Slacker, coffe and stakes.
2004-05-09 1:07 p.m.
I blew off most of my plans and obligations for the weekend. I'm just feeling too tired and a little world weary. I slept until noon on Saturday and am sure I would have slept later if the phone hadn't woke me up.
Right now I'm sitting in a coffee house with Rebecca sipping coffee and working on my novel. Rebecca is editing hers. There is someone playing really bad guitar over the psychadelic jazz music they have playing here.
Yesterday I managed to get a bunch of scrap wood and junk out of my backyard and dropped off at a local school doing a "Clean up the freaking neighborhood day." As I was loading wood into the back of my friend's truck I held up a real pointy piece of wood.
me: "I thought about holding onto this piece."
him: "For vampires?"
me: "Yeah, but then I thought what are the chances of that happening...again."
Dance Party Remix.
2004-05-06 10:47 a.m.
I managed to pinch some sort of nerve in my hip which is causing me to limp around on my right leg. I�m fairly sure I did it in yoga on Tuesday as we were working on lots of split leg stretches. Ouch. As I was extremely limpy last night I skipped kung fu and went to an improve workshop on storytelling. I like storytelling. You can put me on stage and I�ll talk all night. My only mistake was getting overly excited and mistaking aqueducts for aquifers. Stupid. Stupid.
One of our warm ups was called "Dance Party" where they play music and everyone gets down. Then when the music stops everyone has to freeze in whatever position they�re in. The instructor calls out people�s names and everyone else gets to leave the stage and those remaining have to come up with a scene based on the wacky positions they�re in. Good times. Good times. Except now I�ve got "I Like the Way You Move" stuck in my head. Must download from iTunes so I can exorcise it from my brain.
As there was no jamming, I went out with three of the guys for beers at Rogue brewpub. We felt that we had to do something alcoholic as it was Cinco De Mayo. I had a pint of the chipotle beer. Very strange. I like the brutal bitter much better. So I�m currently running on six hours of sleep. Luckily the barista boys now know my drink order and all I have to do is smile and blurrily hand them my money. ~yawn~
0 People have tried to sell me ViagraGet out of my dreams and into my car novel.
2004-05-05 10:11 a.m.
I�ve been having this reoccurring character showing up in my dreams. He�s some sort of assassin that�s been around for hundreds of years. He�s the guy that does everyone�s dirty work for them. Last night I had a dream that he was sitting on the edge of my bed playing with an ornate knife. We were having a heated discussion about art and writing; he seems to be an expert on the subject. I think he wants to be written into my novel. I�ll do it and see if he gets out of my dreams. Not that he�s a particularly malevolent character, despite his insidious background. It just seems that when people keep coming into my dreams it has meaning, especially when they don�t exist outside my subconscious. I always feel like a crazy person when I try to explain my writing.
On an unrelated note, someone ego searched me on google this morning and read fifty three pages of my website. That�s like over a year of my life. Who was it? Why? I always get freaked out when I see people searching for my name. I always wonder if they�re exes, axe murderers, relatives, coworkers or alumni. I can guarantee you that no one in the world has the same full name that I do so I know they are looking for me. If you�re still reading, drop me a line and let me know who the heck you are.
1 People have tried to sell me ViagraRandom shouts to people in PDX.
2004-05-04 3:00 p.m.
Dear cute guy in the suit who sat next to me on the bus yesterday afternoon. You smelled nice. I like that in a guy.
Dear jay walkers on Hawthorne. If you feel the need to cross illegally then you need to run. Let me make this completely clear: I will run your ass over.
Dear punk group guy who kept me from being pummeled by crazy gay cowboy hat insane guy on Friday night. Thanks. I owe you a beer.
Dear old man who proselytizes in front of my bus stop at the top of his lungs. Nobody listens to you. Not even God. Get a real job.
Dear hemp wearing guy who hangs out in front of Seattle�s Best trying to get people to switch over to renewable power sources. Dude, I like totally know where you�re coming from but like eight in the morning before I�ve had my coffee is like totally the wrong time to talk to me. Dig?
Dear three adorable boys in improv class who flirt with me incessantly. You know who you are. Someone just break down and ask me out. You�re driving me freaking insane.
Dear Rebecca. Let�s finish our novels, get published, quit our jobs, buy houses in Ladd�s Addition next door to each other and get identical English butlers that look like Stephen Frye.
Dear homeless population. I don�t have any freaking change. Leave me alone.
Dear Loki and Trinity. Could you please please please sleep past 4:00am? Mommy needs her sleep.
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10 characters in 100 seconds.
2004-05-04 9:26 a.m.
In iprov class we did 10 characters in 100 seconds. Sounds easy, right? Wrong! You stand up in front of everyone and just start acting off the top of your head. Once you establish one character the instructor will call out �one� and you move on to the next. If your characters all start looking a like you won�t get advanced forward. I think I made it to 7 or 8 and that was because the instructor was super generous with me. I got compliments on creating very individual interesting characters; the problem is that my voice does not change. I need to work on accents, dialects, cadence and volume. So I�ve been walking around the house talking to myself in different voices. The cats follow me around with their ears pressed back wondering what the hell I�m doing now.
0 People have tried to sell me ViagraRejected personal ads for myself.
2004-05-03 2:36 p.m.
Anais Nin type seeks Henry Miller type. Let�s set Paris on fire.
Grown up goth girl seeks morbid boy for late night playing in the cemetery. Pointed incisors a plus. No freaks.
SWF into kung fu, writing, anime, punk, acting, karaoke, paganism, wine & dancing seeks SWM with same interests.
Desperately seeking anyone! Please save me before I adopt more cats.
SWF professional tired of working in cubicle seeks gorgeous wealthy sex machine to shower me with presents and affection.
Witty pretty girl seeks boy with sharp tongue for verbal wrestling and sheet tussling.
Blonde haired green eyed water nymph seeks artist type. Let me be your muse.
1 People have tried to sell me ViagraIn a split second.
2004-05-03 11:04 a.m.
My feet look much better except for a large bruise on the top of the right one, but it doesn�t hurt much. It�s a punk rock badge of honor. My weekends are turning into fun late nights but blurry sleep filled days. I am also working every weekend. If I�m not reviewing files and writing letters I�m dead asleep on the couch covered in cats. I feel bad for not taking advantage of the pretty weather or getting in any additional exercise. I think I need to cut back on the delicious alcohol and quit taking naps. Yeah, we�ll see how well that works. Not working so much would be nice too but I�m pretty much screwed until July.
Saturday night Rebecca and I went to see Fully Committed at Portland Center Stage. It was an amazing one man show about a restaurant reservationist. He played himself, the chef, the maitre de and all the people that called in. It was mesmerizing to watch him play so many diverse characters and how he could change in a split second. We�ll see what I can take from that to improv class tonight.
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