Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
Got up. Went to class. Went to work. Got home. Listened to my messages. Laid in the middle of the floor and cried. Skinned my knuckle punching the wall. Cried. Put “1,000 Oceans” on infinite repeat. Clung to the stereo and sobbed like a child. Went to rehearsal. Love y’all, really i do.
by krisis
So, after my massive bitch session last night, today was about change. After two particularly bitchy comments this morning at the coffee shop i gave my two weeks notice. It’s a bit odd, because the shop is the first real permanent job i’ve ever had, and i love all my coworkers dearly, but at this point the experience is worth more in stress to me than it is in cash money. I could have theoretically stayed almost through April, but i’m not. Oh well. In other news, i might be moving. I’m not sure. I like this apartment a lot, but i think i’s much worse than a dorm room for me because i really am here by myself almost all of the time, which motivates me 0%. When Matt is here all he does is sleep on the couch or … um… occasionally sleep in the bed, and it’s a proven fact that the social state and work ethics of my roommates rub off on me, so… i don’t know. Moving would be a lot of bullshit, and i’d have to talk to all of our utilities and find people to help me move, but this place isn’t really condusive to my mental health right now, and i really need my mental health.
Other changes? I don’t know. I told Laurel that i had a girlfriend, and then i told her i’d cry when she leaves for Europe. The way i feel about Laurel is sorta the way you feel about that one special ex: benevolent and still attracted even though you know nothing will ever come of it. Of course, nothing ever did come of it because Laurel isn’t my ex or anything like it. What she is is a beautiful & intelligent true friend, one of my first in the theatre at Drexel, and i will never forget her.
So, there’s my positive day. Now i have to go and die… err… i meant sleep. Yeah. Sleep of the dead.
by krisis
So, yeah… there’s a small problem which cropped up last night, having to do with a mouse. I seem to have a mouse, you see. As we’ve been over previously, i am not especially fond of rodents when they’re running rampantly around my apartment. Yes, it means i should probably clean more. Yes, i know it’s definitely more afraid of me than i am of it. Frankly, i don’t really care anything at all for rationality, which was my motivation last night while i stood on my chair with my keyboard in one hand pecking out an “SOS” message on instant messenger. Three minutes later i left the apartment (and matt) to fend for themselves against our evil mousey foe and took off at a jog for where i’d be staying the night. It was mouseless. I slept through my first class, but i didn’t mind so much, because i knew my toes wouldn’t be nibbled off if i let my guard down. Ah, how i love security…
by krisis
Wow. Matt and I are both in the apartment at the same time. And the teevee is on! I was napping hard-core earlier and managed to ditch some of my throat issues, but then i had to jog to rehearsal only to find out that i didn’t have rehearsal and instead was a huge idiot. Ack. Anyhow, it’s sorta nice for us to both just be sitting here at the same time… it sorta brings me back to real life. Which is not where i’ve been within the last week.
by krisis
No one ever agrees with me, but i think people are at their most radiant when they first wake up in the morning. During the night your skelton sorta resets itself, and so does your face. When i look myself in the mirror in the AM i notice the corners of my mouth are higher than usual, and that the little laugh lines i’ve accumulated have smoothed themselves out. Of course, during the day i’ll pick all of that back up, and then some, but it’s nice to be a clean slate for a few minutes before life sets in.
Isn’t it frightening that i already have identifiable laugh lines on my face? I suppose they’re ultimately the sign of a happy life, but i’m not sure that i’m ready for wrinkles before the age of twenty. The alarm clock just went off really blaringly loud, which made me laugh for all of two seconds before the noise got to me and i turned the damn thing off. Matt and i are never here, and i can’t imagine when the alarm was set or for which of us, unless Matt was here yesterday and i totally missed him (which would be pretty funny). I’ve probably spent less time here than Matt in the last week, which is rather disturbing in and of itself. I swear… at this point we’re paying rent just to keep stuff in here.