On Life Generally

We are all worms, But, I do believe, I am a glowworm.

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Winston Churchill

It's been a little difficult lately. Going weeks without work has never been easy for me. I'm the type of person who places a lot of pride in their work and when I don't have something to place that pride in,I get a little depressed.

I had a very good reading last night at the show and expect more to come. They've asked me to return to the reading next month and that will be VERY exciting.

I'm really looking forward to school starting, as per usual, and am excited about my schedule.

I'll be taking, Latin American History and the Harry Potter class ( yes we have one of those) The forensic science class and a few others which will be not only interesting, but also fun to experience and hopefully at least a little bit challenging.

I find that when I'm not challenged I have a tendency to stop trying. So lets see if I can bring myself out of that for this semester.

Good day and good luck

On Mysterious Chirping Noises

We are all worms, But, I do believe, I am a glowworm.

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Winston Churchill

Last night was interesting. I went on a date with this guy I met at a bar ( I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW it's a terrible idea.)

We ended up at my neighborhood bar called Small Bar. He turned out to be the kind of guy who makes friends easily but has no concept of what's appropriate to say on a first date.

" Do you date a lot?" He asks.

" Yes, I date very frequently. I'm trying to cut back, in fact."

" So, out of all the dates you've had how would you rate this one?"

" Seriously? This is about a 6 1/2." Which was far too high in my opinion. But the drinks kept coming and who am I to turn down Modelo Negra? No one at all.

Now I wont go into detail, but I'll admit when I've had a few drinks I get a little bit more candid and free with my words and free with a few other things too.

We ended up back at my apartment and he attempted several advances which I just wasn't having. He got upset, which is what they always do. I kicked him out and hopefully I'll never see him again. That would be very nice.

Yet again, disappointed. Not to mention I woke up this morning with a wicked hang over and after throwing my guts up I think I'm okay now.

Tonight, the roommates and I are going to our favorite Latino Gay Bar called Circuit, where we will drink, excuse me, THEY will drink and dance to our heart content.

On Entrusting Yourself with the Courage to Care

We are all worms, But, I do believe, I am a glowworm.

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Winston Churchill

I'm recently bereft. I've suddenly discovered that the massive endeavor I have made at writing a novel has been defunct. I understand that the muses work on a tight schedule and that they don't always have time for little 'ol nobodies like myself, but it would've been very nice of them to let me know that the 75 pages I toiled over for my novel would be better as a play. Forgive me for saying it but, damnit, damnit all to hell.

It's not easy making such discoveries of ones writing, in fact it's quite the opposite. But, I suppose no matter how hard I tried Theatre would always find some way of pulling me back in. It's not so much the Theatre I hate. It's the actors. I go to an art school, see and I know an actor when I see one. I've done my best to stay as far away from them as possible, not to mention playwrights who have a tendency to be even more ridiculous and pretentious. I've done my best to rise above, shall we say.

But, it seems the universe had other plans for me. Plans, I might add, which had nothing to do with what I wanted for myself. I suppose, following what's best for the piece is the higher ground instead of selfishly expecting my writing to be exactly what IIIIII want it to be is what I should have been doing all along.

I proceed with trepidation, but also with a little more pizzazz. Oh, fuck it, I'll just make it amazing.

On Comeuppence ( or however the hell you spell that word)

We are all worms, But, I do believe, I am a glowworm.

-
Winston Churchill

After a long day of applying for jobs yesterday I decided to take a little rec time and really enjoy being around my roommates. But, our dishwasher isn't working and it's been a little stressful for LRC who happens to be a real queen in the kitchen. I can say most certainly that LRC is the real man of the house. He really runs things. Once one of us has organized something he goes over it with a fine toothed comb and rearranges it in a much better, more efficient way. Don't get me wrong, I love this about him, but it does have a tendency to make the rest of us feel a little ridiculous.

He is master of his domain, I will say that and I appreciate that for sure. Yesterday he came home with this bathroom organizer which had no chance of fitting any where in our tiny bathroom. But he had already ripped it out of it's box and there was no chance of returning it to Target. I gave him a little bit of shit about that. Which was nice.

I've had my fair share of comeuppence when it comes to giving my dearest, darlingest LRC shit though. Since he, the skinniest man on earth, has decided to start working I took it in turns to call him Rocky and play the Eye of the Tiger every time he gets back from the gym. I think this is hysterical. But, ever since I got my Granny Smith he's decided to give me shit all over the place about because formerly I was a Mac hater and now that I've sold out he can't stop making references to me going to Starbuck's and writing with a Chai Tea and the rest of the Mac users.

I deserve it and appreciate it. I love it a little too, cuz I'm the only Granny Smith user at the 'ol homestead.

Maybe I do get a little sick satisfaction out of being a snob now.

Today I will finish, applying for retail jobs online and then sit down to watch a good tear jerker to unclog my head.

We are all worms, But, I do believe, I am a glowworm.

-
Winston Churchill

after a long day of installing software and mysteriously slicing my finger open on god knows what I settled down to watch some tv. I made mashed potatoes with cheddar cheese and had a good long sit in front of the tube. I've been obsessed with the Travel Channel ever since I randomly came across Anthony Bourdain's show. Ever since I've been hooked.

My recent favorite was on tonight, Man v. Food. The premiss of the show is that this lovely, pleasingly plump young man named Adam Richmond goes all over the country in search of foodie joints with foodie challenges. He eats and eats and goddamn eats till the cows come home.

I have a strange confession to make. I judge people on the way they eat. I think it's very telling the way people consume what keeps them alive, their facial expressions, their mannerisms, their manners at the table and most of all the way they chew. I can tell right away if I like someone based on these four things. The way they dance, walk, laugh and eat. Adam Richmond happens to be a fantastic eater. I love it. He consumes food like a king and it is a wonderful thing to watch.

Seriously, watch this show and tell me if Adam Richmond isn't just the most fabulous eater ever.

This show just happens to be one of the few causes of stress in LRC and I's relationship. He hates this show with a passion and frankly just about every other show I watch. Which is just fine because I hate every show he watches.

I tend more towards the more serious cultural shows and he simply can't turn off the Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon and though we don't agree on most tv shows we can agree on VH1 which we both watch religiously.

But, all I need is my VH1, HBO, Travel Channel and A&E for Paranormal State, who's new season is coming up abruptly on us very soooooon. Which is powerfully exciting.

Tomorrow the Ratpack and I are off for some grocery shopping at La Casa Del Pueblo in Little Mexico. And then for some going out in the world.

On Being Disappointed. Period.

We are all worms, But, I do believe, I am a glowworm.

-
Winston Churchill

I have a tendency to believe people when they tell me things. Just in general. When people say things, it is my greatest fault, I believe them and take them seriously. So life can be a little difficult for me. I know for a fact that when men tell you things over drinks they aren't always true and generally they shouldn't be taken seriously. But, seriously, I take them that way. It can be pretty depressing.

But, the good news is there are always more men to be found in the world and more bars to go to and more songs to listen to and more blogs to make.

I came home last night feeling defeated due to a little mishap with me taking men seriously when they tell me things over drinks. I walked in to find PRC and LRC doing the greatest amount of cleaning. I was drunk and so happy to see them it was almost intolerable. I gushed for a few minutes about how happy I was to finally see both of them in the apartment with me and all of us together!!!

I think I scared PRC a little, but LRC is very used to my gushings. The night ended with LRC and I smoking Winstons in the sun room, professing our undying love for each other as we often do when either one of us is drunk. It was picturesque and I love them both very much.

Today I'll finish installing the software onto Granny Smith and finish up the rest of the house work

We are all worms, But, I do believe, I am a glowworm.

-
Winston Churchill

If anyone was wondering my profile picture is Mazatlan, Mexico as seen from satellite.

On Finding Home

We are all worms, But, I do believe, I am a glowworm.

-
Winston Churchill

After a long day of cleaning, talking to the cable guy for three hours and explaining everything to my landlord I finally got a little extra time to sit down and make a real, honest to goodness blog. so here I sit.

My mother has seen it fit to buy me a brand new Mac because of which I will never hear the end of it from my roommate LRC who tends to feel that because I now have a Mac I'll just be at Starbucks all the time writing and drinking Chai Tea. I feel otherwise, suddenly, in fact I feel quite the opposite. I used to hate Macs and I used to hate Mac users. Now I'm a fan and a sell out. Oh, well.

If any one of you watches trash TV like VH1 or MTV you'll know the reality star from Daisy of Love called Sinister. LRC received a call on Monday night from Our Friend the Doorman ( hitherto and hereafter referred to as OFD at a local bar called Debonair. OFD insisted that we come out and meet his friend. His friend just happened to be Sinister from Daisy of Love.NOW! I wanted so terribly to be able to complain about what an asshole the man was but, in fact, he was a very interesting, funny and chilled out guy.  He was very fun to talk to but the only problem is he is SUPER short. I wore my tallest heels that night. I feel guilty just thinking about how the poor man must have felt in the presence of an already tall, now much taller, girl while he smoked a cigarette and answered our questions about the show.

Oh, well I suppose.

Tonight I'll be making another appearance at Debonair for my Darling Older Sister ( hitherto and hereafter referred to as DOS) who's birthday just happens to fall on this very lovely day in August. Many happy returns of the day, DOS!

In other news, the Business Man just isn't pulling his weight and I'll have to let him go. Here I come single men and ladies!