6:45
It's 6:45am as I start to type this (no doubt, I'll finish much later as I certainly tend to ramble... and proof read). It's Saturday and it's still dark out. For some reason the combination of being awake on a Saturday morning while it's dark out is incomprehensible. I set my alarm last night for 9:00...
So, I went to Lena's on Thursday, as usual. I sucked. For some reason my legs were wobbly and I couldn't get myself to stop thinking about it. My voice wasn't quite where it should be either. I played Christmas Time by Bryan Adams and Passenger.
Some pictures were taken, but I haven't taken them off of the phones that they were taken with, so... I'll just talk about it and post the pictures later.
Besides sucking, the night was pretty melancholy-ish. I don't know why. Maybe it was the stillness of winter. Maybe it was the fact that I decided to wear a Santa hat, which I regretted as I felt very silly.
I got heckled on stage. There were marriage jokes.
I don't particularly like marriage jokes. Especially, the "yes dear" ones or the wife = boss concept. Oh, and then there is the "the wife is always right" thing. Such ideas make me uncomfortable... and quite confused. I could probably say more on the subject, but I'm having difficulty wording my thoughts. I'm just uncomfortable with the ideas... and they don't make sense.
Last night I exchanged gifts with a couple of friends. It was cool to see what we got each other.
OH! I almost forgot about Justin, who wore an incredibly gay Santa sweater. I'll post the picture next time.
It's 7:27am and I've spent a lot of time staring of into space... so I'm going to end these ramblings.
Here is an surprisingly accurate description of the type of person I sometimes am.
So, I went to Lena's on Thursday, as usual. I sucked. For some reason my legs were wobbly and I couldn't get myself to stop thinking about it. My voice wasn't quite where it should be either. I played Christmas Time by Bryan Adams and Passenger.
Some pictures were taken, but I haven't taken them off of the phones that they were taken with, so... I'll just talk about it and post the pictures later.
Besides sucking, the night was pretty melancholy-ish. I don't know why. Maybe it was the stillness of winter. Maybe it was the fact that I decided to wear a Santa hat, which I regretted as I felt very silly.
I got heckled on stage. There were marriage jokes.
I don't particularly like marriage jokes. Especially, the "yes dear" ones or the wife = boss concept. Oh, and then there is the "the wife is always right" thing. Such ideas make me uncomfortable... and quite confused. I could probably say more on the subject, but I'm having difficulty wording my thoughts. I'm just uncomfortable with the ideas... and they don't make sense.
Last night I exchanged gifts with a couple of friends. It was cool to see what we got each other.
OH! I almost forgot about Justin, who wore an incredibly gay Santa sweater. I'll post the picture next time.
It's 7:27am and I've spent a lot of time staring of into space... so I'm going to end these ramblings.
Here is an surprisingly accurate description of the type of person I sometimes am.