Wow! So, I just got back from the Van Jordan reading, which was, of course, incredible. If I had that voice, and that energy, I'd be less afraid in this world. But because my voice is stupid and girly and my energy is awkward as fuck, I was a wreck on the way to pick Van up at his hotel room. Maggie and I took him to the Atlanta Bread Company (while listening to lots of eighties music), where he insisted on paying for us, and we sat by the window and talked about Ohio and movie musicals and trashy romance novels and why people don't read poetry, and he got the same smoothie I did, and oh man, I love him. And then we took him to the Laurel Forum for the reading, which was mindblowing. I don't know how I'm supposed to write poetry for my Monday morning class after hearing Van read like that.
The past few days have been incredible, although admittedly, they've mostly been spent lying in Marshall's bed, doing reading and watching her favorite movie (and episodes of Taxi) and making phonecalls to our families and having half-awake conversations. This means, of course, that I've saved all of my important work until Sunday afternoon. For the weekend I've had, though? It was so worth it. Especially as I got to watch Donnie Darko with Ali and Jordy and Chris in the Video Lending Library (incidentally, one of the spots I've always wanted to have sex in but never thought I'd have the chance. . .), and Ali and I watched the most ridiculous episode of Xena that was based on "The Most Dangerous Game." And I cried during some really inappropriate moments out of sheer joy. And made a playlist that includes CeCe Penniston, George Michael, Skee-Lo, Cher, and all the best boy bands from the nineties. How can I ever be sad again, with a mix like that? And a certain someone I worship updated his blog today.
I really, really want to watch Stage Beauty right now, but need to call my mother and start on some poems about my eventual death. Sundays are harder than they should be, always, but this one's been wonderful, and there are still things I'm looking ahead to, tonight, and I am happier than I have any right to be. That's all, really.
The past few days have been incredible, although admittedly, they've mostly been spent lying in Marshall's bed, doing reading and watching her favorite movie (and episodes of Taxi) and making phonecalls to our families and having half-awake conversations. This means, of course, that I've saved all of my important work until Sunday afternoon. For the weekend I've had, though? It was so worth it. Especially as I got to watch Donnie Darko with Ali and Jordy and Chris in the Video Lending Library (incidentally, one of the spots I've always wanted to have sex in but never thought I'd have the chance. . .), and Ali and I watched the most ridiculous episode of Xena that was based on "The Most Dangerous Game." And I cried during some really inappropriate moments out of sheer joy. And made a playlist that includes CeCe Penniston, George Michael, Skee-Lo, Cher, and all the best boy bands from the nineties. How can I ever be sad again, with a mix like that? And a certain someone I worship updated his blog today.
I really, really want to watch Stage Beauty right now, but need to call my mother and start on some poems about my eventual death. Sundays are harder than they should be, always, but this one's been wonderful, and there are still things I'm looking ahead to, tonight, and I am happier than I have any right to be. That's all, really.
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Hey, just curious, are you a Xena fan? (Btw, I am but totally agree that "Dangerous Prey" was lame.)
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