Saturday, May 24, 2003
Did me a little improv at some workshops, bought some nice clothes from the thrifty thrift store, and had an emotional breakdown. Busy little Saturday.
In the words of a car-wash sign in Ogden, "Hope is the feeling that our present feelings aren't permanent."
In the words of a car-wash sign in Ogden, "Hope is the feeling that our present feelings aren't permanent."
Tuesday, May 20, 2003
Apparently my blog archives erased themselves. Hmmmm. A little alarming, that.
Man oh man, the deeper I sink, the weirder my dreams get. I've been waking up feeling so tired, because every night my brain just fills with all these crazy manic all-over-the-place dreams at this frantic pace, one crazy image after another, until I wake up. All that pent up stuff pinging around in my brain just explodes at night, I suppose. I tried sedatives, but it only made them worse. Maybe they'll stop. We'll see. And by we, I mean me. Its just me, after all.
Man oh man, the deeper I sink, the weirder my dreams get. I've been waking up feeling so tired, because every night my brain just fills with all these crazy manic all-over-the-place dreams at this frantic pace, one crazy image after another, until I wake up. All that pent up stuff pinging around in my brain just explodes at night, I suppose. I tried sedatives, but it only made them worse. Maybe they'll stop. We'll see. And by we, I mean me. Its just me, after all.
Sunday, May 18, 2003
The Sorriest Orange That Ever There Was
Is it not enough that I'm dealing with my old nemesis Clinical Depression? Must my delicious fruit turn on me also? Today on the way out the door, I grabbed my last orange off the counter for a tasty treat later in the day. So I'm typing merrily, get hungry, and stop to enjoy my naval orange. Or so I think. Instead of sweet juicy segments, I get these segment-looking things that have as much juice as a chunk of concrete and the texture of a potato. Is there any feeling more empty than spending five minutes peeling an orange, only to find you get nothing for it? I think someone slipped me a paper-mache orange. Damn them. Damn them to hell.
Is it not enough that I'm dealing with my old nemesis Clinical Depression? Must my delicious fruit turn on me also? Today on the way out the door, I grabbed my last orange off the counter for a tasty treat later in the day. So I'm typing merrily, get hungry, and stop to enjoy my naval orange. Or so I think. Instead of sweet juicy segments, I get these segment-looking things that have as much juice as a chunk of concrete and the texture of a potato. Is there any feeling more empty than spending five minutes peeling an orange, only to find you get nothing for it? I think someone slipped me a paper-mache orange. Damn them. Damn them to hell.
Thursday, May 15, 2003
Discovered another perk to working at Hires Big H... meeting Patrick Fugit, of Almost Famous...er, fame. That was pretty cool. Apprently he comes in all the time. Took his credit card receipt, so technically, I have his autograph. Mua-ha-ha-ha-ha.
I'm so damn depressed. I'd kill myself if my biggest fear wasn't dying a complete failure.
I'm so damn depressed. I'd kill myself if my biggest fear wasn't dying a complete failure.
Saturday, May 10, 2003
Thanks, Uncle Bob!
Home in Hickville for the weekend and so I'm holed up inside, catching up on my bloggery. Kudos to Uncle Bob for his self-made quiz, Which X-Man Guy Are You? Here are my results:
26-27 points: You are Scary Fire Guy. You solve a lot of your problems by burning shit up. It makes you feel better about yourself. Every now and then, you burn shit up to save your friends and they're all like "Thanks, Scary Fire Guy!" but secretly they're scared shitless of you and kiss your ass because they know you can set them on fire. Can you blame 'em?
Home in Hickville for the weekend and so I'm holed up inside, catching up on my bloggery. Kudos to Uncle Bob for his self-made quiz, Which X-Man Guy Are You? Here are my results:
26-27 points: You are Scary Fire Guy. You solve a lot of your problems by burning shit up. It makes you feel better about yourself. Every now and then, you burn shit up to save your friends and they're all like "Thanks, Scary Fire Guy!" but secretly they're scared shitless of you and kiss your ass because they know you can set them on fire. Can you blame 'em?
Friday, May 09, 2003
Linden's List of Great Bands No One Knows Enough About
1. The Groovie Ghoulies
2. Dirt Bike Annie
3. Dressy Bessy
4. Bis
5. The Streets
Got myself a lurvely little job ringing up people's burgers N' fries at Hires Big H. I used to frequent the place after my middle school choir performances back in the day, convinced I was all tired and sweaty like the future singing rock star I really wasn't. Its not a shabby gig to work at, though. We get great deals on food, and we do serve fry sauce, which IS the most delicious sauce in the world. And yesterday I learned how to use the shake blender-thing without losing any fingers. Hooray, me.
1. The Groovie Ghoulies
2. Dirt Bike Annie
3. Dressy Bessy
4. Bis
5. The Streets
Got myself a lurvely little job ringing up people's burgers N' fries at Hires Big H. I used to frequent the place after my middle school choir performances back in the day, convinced I was all tired and sweaty like the future singing rock star I really wasn't. Its not a shabby gig to work at, though. We get great deals on food, and we do serve fry sauce, which IS the most delicious sauce in the world. And yesterday I learned how to use the shake blender-thing without losing any fingers. Hooray, me.
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
Big Dumb Question of the Week/Month/Whatever:
Which would you rather be.. a pirate, or a mermaid? Discuss. (Note: by mermaid I mean mer-persun.)
Which would you rather be.. a pirate, or a mermaid? Discuss. (Note: by mermaid I mean mer-persun.)
Thursday, May 01, 2003
I don't care what anyone says. I liked Lilo & Stitch. So meh.