BEDA FAIL

I didn't do it. I am been busy. Or lazy. Blog EveryDay in April just didn't happen for me.

Eh.

Easter was anti-climactic. It could have been tons worse. Not the church goin' type, my family stayed in and cooked. When it came time to eat we did say a prayer, and reflected upon how truly lucky we are to have what we had. And maybe it was just ham, and mashed potatoes, and asparagus and tiny little cup cakes, but it could be nothing. It reminded me of Eliza's play at too much light, that life is like the Grand Stop on the red line, always late and under construction.

I love my city. I love Chicago. I got to take a little walk after lunch, before I had to go to the theater for the show tonight, and I took a good long look at the purple house with the green and gold trim, the one where Billy Corgan used to live, but had some fire on the inside in the last few weeks, causing the windows to be boarded up. I thought about the walls you could see from the outside, through the windows, and how they had been completely obscured by pictures in frames. That's how I want my house to be someday.

The show was pretty great, too. Megan gave me all the old clothes from the suitcase she found, and I am going to wash them tomorrow. I assessed their size, and a lot of them will be too big, or too awkward, but there's this beautiful white dress with a green pattern that will fit me just fine, and two of the dresses are perfect smock cut/size. They probably were smocks for the little old lady to whom they once belonged.

John gets back from LA tomorrow, and then we get to watch the Doctor Who Easter Special.

I missed him something fierce, and he missed me, which made me feel good, because he has expressed that he might not miss me during the times he is away. He is a weird guy that way.

I finally figured out the last line to the chorus of the song I have been trying to write, so maybe that will get done soon.

All in all, not a bad day, but I have a lot to look forward to.

I met a coder for YouTube at the show tonight, and told him that I am an avid watcher or YouTubers, and that I was not pleased with the supposed layout change, relegating user content to the background, and he told me it probably wasn't going to happen, anyway. So, here's to hoping.

My foot just fell asleep. I ought to take a hint.

New plays

Jay Torrence has a new play in Too Much Light that took my breath away. The spoken part was gorgeous, and heartbreaking, and then when he tips the ladder and falls, there is just a stillness and quiet in the theater, and my hear is broken in half. It is a beautiful image.

The funny plays were funny, too, but Jay's play was like the quiet sympathy you have for a friend who just got dumped by a long term S.O. It's surprise and fear.

I have been talking to John's sister, Jeannie a lot, lately. I like her so much. I am excited to go with her and Levi and John to see the Pirate exhibit at the Museum of Science and Industry.

John comes back from LA on Monday, after having Easter with Dino. That should be... interesting at worst, exciting and terrifying at best.

My anchor is having trouble again.

I just typed out "Play." for no reason.

odd..

Slacker.

Saturday?

It was amazing. It was truly, beyond great. I had a good day at work, it was busy, and I got lousy tips, but I had a blast. I then got to go to Chipotle, with John, and we got mm mm tacos. I have dreams about them.

I left my bike my the Chipotle, and now the weather is HORRIFIC. All the worst parts of rain and snow, cold slush falling from the sky. I need to pick it up tomorrow. I hope she's still there. I don't think anyone would steal a bike like Sheila.

In any case, Too Much Light last night was pretty good, not the best I'd seen. I still love Megan's suitcase play, and it's great to see Mary again.

Today, the weather turned into bullshit, and I almost didn't make it to work on time. John leaves for California on Wednesday, and I am working like a madman all week. My feets hurt already.

Now I am ready to curl up and sleep with my kitty babies.

First, some crosswords.

Good show.

Bad Day

April 3rd, from the very start, was not good.

1. Cracked, more like, shattered the glass screen on the iPhone.
2. My checks that I deposited have not yet completely cleared.
3. Accidentally slept way, way later than I would have liked.
4. When I sent in my registration for Circus School, the form I sent, although I sent the filled out PDF, arrived blank, and so I had to send it again.
5. Miscellaneous Fees in my bank account?!
6. Not doing anything on a Friday night.

I feel like I need a good cry.

Today was ridiculous. John is good at cheering me up. I really wanted to see a movie tonight.

Lame. I want Chipotle tacos. Right now.

For Serious, Guys.

There is something REALLY wrong, really, very wrong, with me. The trouble, you see, is that there are new bus ads, the the sides of the buses, that are all LED lit, and very VERY bright. The trouble begins, for me, personally, when the bus is driving by, and a very bright blue light shines in through the store's front window, and my first instinct?

Duck!

Why?

Aliens.

Not even a joke. There were customers in the store, and all of a sudden there's a blue light, and I am down on my knees behind the counter, thinking, "Holy shit! Aliens! I am going to die!" I began to think that I might have seen things, so I peek over the counter and see Mary Poppins, complete with umbrella and carpet bag, on the side of the bus, in the light. It was beyond embarrassing.

In other news, either here, or on YouTube, or on my other blog, (which is more or less also about my days, only... from the perspective of me after I experienced something that might have killed me. It's an odd little writing project I am doing. So, no matter what I write, I will always put a link to it here. Cool? Yes? Maybe?

A lot of the people I watch on youtube are doing the BEDA/VEDA business, and while I assumed they'd be Vlogging, I was inspired by Haley G. Hoover to do write. I love to write, and sometimes I feel like I only ought to write is I have something to say, so maybe I will find I have more to say than I thought. Cool?

Cool.

Alright.

Hey!

Let's make some sense around here!

I gotta go to work!

So, after work!

Let's do BEDA!

Yes!

I got this.

The Truth

The truth is, that when I think about her, and her obsession, I have nothing, absolutely nothing but sympathy, because I find myself thinking that one day, I will need the things she needs.

yes yes yes

oh do i feel good.