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mmyeah so who's been mood-swinging like a chimp? (get it, swing, chimp? mmkay...) yeah that would be me.
I haven't been this irritable since....I really can't remember the last time I was such a pain in the ass to be around. Sometime in high school, but this hasn't happened in a while. Just everything going down the drain in a really big way, you know? Or maybe you don't. Whatever. It's okay, I'm not going to rant.
You should thank Naima, because if I hadn't had a light-hearted pseudo pity party with her on the phone, I would be ranting here.
Anyway, yesterday was the Philharmonic concert in the park, which was fantastic even though we got there "late" and didn't have good "seats". But before I met up with James (my friend Levent wanted to come to the concert but couldn't) I saw Fierman. Hadn't seen her in about a month or something like that, since I've been such a recluse. She had a dinner thing, I had the concert thing, so we smoked to chill out a little. She gave me a rough copy of a 17-page epic poem she wrote. More on that later.
So I met up with James, realized I forgot my wine opener at home so thought getting wine would be a bad idea. (WRONG, EVERY OTHER PERSON SITTING BY US HAD AN OPENER) But it was fine because we found ridiculously cheap Yuengling and so got that. And food. We got to the park an hour before the concert.....and it was PACKED. So we sat off to the side, which was fine. We heard most of the music, whatever. But next Tuesday is going to be hardcore. I'm going to get there sometime in the afternoon and just chill and drink before the concert, because actually sitting near the orchestra would be kickass. (You guys can just trickle in whenever you get out of work and whatnot because remember? I'm the unemployed one, I don't have anything better to do except park my ass on the grass and wait for you guys. Oh and people have this thing down to a science; since the Great Lawn is massive, people bring bunches of bright helium balloons and prop them up where they're sitting so that their party can spot them easily. Brilliant!!)
So yeah it was laid back and nice, I'm definitely looking forward to Tuesday which probably isn't going to be as laid back since there will be more people, but it'll be the real deal. Picnic, wine, good patch of grass to call our own.
Crashed at Third North, but watched Office Space first. Awesome. All the Milton scenes really upset me though, every time.
So then on the way back home today I started reading Julia's poem, and I probably looked like a fool because I was crying as I read it. Actually crying. I was wearing sunglasses, but it probably wasn't that great at disguising the wreck I was. Her way with words is just piercing, and it kind of painted in all the gaps and changes that she went through in college that I wasn't really there to witness (even though she was just uptown). It's beautiful. I told her I wanted to take excerpts of it and write some music to it, it was that inspiring. Anyway I'm going to stop, since most of you don't even know who Julia. She's a dear pal who means the world to me.
So. Battled the blues (or the mean reds) today by holing myself up in my room and just writing all day. It really was therapeutic, I got a hearty 8 page poem out of me. I wasn't even writing about what was really bothering me, but it doesn't really matter. I just hate feeling like this, constantly being on the verge of tears. It feels gross.
Seeing Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for free tomorrow with Naima. Deb = so effing excited. Oh and yes I preordered my Harry Potter book and it should be arriving Saturday, FYI. And I'm re-reading the fifth book. geek? never said I wasn't!
I haven't been this irritable since....I really can't remember the last time I was such a pain in the ass to be around. Sometime in high school, but this hasn't happened in a while. Just everything going down the drain in a really big way, you know? Or maybe you don't. Whatever. It's okay, I'm not going to rant.
You should thank Naima, because if I hadn't had a light-hearted pseudo pity party with her on the phone, I would be ranting here.
Anyway, yesterday was the Philharmonic concert in the park, which was fantastic even though we got there "late" and didn't have good "seats". But before I met up with James (my friend Levent wanted to come to the concert but couldn't) I saw Fierman. Hadn't seen her in about a month or something like that, since I've been such a recluse. She had a dinner thing, I had the concert thing, so we smoked to chill out a little. She gave me a rough copy of a 17-page epic poem she wrote. More on that later.
So I met up with James, realized I forgot my wine opener at home so thought getting wine would be a bad idea. (WRONG, EVERY OTHER PERSON SITTING BY US HAD AN OPENER) But it was fine because we found ridiculously cheap Yuengling and so got that. And food. We got to the park an hour before the concert.....and it was PACKED. So we sat off to the side, which was fine. We heard most of the music, whatever. But next Tuesday is going to be hardcore. I'm going to get there sometime in the afternoon and just chill and drink before the concert, because actually sitting near the orchestra would be kickass. (You guys can just trickle in whenever you get out of work and whatnot because remember? I'm the unemployed one, I don't have anything better to do except park my ass on the grass and wait for you guys. Oh and people have this thing down to a science; since the Great Lawn is massive, people bring bunches of bright helium balloons and prop them up where they're sitting so that their party can spot them easily. Brilliant!!)
So yeah it was laid back and nice, I'm definitely looking forward to Tuesday which probably isn't going to be as laid back since there will be more people, but it'll be the real deal. Picnic, wine, good patch of grass to call our own.
Crashed at Third North, but watched Office Space first. Awesome. All the Milton scenes really upset me though, every time.
So then on the way back home today I started reading Julia's poem, and I probably looked like a fool because I was crying as I read it. Actually crying. I was wearing sunglasses, but it probably wasn't that great at disguising the wreck I was. Her way with words is just piercing, and it kind of painted in all the gaps and changes that she went through in college that I wasn't really there to witness (even though she was just uptown). It's beautiful. I told her I wanted to take excerpts of it and write some music to it, it was that inspiring. Anyway I'm going to stop, since most of you don't even know who Julia. She's a dear pal who means the world to me.
So. Battled the blues (or the mean reds) today by holing myself up in my room and just writing all day. It really was therapeutic, I got a hearty 8 page poem out of me. I wasn't even writing about what was really bothering me, but it doesn't really matter. I just hate feeling like this, constantly being on the verge of tears. It feels gross.
Seeing Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for free tomorrow with Naima. Deb = so effing excited. Oh and yes I preordered my Harry Potter book and it should be arriving Saturday, FYI. And I'm re-reading the fifth book. geek? never said I wasn't!
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