Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Exceedingly tired,

I stand here at Queensboro Plaza waiting to catch the N train home.

Math quiz, women's studies, a voluntary biology seminar on the genetics of peat moss (which I fell asleep during,) then two hours of volunteering, where I tutor kids in English and Writing.

Sometimes I miss sleeping on a tour bus all day. But I really do enjoy real life better, no matter how hellish both can be.

Photo 1: I have new headphones and look like I've been sent through a tornado. (no Dorothy references)

Photo 2: here on the above ground station, you can see the manhattan skyline in the distance.

Monday, September 26, 2011

The price of eel

went up! Therefore a previously $9.95 Grilled Eel Fried Rice is now an absurd $15.95.

Are they endangered? I certainly hope not. Because dammit, they're delicious.

My typically insane Monday was made a little better by sleeping in through math class. (don't listen to me, kids)

Anyway, ignore this post's content; I'm exploring the blogger mobile app and it's photo capabilities. Bear with me, readers. Oh, wait... I don't have those ;P

Sunday, September 25, 2011

The nice thing about writing

is that it doesn't necessarily matter if anyone will read it. It just feels good to get out there.

For example, I should be sleeping right now. I have to pay my electric bill tomorrow morning before an 8:30 a.m. math class, then I have a coaching, then a voice lesson, then costuming, then tap class, then a few hours of volunteer service tutoring kids. But this will eventually become a normal Monday for me. I'm still getting into the swing of that.

I am so weak.

Most people wouldn't complain about being this busy; that's why it makes me feel like such a weak person when I find myself feeling tired or self-piteous. I have no right to be self-pitying! My life has too many good things in it to feel overwhelmed. Right?

I think the real issue is that I have to spend a lot of time on trains, which drives me batshit, especially at rush hour. It's the noise. So much noise. So very loud, this city of mine. The trains are so. Very. Loud.

At night, I get a few moments of peace and I let myself fantasize about New Mexico spas and my dogs back in Texas and Christmas and crazy Tibetan monasteries I'll probably never be able to see. To be there. To be then, actually. Then and not now. Now is insanity. Now is restlessness and lack of sleep and so very much noise from loud, loud trains and so many people. Then is somewhen else.

But now is the now, so I have to work with it. That's all we can do, right?

Ahh! Real blogging!

It's been too long! But... I'm going to start doing several smaller blogs instead of waiting weeks to make one big one. Not that my blogs are ever particularly nice or anything. Unless I draw stuff.

Anyway, I don't really have anything lucrative to say so here's a picture of some iced coffee from Starbucks after I gave my name as "Dr. Awesome."

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Rush rush rush

It's another crazy day!

I had two classes this morning, then had to rush home to feed the lizards and grab my shoes before tap class. Well, I have to leave in the next few minutes and my tap shoes are nowhere to be found. Oops. This'll be a fun class.

I'm trying not to let my overly hectic schedule get the best of me. I just really wish I had some days off to learn music.

Right now I'm sitting in my kitchen eating a pop tart

before I run out again.


Sunday, September 11, 2011

Untitled ramblings

Auditions are a source of stress,

or maybe it's just that I'm often

an uncontrollable mess.

I work at a pet shop that isn't really a pet shop,

it isn't cruel like pet shops are.

We sell bird cages and amphibian terrariums

and reptile lighting equipment.

We also have caiques and lizards and snakes.

I love all of them.

Especially the dart frogs.

My life has been hectic,

and I'm running in circles

and I spend every day doing things

from morning until night

and I spend a lot of time on trains

and even though I want to read on those trains
and always bring a book,

I usually let my brain go comatose and stare at the advertisements
above the windows.

I read a poem today about the iphone

and how it is a cocky machine.

It is.

I want to return to nature and sit under a tree.

But I'm afraid of bugs in the dirt.

So I sit in my apartment instead.