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I have blocks in my head. I'm fine, I'm quite happy. I'm just waiting for a sign I told my friend last night in the big buttoned purple coat. I could spend all day writing circles of words in my notebook, slowly working on four posts that will get done, trying to remember what it was like before these blocks crushed my thoughts. Trying to remember how a song can change my mood. Remembering how much fun band watching can be, or how people staring across the crowd isn't. "You're doing that staring thing again" she said last night. I was. There was a moment before leaving when I stood on the curb staring out into the parking lot last night and I couldn't think what to say or what to do next.
People said nice things to me last night. Underwater City People made me get up front finally. You see I didn't know how to handle crowds or start a conversation last night and though not meant to be rude I ended a group conversation with "I need to go. I'm feeling really short right now" then walked over to another group two feet away starting with "Wow I was feeling kind of short over there." The two girls looked up to me and I looked down (just physically) at them and one said "Well I hope you feel better now" which I did.
Artist:The Rentals Song: Waiting Why: sort of how I'm feeling - though not directed at anyone
Which reminds me:
The lovely and talented Sara Radle (a big part of the reformed Rentals) wrote on her blog about running in the Pacific Shoreline Marathon 2007 this Sunday and is requesting sponsorship in support if the Free Wheelchair Mission.
"This February, I will be running the Pacific Shoreline Half Marathon... my first ever! Through this half-marathon, I'm fund raising for Free Wheelchair Mission - an international non-profit organization dedicated to providing the transforming gift of mobility to the physically disabled poor in developing countries.
I had a flat this Friday, not that big of a deal normally, except I managed to snap the stem as I was removing a lug nut. Wonderful. More money that I don't have. I'm getting sick of tires, my numerous flats, gas prices, traffic. If I wasn't getting such a good price on rent I would move closer, but why pay what I'm currently paying for far less space in a worse neighborhood? Even with the gas savings I would nearly be at the same spot I am now. We'll see if Just Tires can fix my problem and/or hopefully replace it under the service plan I paid for. Good chance the obscene amount of miles I've put on my might have over shot the plan limitations, which will force me to pay out of pocket. Grr. I have 99,700 miles on my car as of last night. That means I'm doing @ 25-30,000 miles a year. Yikes! Oh I'm sick again, spending the weekend sleeping, not getting my tire fixed, and writing stuff for the other blog. Sometimes I wish no one knew about this one then...
A couple weeks ago I was sitting on a hallway bench staring at the wall. Friends were on their way and the Honey Pot stopped by to chat for a few minutes wasting time until her equipment showed up. As she got up to wander around again, a boy and girl seated along the bar made introductions to her. Listening (not minding my own business) I remained seated on the bench studying a mosaic of a bullfighter in the midst of battle, sipping my Newcastle. I smiled to strangers passing through to use the bathrooms around the corner. I was bored out of my mind. I wondered if my thoughts were being read and felt that tingle of someone watching me. I rubbed the upper lip in preparation, then looked around my little area for the source of my paranoia and probably by chance the girl and I made direct eye contact. Brief awkward acknowledgments with matching half smiles faded slower than our gazes turned from each other. She reminded me of Whiskey Girl in looks and age which threw me off a bit when I...
how ridiculous was the traffic today?!
ReplyDeleteMy 30 minute drive took a hour and that was after waiting to leave at 7pm!
ReplyDeleteI'm lucky that I'm a loser and didn't have any plans for Friday night.