hey, that's life

today i feel: sore
today i'm hearing: m. ward -- post-war
today i'm thinking: there's way too much to wait for

It's a chilly Saturday evening here in B-Town and I find myself with little-to-nothing to do. Thus I turn my attentions back to my dear friend Jo Charles for a bit of blogging. A good call, Kiri. A good call.

Not a whole lot has happened since I was last on here. It's been rather quiet around here and I've been bored to an obscene extent. I've been finding myself on short jaunts with my mother and Samwise in an attempt to ward off the cabin fever I get from sitting at home all day. There's just nothing to do. I've been knitting a great deal, reading, writing with Marion quite a lot. I even cleaned up my room, if you can believe that. But it's easy to tire of the same old walls and the screeching bird and the anxious dog. It's time to head back to school. I'm beginning to go mad.

I'll be heading up to Chicago tomorrow morning which I am elated about. It's going to be wonderful to get out of this town, even if it's only for a couple of days. I'm not sure when I'll be leaving; my ride has yet to inform me. However, I ought to be seeing him this evening and will glean what information I can from him. Worse case scenario I'll ring him up and demand a time. Which he will give. For he is whipped. Mwahaha. Will's da dropped some stuff off at my house so I could bring it up to him. Apparently, the lad was silly enough to leave one of his two pairs of shoes at his father's house, along with his spectacles, several pairs of socks, and Lord knows what else. Honestly, you can't take him anywhere. But those will get stuck into the Bozarth car as well, hopefully not taking up too much space, and delivered to their intended home. Life will be good. Most assuredly so.

I'm rather excited. I've got to take Paige her Chrismukkah present when I go up. I hope she likes it. I spent a great deal of time on it and I think it's pretty groovy. I think she'll like it. If not, I'm sure she'll either give me some sort of cynical but loving compliment or fake her excitement. She's good like that.

I went to Borders today with my folks and finally picked up M Ward's newest album. I'd rather grab Transfiguration of Vincent, but I can't seem to find it anywhere. It's really good, though. He's quite talented. I find him very calming. Whenever I'm upset about something, I try to find a recording of him online and mellow out. He did a live cover of that Dylan/Cash duet, Girl from the North Country, that was surprisingly good. This alone is enough for me to be fond of him. However, I have many, many other reasons to be fond, so I choose to bring them up instead. Ward's one of the only artists or bands I discovered all on my own. I'm proud of that fact, for some reason. My introduction to him and the development of my affections wasn't brought about by someone going, 'Oy, Kiri. You should really have a listen at this,' like so many others. He's unsoiled with memories. He's just...mine.

If that makes sense.

Da also picked me up a copy of Painless Grammar: Second Edition. It looks hysterical. I'll likely loan it out to various acquaintances at school. Lord knows they need it. Good grammar costs nothing. It's also very useful at dinner parties and other social events.

I've been reading Tom Stoppard all day. Can you tell?

I found myself at JPalm's flat last night. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I have discovered, however, why I tend to get inebriated at parties. I'm not a party person, I'm really not. It's fine if a bunch of my friends decide, hey! Let's have a party, and I know everyone there. Then I can Conversation Jump and everything's fine and dandy. But when I'm at a party where I don't know a lot of the people there (or the people that are there are people I'm either not terribly close to or haven't seen in a long while), I shut off. I watch the tellie or hang around with whomever I came with or go play with the cat or something. I'm not good at parties. But when I'm drunk, I don't care. This makes me more social. I don't really like getting drunk that much, though. It has unpleasant consequences. I suppose this damns me to always being awkward at parties. ...I'm okay with that, I think.

I've never understood the great fascination people my age have with going to fraternity parties. I mean, it's fun to go hang around with a bunch of your friends, go dancing, get tipsy, that sort of thing. But why would you subject yourself to a crowded room with belligerent people that stink of cheap beer while being accompanied by the constant fear of drugged drinks and violence? It's entirely possible that I just don't 'get it', I understand that. Like I said, I'm not good at parties. Maybe there's something about being a part of something that makes it wonderful. 'Having one's roots in the big, common experience,' or something like that. I seem to miss out on that kind of thing a lot.

I've got a bit to pack, still, and some things to sort out before I head up north. I'll be back in B-Town Tuesday night, probably around 20.00. Then I'll be here for a few more days before I go off to school for second semester. I'm excited about that. Go figure, right? It's a new start, a second chance, things like that. I'll have auditions soon, maybe even a second show but I'm not sure about that. I have regular tours now, too. I've got a lot to look forward to. I hope all of you are well and warm and have a wonderful rest of the weekend, and a good start to the school year if you're heading that way about now. It's always a new adventure: that's what I've learned from last year. Be well, do good work, keep in touch.