Three Day Weekend!

Yes, that's right, I'm watching the clock slowly tick by on the wall, waiting for the day to be over... seeing as how I don't have to work tomorrow.

Or do I?

See, I don't have to work at my paying job, as I am heading to Washington DC to cover the Small Press Expo. (www.spxpo.com) It should be fun, though seeing as how it's all pretty much an indie convention, I may well be out of my league. i'm not sure what to expect, honestly, but I'll let you know how it goes. I'm going to have to talk to a lot of people about shit I know nothing about, which really is what I excel at.

Tonight Joan Jett is playing in Philadelphia. I was hoping to go to this concert, but not sure if I'll make it or not. In order to attend the convention, I have to use my personal funds, and dammit, hotels are expensive. Kind of reminds me why I never go anywhere.

Right now I'm listening to an oldie but a goodie: Suede's Dog Man Star. It's very desolate and epic, which kind of fits the mood I'm in. I guess. Seriously, I need some kind of spiritual pick me up. I'm not pissy at all right now, but I feel like I need SOMETHING. I think this weekend will be good for me just to get away. I need to schmooze at the convention, but I might take some time out for me. At least I hope to add to our often-in-limbo story.

Completely Bile Free

Well, after being a total piss yesterday, I woke up today to find - lo and behold - a cheery disposition resting on my shoulders! I think the reason is that it is a weekend morning, and this is my favorite time of the week. See, I wake up early, head downstairs, and listen to music/watch cartoons. The rest of the house doesn't really begin to function until noon, but my family instilled a farmer's mentality, so I rise pretty early. And it's great.
Not only do I get alone time, I'm also not bogged down with the stresses of the day. Instead I look to the new day with vigor and a sense of endless possibilities.

I'm scarily optimistic right now.

Updating the media player on my PC, so my file sharing's not working, so I have old-school rap on the TV. Works just fine with me.

Beth has added to our little story we've been working on over at: http://gourbiere.blogspot.com

I need to update the link on my sidebar over there <----, as it points to their old, and now defunct blog. They realized that paying money for bloghosting is a difficult prospect, one which I agree with. I've mentioned before that I considered jumping ship, but really, why would I? I've got over 100 posts invested in this little space... I think I'll stay as long as they'll have me.

Ok, just wanted to drop something nice as it was the mood I was in. I have a wedding today, then a mountain of work tomorrow. I don't know that I was expected my side-project to be as much work as it is, but still, it's bettering me, so I will keep at it.

Oh, snap, N.W.A. just came on. I'm gonna go get my thug on.

Mr. Cranky-pants

God, what a funk I've been in. I'm just all around miserable every day lately.There's not a single part of my life that I don't feel stressed and disatisfied with right now. I have been getting some work up at BrokenFrontier.com which is cool and all, but I probably drop over half the crap I intend to write. I just don't seem to have the time. The fact that I've had to travel every weekend since getting back from California doesn't help either. I need two days away from the earth. One where I can sulk under a blanket for 24 hours, and the other where I can try to accomplish something. Of course, I'm sure I would succeed with the sulking, but find myself failing miserably at the accomplishment thing.

I really don't know what's going to break me out of this. I just feel like I'm pulling everyone else around me's weight. I feel I've been so god damn reliable and efficient, that everyone I know is like, "Fuck it, he'll do it." I know, that's very egotistical and self-centered, but it's the way I feel. Plus, it's my blog, so what did you expect?

Even my musical taste lately reflect it. Usually I'm all about some noisy teenage angst fueled rock and roll... but lately it's been mellow, introspective stuff. A british band called the Captain. Beck's latest. Thom Yorke's thing. and it's a shame, too, as I got some good loud music... like the Fratelli's. It's like the most addictive carnival ear-candy I've had all year.

Last week I spent one night cleaning. me. cleaning. I was hoping my roomates would get the clue, but they instead sat potato-like on the couch. If I would have said anything, they would have come up with the rock-solid defense of "Yeah, well, you usually don't clean." It's like I'm Cindarella, but not the Disney one with the pumpkin carraige, but the Brothers Grimm proper, where I will have to cut off my god-damn toes to get the hell out of here.

Really, I need some ginko biloba or something to cheer me up.

I did purchase tickets to go see "The Australian Pink Floyd." Though a bit pricey, my dad wants to go see them, and so we're going. They're the pink floyd tribute band, and they are playing two nights, both of which will sell out. Strange to see a cover band at the Tower theatre, but it's still Floyd's songs. Who knows, I'm way up in the balcony... maybe the contact high from the second-hand pot smoke will do me some good.

I'll try to write something cheery next time I'm on here... but I make no promises.