Brandon Stays Connected

I am still not yet over this sickness.  I want to be sick for just a day longer.  After that, i’ll be over it.  I decide these things, because I am an empowered young man, and I don’t need sissy vitamins.

With work out of the way early today, I was feeling frisky.  I went out and found that, holy shit, it’s a beautiful day!  Lots of people were hanging out in the parks, which made me miss Jen.  Little Five Points was blowing up with happy hep cats, and I wanted to join them as they frolicked.  I went into Urban Outfitters, and found NOTHING.  Nothing like a pair of jeans from there to make me feel not only lame, but fat.  I hightailed it outta there.  And went to the accommodating thrift store Rag O Rama.  Picked up some short sleeve button ups and jeans that fit.  After a quick change, the park was calling my name.  I brought an unnecessary amount of books with me, and read some poetry while some especially indie looking folks played volleyball.  I think, in the end, there were no winners in that game.

Before I head out to rehearsal tonight, I’m chillin’ at a lovely place called Dr. Bombays.

I need to get some vitamins and feel better, fast-like.

I’m going to a family reunion on my dad’s side in a week.  I don’t know what to expect, either a lot of resistance on the point that I didn’t major in something else, or maybe just not a lot of communication happening at all.

The girl behind me just asked over the phone “are you ready to change your life?” like one would ask “did you pick up orange juice today?”

I have no ideas for you folks.

Hey, I volunteered for a Children’s Puppet/Live Action Improv Show yesterday, down at Dad’s Garage.  “Uncle Grampa’s Hoo-Dilly Storytime Hour!”  Man, even I was cracking up the whole damn time.  The kids really seemed to enjoy it.  I think that improv may be the way I destroy my crippling fear of teaching children about theatre.