She Leads A Lonely Life
Feb. 27th, 2004 07:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
I have been just...tired, all week. In that sort of bad, "I don't feel like doing much of anything" way. I'm pretty sure I should nip it in the bud before it gets, you know, crippling.
Every single penny I have will be going to rent this week, which leaves me with nothing for a little bit; I don't like the idea of not even being able to buy groceries, so I think I'm going to look into giving plasma again for money. Yeah, it kind of sucks a whole lot of time out of your day, but if I can manage to do it regularly that's an extra $50 a week. And that's looking pretty good right now. :) The only *really* sucky thing is that I'm likely to waste most of Saturday afternoon doing the physical check-up thing. Ah well, I can write while I'm there.
I came up with a few great lines for a poem yesterday, and made up a song walking to the bank and back, but the song sounded way too...Mary Tyler Moore and I couldn't figure out what went with these poem lines. I saved the lines at least, for later. Maybe a I can freebase 'em into something great! Mmm, cooking lines with a metal spoon.
We've had this Theatre Conference visit the Walton Arts Center all week, and the little college kids have completely decimated the Thatre, Plays and Shakespeare sections; they've also been buying scads of Philosophy for some reason. We're pretty grateful for the business, even if we have self-absorbed drama queens raining down from the top of shelves. <:) The whole thing has made me realize how much I *REALLY* miss Theatre. If you can imagine it, I used to be an actor back in the day; at St. Mary's College of MD I got to do things like come out of a wooden box on stage and deliver an original monologue to about a hundred people, sit naked in a cold metal chair with a bag over my head and breathe heavily while flashing the college's President and Dean of Students, and do a big patriotic, flag-waving dance while my 'mom' shot an Abraham Lincoln lookalike. I also got to talk to folks like Suzanne Lori-Parks and Bread and Puppet Theatre. There were poetry readings and I was the head of the Pagan Student Association (a very scary prospect, I know) and walking barefoot in three-piece suits in the rain, and grabbing sticks and dirt from outside the theatre to smear over my face to play the Green Man. I used to be a contender! That was simply an amazing time; if anyone's looking into college I highly recommend St. Mary's College of MD. <:) But yeah, these are things I want to do again. So why am I not doing them? I honestly do not know. I was way too messed up at the time I was doing these things to really appreciate them. But isn't that always the way? At any rate, I feel *more* than ready to start...doing again. It just takes doing. Odis' game tonight; I'll try to write summaries for all the games I'm in after I'm done with "Grey Warming Over" but no promises. Writing, plasma donation and the Oscars this weekend. <:) Everyone light a candle for Peter Jackson, eh?
Every single penny I have will be going to rent this week, which leaves me with nothing for a little bit; I don't like the idea of not even being able to buy groceries, so I think I'm going to look into giving plasma again for money. Yeah, it kind of sucks a whole lot of time out of your day, but if I can manage to do it regularly that's an extra $50 a week. And that's looking pretty good right now. :) The only *really* sucky thing is that I'm likely to waste most of Saturday afternoon doing the physical check-up thing. Ah well, I can write while I'm there.
I came up with a few great lines for a poem yesterday, and made up a song walking to the bank and back, but the song sounded way too...Mary Tyler Moore and I couldn't figure out what went with these poem lines. I saved the lines at least, for later. Maybe a I can freebase 'em into something great! Mmm, cooking lines with a metal spoon.
We've had this Theatre Conference visit the Walton Arts Center all week, and the little college kids have completely decimated the Thatre, Plays and Shakespeare sections; they've also been buying scads of Philosophy for some reason. We're pretty grateful for the business, even if we have self-absorbed drama queens raining down from the top of shelves. <:) The whole thing has made me realize how much I *REALLY* miss Theatre. If you can imagine it, I used to be an actor back in the day; at St. Mary's College of MD I got to do things like come out of a wooden box on stage and deliver an original monologue to about a hundred people, sit naked in a cold metal chair with a bag over my head and breathe heavily while flashing the college's President and Dean of Students, and do a big patriotic, flag-waving dance while my 'mom' shot an Abraham Lincoln lookalike. I also got to talk to folks like Suzanne Lori-Parks and Bread and Puppet Theatre. There were poetry readings and I was the head of the Pagan Student Association (a very scary prospect, I know) and walking barefoot in three-piece suits in the rain, and grabbing sticks and dirt from outside the theatre to smear over my face to play the Green Man. I used to be a contender! That was simply an amazing time; if anyone's looking into college I highly recommend St. Mary's College of MD. <:) But yeah, these are things I want to do again. So why am I not doing them? I honestly do not know. I was way too messed up at the time I was doing these things to really appreciate them. But isn't that always the way? At any rate, I feel *more* than ready to start...doing again. It just takes doing. Odis' game tonight; I'll try to write summaries for all the games I'm in after I'm done with "Grey Warming Over" but no promises. Writing, plasma donation and the Oscars this weekend. <:) Everyone light a candle for Peter Jackson, eh?
