Archives for September 2000

I unexplicably awoke at 7am this morning, much to my dismay. After contemplating life, the universe, and some other things, i went back to sleep. I was then jolted awake by the alarm clock at 8:23am, which i violently throttled until it stopped ringing. Finally, i willingly arose at 9:15am, extremely well rested.

I had a dream about seeing a play in New Orleans about an autistic child who was left alone at home by his mother who was obsessed with her houseplants the way most people are obsessed with their cats. The play was partially a cartoon, but mostly a musical. I was going to sit up front, but there were three rows of very old people there so i naturally assumed it was the VIP section. Also, i remember thinking that i wouldn’t meet any nice, stable, single people in New Orleans, so i should just enjoy the play and leave.

Then again, where would i meet some nice, stable, single people?

So much for sleep. Perhaps i should write about something personal and meaningful now. Yes, let’s. Hmm… I am turning into a different person in our apartment. Even in the house that i moved into Senior year i didn’t have the sort of reverance and possessiveness that comes with living somewhere where i pay the rent. I obsessively wash all of my dishes, i arrange the shower curtain, and i sit comfortable in the nook of my bottom bunk. Maybe it’s the wood floors, or the way sounds bleed in from all the walls. Sitting in my bed i could here the footsteps of the people in the apartment above ours, doors closing and opening in the hall, children laughing out in the street … and where in any other house that would annoy me to death, here it just adds to the atmosphere. I sat at my computer and drank tea from my favourite mug (not sure when i picked a favourite…) and then idly practiced fingerstyle guitar.

I’ve had my own room, my own floor in a small row-home, and a shared dorm room, but this is totally new and different. There’s no mother, no RA, no drunks to share my bathroom with.

This is home.

Quite a party, … roommates Scarius and Justin have joined us in the apartment. We are discussing our relative compatability for each other via theSpark.com’s extremely intuitive compatability test. Apparently, Justin and I are 100% likely to hook up while drunk at a party. Yes, i find that very disturbing. You must go and see how compatible you are with me, especially if you’re a SWF living on the northeastern seaboard. Err… do i sound like a slimeball now? Anyhow…

Sometimes i record songs for my site and totally forget that i actually performed them well. Two such recordings are “Lost” and “Nothing To Say,” both of which i somehow managed to play to a tee (though not without an occasional fumble). Both songs should be showing up on my new cd in the spring, so catch these early demo recordings while you can!

Power Bloggers is still down, though the rest of Torrez appears to be running just fine. I’m a bit lost without P.B because, aside from the petty competition i imposed upon it, it allowed me to meet and interact with other active and intelligent bloggers like those linked from the side bar. And now what? I suppose i can just monitor the “recently updated” list on blogger, but that’s not particularly informative or fun. And who wants to blog in a vacuum? In space, no one can hear you whine or mope. P.B was truly providing the community with a great service (and good free publicity), and i do hope it comes back soon. Until then, i invite you to send along suggestions of other places where bloggers hang out so that i don’t fall out of the loop (not that i’m terribly in it).