My personal life has taken a turn for the worst, which makes me feel like I don't want to get out of bed in the morning, while at the same time makes me feel challenged, like I want to conquer this and say that I'm that much stronger than the average person. I am a walking paradox. On that front, I'm going to leave the details at that. The people closest to me already know what I'm talking about.
That's not to say I've been I haven't been getting out of bed, mind you. While I may be experiencing a period of momentary devastation, the past two weeks have been very eye opening on many fronts. I feel like, if my life were to be divided into chronicles of a book series, this week was the close of one book, and I'm just now starting to unravel the opening chapters of the next. Several loose plot points have wrapped up, with many new emerging for the next story. Or, as I like to say, I'm sitting on the edge of my seat, waiting to find out what will happen on the other side of this season finale's cliffhanger.
Shifting gears, I wanted to comment on the loose ends I left with in my last post. The fair and Weird Al never happened; instead, I found myself along with Liz (who was down visiting for a few days) and Ryan riding in the trunk of a car, leading us to an abandoned mansion to watch a super secret, super underground concert. I'll spare all the incriminating details, but this was definitely a summer story for the books (and, strangely enough, I've been running from the cops more this summer than any other...)
Disneyland and the DCI show both happened as planned. I had a great time hanging out with Amy and Alex at the park, and got a chance to hit everything I wanted (save the Aladdin show) before my long Disneyland drought which will last until at least September. I will probably not remember the DCI show with very fond memories, but I did get to see a few good performances.
I had to work the 4th of July, which turned out okay since the theater was dead and I got to watch the fireworks from the roof of the building. If I ever get fired from this job, it may very well the first time they every have to fire someone for "miscellaneous roof activities".
I've spent this whole week house sitting the Davis house with Vince and John. It's been good bonding time; the closest I've ever had to a roommate type situation, so I will be sad to see it end (though glad that the Davis' will be returning.)
When I start feeling better, I'll try to start updating as frequently as I used to. Until then, I'm going to take this opportunity to rework and add to many sections of this unfinished website. For now, here is an excerpt that John wrote on Lona's face book wall, which I will end this post on:
chewy, vince and i have divided the house into our own nation-states, vince has the entertainment room, chewy has the kitchen (duh) and living room, i just went through a pretty sizeable conquest and have all of the bedrooms.
the fridge is empty except for bones and carrion. the spa has frozen over in the winter wind and a ship is trapped in the ice. the television is trapped on the porn channel thanks to vince. the cacti has overtaken the entire front yard, cars have been smashed in and are the caverns of local homeless people
the real ruler is the cat, who has started a feral cat colony in the attic. they attack at night, when no one is watching. i have lost a leg ... and my dignity
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