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thejunipertree) wrote2002-05-04 05:52 pm
thejunipertree) wrote2002-05-04 05:52 pm
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sing me a song to set me free
Trying to break this down as coherantly as possible.
Wednesday: I was laid off from my job, irony abounding because of how I kept lamenting Shawnee's layoff and how it should have actually been mine. I should learn not to voice these thoughts and feelings, as all they do is come into being. I took it much better than a lot of people thought I would. Quite calm and level headed, though a few snarky comments were mine to be made. I'm entitled to them. I sucked it up and smiled at that office since December. It was hell. And I truly glad to not be working there anymore. I just am not sure how I'm going to exist on what little money the unemployment office will (hopefully) be giving me. No use getting worried and worked up. The only thing it will bring is sickness and misery. Ah, me.
Thursday: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds show at the Beacon Theatre in Manhatten. I've been holding these tickets since last August. I had an extra fourth one, which changed hands so many times I've forgotten all the names. Finally, it wound up in Ghoulie's possession, for which I was extremely grateful. One, because I miss her and we never hang out anymore. And two, because I wanted someone to take the train to NYC with me for company. Before the show, we ratted about Philadelphia. Ate lunch at Tattooed Mom's, which I haven't visited in a year or more. Norm was in attendence, who perved on my knee high patent leather Stash boots. The train ride involved much giddiness and shit talking, as Ghoulie and I are wont to do when we are in each other's company. A lot of the past was talked about and I aired some misgivings on my previous actions. She understands me and it is good to know.
The actual show was completely brilliant. This is my fifth time seeing Nick Cave live and it only gets better with each performance. Especially nice was hearing Saint Huck live, something which I've never done. Two minor annoyances were: the skank ho who felt she had the right to writhe all over Nick Cave during Papa won't leave you, Henry. And the Gap commercial sitting two rows in front of us and their utmost desire to stand up in front of me. Pah!
After the show was much walking to a little place for food with Commander Jurin, Ben, Darren fron Stendhal, Joanna, Ghoulie, Jessica, and some boy who's name was never given to me. Food and chocolate mousse cake. Peach tea and cigarettes. Too many trains and walking through bleach reeking subway tunnels.
I've never been so grateful to see someone's apartment as I was to see Commander Jurin's. His roommate, Alec, was home. A good surprise as I like him muchly, though we've only met once before. He was gracious at our exhaustion and made happy conversation.
Friday: Came too soon, as we only slept but three hours. Ghoulie and I shared Commander's bed, and he slept on the couch. Too kind, even if the cat sat on my head for most of those three hours. Trains and buses and trains again until I was back home in the Goblin Market. The Engineer picked me up from the speedline station, I mumbled incoherantly at him quite a bit. A tiny bit of sleep until I had to get ready for the Belle and Sebastian show in Philadelphia that evening.
The show was astounding, I had never seen them perform live before. Added bonus was Melora from Rasputina playing cello in their band. Another bonus was hearing Me and the Major performed live, something which is rarely, if ever, done. I glowed and cried and sang throughout the entire show. It was a happy, if bittersweet, moment. Too many of those songs remind me of Richard. And they played every single one which hurt the most.
After the show was spent eyeing the tour bus and a brief meeting non meeting of Stuart and Mick. We wound up at a diner around the corner from my apartment, where my body decided to voice its displeasure at me being still awake. Tummy hurts, I want to go home for sleep.
Which I did, eventually.
Today: I slept until three o'clock, only rising because my body was becoming stiff. Cigarettes and online research regarding unemployment. A few good resources were found, as well as an internet filing source for unemployment, itself. I don't know much about it and wonder of its reliability and speed of checks. Hopefully, more answers will be found on this on Monday.
Tonight is the party for the witchy group I belong to. I should be getting dressed right now, but loyalty to my journal stands in the way. Edgar is rolling around in a bitey ball on the floor, as Edgars sometimes do. Now, he is investigating my bare and cold feet.
It has apparently been decided that my trash can is his mortal enemy.
More later, even.
Wednesday: I was laid off from my job, irony abounding because of how I kept lamenting Shawnee's layoff and how it should have actually been mine. I should learn not to voice these thoughts and feelings, as all they do is come into being. I took it much better than a lot of people thought I would. Quite calm and level headed, though a few snarky comments were mine to be made. I'm entitled to them. I sucked it up and smiled at that office since December. It was hell. And I truly glad to not be working there anymore. I just am not sure how I'm going to exist on what little money the unemployment office will (hopefully) be giving me. No use getting worried and worked up. The only thing it will bring is sickness and misery. Ah, me.
Thursday: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds show at the Beacon Theatre in Manhatten. I've been holding these tickets since last August. I had an extra fourth one, which changed hands so many times I've forgotten all the names. Finally, it wound up in Ghoulie's possession, for which I was extremely grateful. One, because I miss her and we never hang out anymore. And two, because I wanted someone to take the train to NYC with me for company. Before the show, we ratted about Philadelphia. Ate lunch at Tattooed Mom's, which I haven't visited in a year or more. Norm was in attendence, who perved on my knee high patent leather Stash boots. The train ride involved much giddiness and shit talking, as Ghoulie and I are wont to do when we are in each other's company. A lot of the past was talked about and I aired some misgivings on my previous actions. She understands me and it is good to know.
The actual show was completely brilliant. This is my fifth time seeing Nick Cave live and it only gets better with each performance. Especially nice was hearing Saint Huck live, something which I've never done. Two minor annoyances were: the skank ho who felt she had the right to writhe all over Nick Cave during Papa won't leave you, Henry. And the Gap commercial sitting two rows in front of us and their utmost desire to stand up in front of me. Pah!
After the show was much walking to a little place for food with Commander Jurin, Ben, Darren fron Stendhal, Joanna, Ghoulie, Jessica, and some boy who's name was never given to me. Food and chocolate mousse cake. Peach tea and cigarettes. Too many trains and walking through bleach reeking subway tunnels.
I've never been so grateful to see someone's apartment as I was to see Commander Jurin's. His roommate, Alec, was home. A good surprise as I like him muchly, though we've only met once before. He was gracious at our exhaustion and made happy conversation.
Friday: Came too soon, as we only slept but three hours. Ghoulie and I shared Commander's bed, and he slept on the couch. Too kind, even if the cat sat on my head for most of those three hours. Trains and buses and trains again until I was back home in the Goblin Market. The Engineer picked me up from the speedline station, I mumbled incoherantly at him quite a bit. A tiny bit of sleep until I had to get ready for the Belle and Sebastian show in Philadelphia that evening.
The show was astounding, I had never seen them perform live before. Added bonus was Melora from Rasputina playing cello in their band. Another bonus was hearing Me and the Major performed live, something which is rarely, if ever, done. I glowed and cried and sang throughout the entire show. It was a happy, if bittersweet, moment. Too many of those songs remind me of Richard. And they played every single one which hurt the most.
After the show was spent eyeing the tour bus and a brief meeting non meeting of Stuart and Mick. We wound up at a diner around the corner from my apartment, where my body decided to voice its displeasure at me being still awake. Tummy hurts, I want to go home for sleep.
Which I did, eventually.
Today: I slept until three o'clock, only rising because my body was becoming stiff. Cigarettes and online research regarding unemployment. A few good resources were found, as well as an internet filing source for unemployment, itself. I don't know much about it and wonder of its reliability and speed of checks. Hopefully, more answers will be found on this on Monday.
Tonight is the party for the witchy group I belong to. I should be getting dressed right now, but loyalty to my journal stands in the way. Edgar is rolling around in a bitey ball on the floor, as Edgars sometimes do. Now, he is investigating my bare and cold feet.
It has apparently been decided that my trash can is his mortal enemy.
More later, even.
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good luck with your unemployment stuffs - just think, you'll be able to sleep past 7am, can wear whatever the hell you want, and will have a lot more time to work on your writing. :) (so maybe the positives don't outweight the negatives, but it's a start?)