Post-screenwriters comedown / Cookies With Cooky / Awwww Yea!
Tuesday. Picked up my car, it now has a stereo system in tact, which is nice. I was having a debate with myself as to what the 1st cd I would play in it would be, as, well, those sorts of decisions are important to me for some reason or other. Maybe it's the fact that the music I was listening to at "x" critical moment of my life, I was listening to "z" and it defined the moment somehow, or burned it into my memory in a way, or whatever the case may be...I was almost going to put in the illustrious Ms. Kirkpatrick, but opted out, and put in a new mix cd that Jeff (friends with Lucas, just met and hung out with the other night) gave me. He'd just met me, and he gave me a mix cd - which was nice. I decided on this disc because it felt like the ushering in of a new era in a certain sense. I've almost lived down in Nashville for a year now, and have begun as of late hanging out with more interesting people who I really dig and get along with. This cd in a certain way represented the new adventure. Plus it has anything from the Smiths to the Murder City Devils on it (note to PhiLL: I still have the little piece of paper / promo card from when we went to see the Murder City Devils in Syracuse back before senior year. It rode in my Neon for all that time, and then made the transfer into my Echo...there it sits, and it'll stay there. So I'm a nostalgic packrat, so sue me!) - New Order, the Shins, Le Tigre, etc and so on. Brilliant. So I picked up my car, put in my tunes, and then went to WRVU to spin some for the kiddies out there. I got so many phone calls today it was nuts - requesting and / or thanking me for a good show. Always good to get feedback from outside of ones friends, and most (if not all) the people who call are persons I don't know. Aside from this one chick who calls and annoys me with stupid commentary and / or lewd comments, I love my 3 hour block of playtime. She called back after I unenthusiastically took her prank phone call (she pretended someone else was going to call and prank me and gave appropriate instructions according to herself as to how I should handle the call) but it was her both times. Maybe she's schizophrenic, but I wasn't amused. Then she called back to ask me if I'm stuck up. "Why do you ask?" I re-asked in a non-plussed tone. "Well...you just sorta come off like that...the way you took that phone call..." And so I explained to her that I do my thing, she does hers, and that I wasn't there to play games, that's for damn sure. I had better things to do. She hung off shortly after that. I hope she stops listening to my show, because it's such a fucking killjoy to answering the phone when one ponders if it will be a girl who's planning on pranking you.
In other news...switching gears completely. This is a genuine question, I guess. As of late, I've had two homosexual guys tell me that I am "The perfect Woman"-- to my face, then discuss it, and then talk about it in my absence. How is one to take this? First, there is no such thing as the perfect woman. But second??? Apparently I have "an amazing energy" and acc to one of these dear boys, "If I were straight, I'd be falling in love with you." All I could say to the latter comment was, "The world is poorly made." I like both of them a great deal, which is great, but I am a bit confused and befuddled about this sort of confessional. I was just wondering if any of this made sense to anyone or if it is mad mad mad or what.
Again switch gears, grinding all the way...Lucas and I are working on that COOKY screenplay / play, and it's rollin like a mutha. It's more of a play, and I want to put it on somewhere, everywhere! At a coffee shop round here that has a stage, but I'd really like to do it at the Belcourt : ) It'll be awesome. We've got some golden quotes from the woman herself, as well as from the girl I call "Cooky in training." I'm really jazzed about this project...
hope all is well. and what happened to the comment system? it is fubar? gone? or just in a hidden place?
Monday...
Tonight is another installment of the screenwriters group...and COOKY! I'm super excited (*heh heh heh*), as I have to close tonight and tomorrow night. These are the only 2 nights that I close, which I half enjoy, but half, well...I get out at 11:30 or so, and it shoots out my day. But tonight Lucas is on, so we'll have a time of it no matter what. I hung out with Lucas and his friend Jeff last night. We were just getting into adventures, - going to the supermarket, making dinner, listening to Mrs. Miller do her covers of hits like "The Girl from Ipanema," "Downtown," and "Strangers in the Night" in a VERY VERY warbling way that makes the tunes themselves indistinguishable. We were all just hangin out, and it was a very jo jo-ish experience, which was nice. Then we were supposed to go swimming, but his pool was closed, so we drove back to my place. We told stories and swam, and were just - It was fun. I bought a new swimsuit on Thursday while at work (paid to play, as they say), so I was wearing that. Two piece, almost unheard of in the Erin universe. Worked Friday in a dead dead B., which was GREAT! and ate barbecue there. Then went to an anti- 4th of sorta party at Kathleen and Lynarra's. I played badminton, talked with Lee and Stephanie, and chilled out. Then I hung out with Rick for fireworks, etc. Worked the rest of the weekend. Saturday I was just a bum, and that was that...I worked the 8:30-4, and then read mostly, took a nap, and chilled, swam, etc. My mom woke me outta my daysleeper haze, and we talked for a while.
That's it. not much else new. Cd player allegedly being installed as I type.
Things in my head are really loud right now, I've got that screenplay narration syndrome that I sometimes get in which my thoughts are narrated by myself back to myself in my mind...illustrating in more complete detail the connections that my brain is making. It's sometimes entertaining, and sometimes annoying. I might just have to start writing it down, otherwise it'll be a complete waste of -
Hope all is well with yóu all. Glad to hear the 4th was nice in Earlville / Colgate. Woo. Wish I coulda been there.
