Like Us All: Inventing Ways to Play Out Time

I suppose I'm a bit overdue around here for words and explanations of how I've been passing my time lately. It has been a while, I guess.

I'm not exactly sure what it is I've been avoiding. Things have gone well, mostly, aside from the odd secretive, tawdry dollop rocking my boat; oh, this princess did feel the pea.

It's funny how we mark time. The only things I remember according to the date are the events which occur only because said date marks the occassion, and not the other way around (i.e. birthdays, anniversaries, religious holidays and 'special commercial occassions' - like Mother's Day). I don't celebrate the birth of a loved one just once a year; I am grateful and joyous every chance I get to see them- I consider this a celebration dance of sorts.

course, then i think of my dad
who time travels mostly now
back to when he was free
and holding out hope somehow
who sits all day in a line
of wheelchairs against a wall
inventing ways to play out time
like us all
like us all

This month the end of my period marked the date of: 2 April, 2005, not a day that will live in infamy (though I did have good hotel sex and that bears mentioning).

Test results marked the 16th of April, 2005. As a marker of time, this day means very little to very many people. But to me and Mine, it marked the beginning of a new era, not unlike the birth of the Christ.

Not long after my last post, I wandered out west (keep in mind I live an hour from the Atlantic) to brave parental Christening. I was out of town until the 3rd of April and have been playing catch-up ever since. I still don't feel caught up, but that's only because I'm drowning in a sea of projects due in less than two weeks. On top of that, I'm auditioning for a job. I am more or less overwhelmed, but cocky of my impending success.

... And so I avoid you? I can't imagine why.

i'll have more to say when i'm happy
'course, then i'll have less to sing

...and these words are my lyrics.

Maybe it's just because April is always a busy month for me, ever since I started college. Papers due, educational examination, and the stress of worrying about all the places you fucked up during the semester and how they will affect your grade.

Oh, but it is a thrill.

course, [none] of us [are] wearing helmets
and our blood [is] just everywhere

I leave for Florida in 13 days (one of my favourite numbers). It's been since October that I've seen my family and friends from home. That makes it six months, a first for me. The most surprising news is that I hardly missed them. Like a ghost appendage syndrome, it feels strange to be so disconnected from people I once felt such a strong connection with.

But I look forward to going back there. I've been missing it lately. I'm so glad I have the 'graduation' excuse. I'm fly out on the 4th (I'm sure I'll tear up again as I watch My Skyline fade below the clouds) and return on the 10th. I plan to have a night out with all my buds, make an open invitation for everyone to come out and see me. It'll be Cinco de Mayo and I plan to drink quite a few Coronas. The following day is my graduation, which my parents are driving down for.

Did I tell you I bought a painting? Yes, I'm now a collector of folk artist Joe Brown. I think he's sweet on me, a fact which disturbs my image of his as a grandfather and genuinely sweet guy. He is a phoenix, having graduated from the streets and into a life of independence. That may be one of my favourite things about him. That, and his talent for painting.

I paid more for the hand-made frame than I did for his painting, so I'm clearly proud of my investment.

And, this morning, I made Her cry out of genuine fear, while I laughed until I realised what was going on. She forgave me, so I'll be sure not to push that envelope ever again. I love her too much.