I Am Failing Already

So, I have been really lagging. I have a big project planned for the next week. It may be a little longer than that before it gets going. I have to move and fly home in the next week. But the plan is to write my dating history up until now. Super navel gazzery, but I feel like it needs to be done.

If nothing else I will look like a total douche.

Yikes

I have decided to get my shit back together. The last two months I have been really slacking. I feel like I have been disappointing people and have not done right by everyone. It's weird when you feel yourself slipping. Your priorities get out of whack and you aren't able to recognize it till it's to late. No ones fault but my own. So my plan to shake things up.

1) Get a new job. I need my nights off and I need to open up life a little.
2) Take more classes. I need to get better at performing.
3) Meet more people. I have a bit of an introvert and need to expand my circle of friends.
4) Write more. Look I know this blog is poorly written. But it's a start.
5) Get healthy. I need to see a doctor and take care of some nagging issues.

Seems like all these things are doable.

Friday

As I reach the end of the week I am really slowing down. I had a great night last night. I hung out with a new friend and saw a fairly amazing show. Mick Napier and Susan Messing did two person imrov for about 45 minutes. They managed to deconstruct the entire process. They denied each other, they called out pieces, and laid things onto one another. All the things that I have been taught not to do. Yet it was one of the funniest and most exciting shows I have seen since I moved here.

So much of improv is beholden to a series of rules and conventions and to see them splintered was really unbelievable. That in and of itself would be impressive but they made it work as a whole piece. I don't being to think that other people should try to do what they did or that they would be able to. But it was exciting to see improv done in a different way than I have been accustomed too. Between that and class it was a great day.

I wouldn't say that what we did in class worked. Far from it. But the enthusiasm for the work is what is exciting. It's a small class and the people in it treat one another with respect and affection. Two things that are becoming exceedingly rare as we progress up the ladder. I think that if that attitude can continue the people in the class will all do well for themselves. I would love to work with all of them independent of the class.

Sleep

I haven't slept a full night in at least two months. This can lead to several problems. I am irritable, tired, and I have been making a series of bad decisions. I have been annoying my friends a bit with my behavior and have not been the most fun person to be around. I feel like I am really out of touch with things. I never realized how bad things can get when you don't get some sleep.

My neighbors keep me up and despite repeated complaints to my manager they keep banging around. Lately I have lost my apatite which I think is related to my sleeping problems. It sucks because my two favorite things are sleeping and eating. Having those things taken away is really killing me. I have had trouble explaining my behavior to people which has led to some problems. It's a real bummer. I wish I could explain that I am not myself right now but I don't know how. Sorry this is not a funnier post but I needed to get this down in writing.

Column VS. The Gas Company

I am moving shortly so I have to contact the appropriate energy agencies in town. Today I called the gas company. The first option on their automated list is "Press one for a gas leak or explosion". This caused me to pause for a moment... just like that. In the event of an explosion would your first instinct be to call the gas company? Would you not call 911? How in the moment do you have to be in order to call the gas company?

I wonder how many calls they get where someone patiently presses the correct buttons in order to report a explosion. What do those messages sound like? Also this was not offered in Spanish it was all in English. Do explosions not happen in Latino households? Do only white people blow themselves up or blow out the pilot lights on the stove? I want to hear several of the messages of people reporting explosions.

"Uh, yeah, so uh, shit went boom. My shed is in pieces on the lawn. Uh, just letting you know. Thanks."

20 Things Ex-Girlfriends Have Taken

1) 50 inch Sony T.V.
2) Pride
3) My first Red Sox hat
4) Dignity
5) My Cat
6) Respect
7) Several well worn T-Shirts
8) Self Esteem
9) The fun out of concerts I have taken them to
10) My strong moral center
11) Best years of my life
12) Numerous DVD's
13) My time
14) Almost lost my citizenship
15) Thousands of dollars
16) My favorite bar
17) The fun out of movies I have taken them to
18) Several good friends
19) The fun out of my birthday and Christmas
20) My liver's perfect health

The Rain in Spain

Opening day here in town and it's raining. If I was the kind of person who believed in signs, this would get me down. As it is I have to go print out my taxes and send out a bill. The rain will not hinder my plans for the day too much. Also I would like to point out how ridiculous the band Hinder is.

I am moving in a few weeks. I am desperate to get out of my current living situation. I live in a bad neighborhood, my neighbors are obnoxiously loud, and my cell phone rarely works here. My only form of communication is my phone, so lacking a signal in my apartment seems kind of dangerous. Most of the time I can only send out texts. Suffice to say if anyone receives a text from me that I am choking, assume that I am dead when you get it.

Easter was kind of fun. I had a nice meal with my brother and his girlfriend. It was really homey and nice. After dinner we went to a show and had a few beers. All in all a successful night.

In The Begininng

In the beginning there was hope. In the beginning there was dreams. In the beginning there was possibility. Lately life is a total drag.

Hey, how are you? I am your average guy. I live in a horrible studio apartment my neighbors upstairs do everything in their power to make sure I can't sleep. I have a college degree from a mediocre school. I work a job that takes up most of time and barley provides enough money to get by. I perform from time to time and do so rather poorly. Someone I like a whole lot wants nothing to do with me. So yeah, things are good.

I guess the professionals call this a time of transition. Not sure what kind of professionals, but lets go with that. So when in doubt go to the internet. As a displaced member of the middle class what choice do I have but to write on the internet? I am positive that at least six or seven people will be fascinated by my bon mottes. As I am sure you can tell I have absolutely no grasp of syntax or grammar. Thank you California board of education. I gave you 17 years and you gave me a diploma signed by the Terminator.

I am going to write here every day. Most of it will be awful. But I think I will feel better.