thank goodness Roxanne and Pam were there. Both were very supportive and gave insights into my life, insights between black and white.
I am going to take one class thsi semester, it will be cheaper, and overall a good choice. I am feeling positive now about this decision than I was prior.
Rosemary is holding her own. I am SO very glad that I went to see her. Laurie and Bridget were on my case about it, and wondered what I thought. It's just a matter of time, but it is this waiting game that gets you every time...
Got the car cleaned, and washed. It got a nice bath, and harry is much happier.
Spent most of the afternoon, sleeping, ran some errons, got some groceries, and have worked on my never ending projects. Working on some costumes, and actually it is going quite well. Basically just chillin' at the home front. Which is great to do every once in awhile.
Bought the Chicago DVD. It's o.k. wasn't what I thought it would be. I don't know, it didn't grab me.
Talked to Mr. Brian P. today. It was great to hear his voice on the phone. That boy has alot of balls and alot of courage and strength. I made him a mix cd of songs that made me think of him, songs that I listened while I wrote in my journal, and just songs in general-each had his/her own personal meaning to it. One of my favorite songs from "longtime companion" was on it "Postmortem bar", which was never released on the soundtrack..in fact, it took me many many many years to try to track that mother fucker down. And it kind of made me feel acomplished once I did find it.
I enjoy music. I have about 400 cd's that i listen to, off and on. SOme have been for drag, some have been for pure enjoyment. SOme just bring back memories. Fond memories, and I look back to how far I have come, and it amazes me.
Had a rough weekend, as mr. Paris said: you were basically fucked up all weekend, and that is correct in all regards from lack of sleep, lack of food, and too much recreational drug use, I was pretty much in my own little world. Sometimes we all need a release.
I started smoking. Figured out too inhale. It's something I regret, but Mr. P then again said, and I agree, that almost every nurse smokes. Which is true. It;s my little vice, my little thing... and maybe it helps me focus.
Trees and Magma is always there to hear me rant on about nothing, or how sometimes I regret things, and how my life is going. SHe and Paris, are my closest on-line friends, and are in that inner circle of people I truely trust.
The show on friday was a bust, but I was so exhausted. The Mankato pridefest was fun. The rochester girls did 2 production #'s that were out of this world. I just feel that i am always the eight man out, and I am not sure why, but it always seems that way, like I am never going to be apart of the rochester girl clique, and that bothers me. Yet I maintain that I am so individual and do my own thing, that it really doens't make a difference in the long run. Sometimes my life is just like high school.
The apt I live in, is o.k. I have been here 4 years, and my second flatmate just moved out today. I got to see in the apt (they were repainting), and it was FUCKIGN cool... very large, kind of like a stuido, but just a really neat little apartment. I really liked it. the first guy was paul who got enough fed ex boxes to start his own division, and now this guy was from Germany. Weird fucker. Never really spoke. Most of the people here, keep to themselves. I wonder what they think of me, if anything, as I am always up till the butt crack of dawn. It;s just wierd.
Got into work late last night, ran in as I overslept on my couch. THe couch is so underrated. I love to sleep on that thing, almost more than my bed itself. Got into work and was in a daze till about 2100. Thank goodness Roxanne and Pam were there. Both were very supportive and gave insights into my life, insights between black and white.
I am going to take one class thsi semester, it will be cheaper, and overall a good choice. I am feeling positive now about this decision than I was prior.
Rosemary is holding her own. I am SO very glad that I went to see her. Laurie and Bridget were on my case about it, and wondered what I thought. It's just a matter of time, but it is this waiting game that gets you every time...