"Thursday Night at the FunnyBone! Same great drink specials and the show starts at 8 featuring Sarah Duncan and Prescott Tolk. Born and raised in Jersey, Prescott Tolk has performed comedy for the past 10 years, crystallizing his personal experiences as a post-graduate slacker in his hour-long comedy album "I Can Complain." Loaded with clever one-liners, prescient observations, and true-life anecdotes, he turns inexorable realities into hard-hitting laugh lines."
The blurb on the website. My name was on the website! Also--Prescott Tolk--genius. I'd never heard of him, so I didn't know, but he was absolutely sensational. SO FUNNY. And he thought I was really funny too, he told me it was very polished and wanted to know how "new" I was because I had obvious skill. Fuck yeah, go me. The place was packed, and I was totally in sync with the crowd--there's nothing quite like the feeling of making a whole room of people laugh--not just chuckle, not giggle--outright openly loudly laugh. It went so well tonight, I feel like a pro. I need more material to be a pro... but still, I'm on my way, I can feel it, and it's great when others acknowledge it too. What a feeling!
Plus, I had a bunch of friends come out--Robb & Christina and their friend Rachel, my brother, and Karly (the other girl I know who's moving to New Zealand, friend from high school) and Allison (another friend from high school.) I felt so supported.
Whee!
In other news, my Dad's getting married tomorrow, so I should really go to bed... I'm really hungry... I've no money for groceries right now, so I'm a little malnourished.
My tent, sleeping bag, and sheet liner all came via ups today. That was exciting. In less exciting news, this girl I met online (I know, I know, online is sketchy, sue me there are no lesbians in bloomington) was supposed to call me today at 10pm... but nothing. But you know? I'm not really phased by that. She seemed cool, and I'm a little disappointed, but honestly? not terribly so. I mean, no one likes to be quote unquote stood up, but I've only talked to her once before, and I'm not looking for anything other than casual dating. This may come off as "doth I protest too much" but I'm really just writing down my discoveries as I make them. Plus, know what I'm realizing more and more? I'm fucking amazing, so it'll be worth it to wait and wait for someone who really gets and appreciates me fully, because I deserve that--hell, everybody does! And if I never find that someone, well, at least I've got Sarah Duncan to rely on--she's always got my back :)
These days, I'm taking things one step at a time.
These days, (or at least tonight) from where I'm standing these days are glowing with promise, joy, and echoes of laughter, loving, and more laughter, laughter. Plus a sprinkle of poetry.
Goodnight world, goodnight moon.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Tomorrow
My Work Visa is coming in the mail tomorrow.
The one that allows me to leave this country for a year.
Also, I just bought my travel backpack online this evening.
In summary, I'm officially starting to freak the fuck out, and this next month preparing is going to be pretty chaotic.
In other news, my Dad's getting married this Friday, I miss a lot of people all the time, I got a job at Carl's Ice Cream that I don't feel like I should take since after two weeks of working there I'll have to put in my two weeks (but I want the money... is it worth it?) and I might go on a date in the future, which is mildly exciting. I'm not looking for anything more than a date (with the whole moving transatlantic thing) but it'd be nice to go on one, since it's been awhile. Not to mention, it's always nice to meet lesbians who aren't creepy and who don't suck. And it'd be nice to feel sort of normal/adult/desirable. All of that good stuff that I should probably feel without the aforementioned date, but whatever, I'm human, what's wrong with getting coffee? I'm just looking for a connection. Isn't that what we're all looking for?
I guess I can only speak for me.
Goodnight.
The one that allows me to leave this country for a year.
Also, I just bought my travel backpack online this evening.
In summary, I'm officially starting to freak the fuck out, and this next month preparing is going to be pretty chaotic.
In other news, my Dad's getting married this Friday, I miss a lot of people all the time, I got a job at Carl's Ice Cream that I don't feel like I should take since after two weeks of working there I'll have to put in my two weeks (but I want the money... is it worth it?) and I might go on a date in the future, which is mildly exciting. I'm not looking for anything more than a date (with the whole moving transatlantic thing) but it'd be nice to go on one, since it's been awhile. Not to mention, it's always nice to meet lesbians who aren't creepy and who don't suck. And it'd be nice to feel sort of normal/adult/desirable. All of that good stuff that I should probably feel without the aforementioned date, but whatever, I'm human, what's wrong with getting coffee? I'm just looking for a connection. Isn't that what we're all looking for?
I guess I can only speak for me.
Goodnight.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
7/19/09
Today at church, I was given a card bearing 100 dollars from an anonymous individual who wished to support my New Zealand trip.
Life is incredible.
Life is incredible.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
And now I'm fine.
This is going to take a lot longer than I thought.
And I could do without the sudden flinch worthy flashbacks, Memory. Okay?
Saw Harry P a second time, read all of book one in one night last night, had a good day, going to shower and then make dinner and then go to a concert with fellow stand up comedian Billie. Church tomorrow, lunch with Mom, and then swing dancing in Peoria, apparently.
Oh, and I wrote a new poem. Check it out on my poetry site.
Word.
Is it better to simply move forward instantly from a life experience, shrug everything off, and hope it will all heal on it's own with enough time?
Or is it better to wallow for a certain amount of time and work through it, step by step, hoping that drudging up all the old will somehow pacify one and then wash over you, clean and able to move forward then and only then?
Is there a balance?
I don't want to go on bedrest so to speak, but I also don't want to slap on a bandaid and jump back into the day to day, ignoring the twinge everytime the metaphorical wound breaks slightly open again if I bend the wrong way. This is a huge metaphor, p.s.
I've just realized that I'm still a little sore about some past o mine, and I know that I'm rather purposefully making myself think about stuff, but at the same time, I know I can't just say, "Oh well," and be fine.
Or maybe I could?
Oh well.
And I could do without the sudden flinch worthy flashbacks, Memory. Okay?
Saw Harry P a second time, read all of book one in one night last night, had a good day, going to shower and then make dinner and then go to a concert with fellow stand up comedian Billie. Church tomorrow, lunch with Mom, and then swing dancing in Peoria, apparently.
Oh, and I wrote a new poem. Check it out on my poetry site.
Word.
Is it better to simply move forward instantly from a life experience, shrug everything off, and hope it will all heal on it's own with enough time?
Or is it better to wallow for a certain amount of time and work through it, step by step, hoping that drudging up all the old will somehow pacify one and then wash over you, clean and able to move forward then and only then?
Is there a balance?
I don't want to go on bedrest so to speak, but I also don't want to slap on a bandaid and jump back into the day to day, ignoring the twinge everytime the metaphorical wound breaks slightly open again if I bend the wrong way. This is a huge metaphor, p.s.
I've just realized that I'm still a little sore about some past o mine, and I know that I'm rather purposefully making myself think about stuff, but at the same time, I know I can't just say, "Oh well," and be fine.
Or maybe I could?
Oh well.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Musings before bed
1. Harry Potter Six was gooooooooood. Some iffy moments of acting as per usual, but some really great stuff too. And Harry had some hilarious bits in this film. It's a pretty dark movie, but it was also laugh out loud raucously funny. "Hi!" If you've seen the film, you'll get that.
2. I think even though I've been pretty single the majority of my "adult life," I've never been the kind of single where there isn't at least one person majorly in my life that I either have unrequited feelings for, have somewhat unrequited feelings for but it's complicated, have requited feelings for but it doesn't work out and then there's general angst, or just a random crush. I assume this is normal. What I'm saying is, I can't remember a periodt of my life when I was without "someone" to think/brood/etc about, even though I never had an "official" girlfriend. I like to say and believe that I'm "good" at being single, and I believe this is true, but I'm only good at being the kind of single I've described. I wonder what it would be like to not have someone in the periphery at all times, or sometimes 3 or 4 someones. It might not be possible, but it is intriguing.
3. I'm reading a book called Everything Belongs. Wait, did I mention that already? Yes, yes I did. In a previous post, that is.
4. I really want to get more into The Format and Beck. Especially Beck. I normally don't love bands with guy singers (not a prejudice just a preference) but there's is something really alluring about Beck's music. I also recently listened to some Smith's stuff--pretty good, most definitely.
I really love love love music.
5. Today was a bizarre day. Car confusion, work, construction, starvation, phone call to Elizabeth, food, failed attempts, a pleasant text, bad time wasting/emotional feeding of fire decisions, unexpected crying while changing clothes that ended as soon as it began, coffeehouse visit to get work done and focus, phone call to Anne that made me feel better, not much work done, much pita, hummus and veggies consumed, feelings of laziness and anxiousness abound over lack of productivity and creativity--no real writing has happened--at least poetry wise--in a month. Self-beratment. Text Robbie, Harry Potter, whee! Home--rejoice to see fruit in the kitchen, eat a banana joyously, go to bed.
6. I have to wak up at 5 am tomorrow to walk Mollie, the family dog. I'm getting paid 20 bucks a day to do it, or else I wouldn't. It's going to suck. Biiiiig time.
7. Tomorrow is pay day and I have never been more excited for a payday in my entire life so far.
8. My acne lotion keeps the acne at bay, but it also keeps the moisture in my face at bay. Booo.
9. A friend owes me over a hundred dollars and she's owed me since May. Love the girl, but I need this money BIG TIME and it's turning me into an asshole debt collector. I have a feeling she won't like me by the time the summer is over. But that's a lot of money, and I need it for my trip.
10. I need to do laundry. Badly.
11. "Let's tune out by turning on the radio..."
Bon nuit.
2. I think even though I've been pretty single the majority of my "adult life," I've never been the kind of single where there isn't at least one person majorly in my life that I either have unrequited feelings for, have somewhat unrequited feelings for but it's complicated, have requited feelings for but it doesn't work out and then there's general angst, or just a random crush. I assume this is normal. What I'm saying is, I can't remember a periodt of my life when I was without "someone" to think/brood/etc about, even though I never had an "official" girlfriend. I like to say and believe that I'm "good" at being single, and I believe this is true, but I'm only good at being the kind of single I've described. I wonder what it would be like to not have someone in the periphery at all times, or sometimes 3 or 4 someones. It might not be possible, but it is intriguing.
3. I'm reading a book called Everything Belongs. Wait, did I mention that already? Yes, yes I did. In a previous post, that is.
4. I really want to get more into The Format and Beck. Especially Beck. I normally don't love bands with guy singers (not a prejudice just a preference) but there's is something really alluring about Beck's music. I also recently listened to some Smith's stuff--pretty good, most definitely.
I really love love love music.
5. Today was a bizarre day. Car confusion, work, construction, starvation, phone call to Elizabeth, food, failed attempts, a pleasant text, bad time wasting/emotional feeding of fire decisions, unexpected crying while changing clothes that ended as soon as it began, coffeehouse visit to get work done and focus, phone call to Anne that made me feel better, not much work done, much pita, hummus and veggies consumed, feelings of laziness and anxiousness abound over lack of productivity and creativity--no real writing has happened--at least poetry wise--in a month. Self-beratment. Text Robbie, Harry Potter, whee! Home--rejoice to see fruit in the kitchen, eat a banana joyously, go to bed.
6. I have to wak up at 5 am tomorrow to walk Mollie, the family dog. I'm getting paid 20 bucks a day to do it, or else I wouldn't. It's going to suck. Biiiiig time.
7. Tomorrow is pay day and I have never been more excited for a payday in my entire life so far.
8. My acne lotion keeps the acne at bay, but it also keeps the moisture in my face at bay. Booo.
9. A friend owes me over a hundred dollars and she's owed me since May. Love the girl, but I need this money BIG TIME and it's turning me into an asshole debt collector. I have a feeling she won't like me by the time the summer is over. But that's a lot of money, and I need it for my trip.
10. I need to do laundry. Badly.
11. "Let's tune out by turning on the radio..."
Bon nuit.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Confession:
Engaging in online dating makes me feel like a total tool... but I've decided it's no real different from meeting someone on facebook, and I've definitely done that... more than once... so I choose to be excited about someone (who is darn cute and seemingly intelligent and charming) thinking I'm darn cute and seemingly intelligent and charming.
So there.
Engaging in online dating makes me feel like a total tool... but I've decided it's no real different from meeting someone on facebook, and I've definitely done that... more than once... so I choose to be excited about someone (who is darn cute and seemingly intelligent and charming) thinking I'm darn cute and seemingly intelligent and charming.
So there.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Jessica, Your Wedding Was Amazing! But in other news...
I'm reading a book recommended to me by my mother's Spiritual Adivsor. It's called Everything Belongs, and it's actually damn good.
Two phrases that are turning in my head right now:
1. Tabula Rasa--it's a common phrase, (and a buffy ep title) but it's latin for "clean slate."
2. This is a prayer I find incredibly soothing and also hits to the heart of what I believe God is:
God beneath you,
God in front of you,
God behind you,
God above you,
God within you.
What's cool to me is that you can replace "God" with a "Joy" or "Love" or "Light" or "Peace" or pretty much anything like that, and to me, the prayer doesn't change, because I believe God is all of those things, and all of those things are God.
Cool, huh?
Two phrases that are turning in my head right now:
1. Tabula Rasa--it's a common phrase, (and a buffy ep title) but it's latin for "clean slate."
2. This is a prayer I find incredibly soothing and also hits to the heart of what I believe God is:
God beneath you,
God in front of you,
God behind you,
God above you,
God within you.
What's cool to me is that you can replace "God" with a "Joy" or "Love" or "Light" or "Peace" or pretty much anything like that, and to me, the prayer doesn't change, because I believe God is all of those things, and all of those things are God.
Cool, huh?
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