Aisle 6

Aisle 6: Bargin Bin Insanity

POPtArTS OF DOOM AND DESSEMATION!!!!!

Originality is slowly being killed off.

I still dislike yuppie preppy kids.

I would like a baggel.

I'm going to start something soon.

Aisle 8

Aisle 8: Candy Aisle

Sitting on my bed listening to Magnetic Fields' 69 Love Songs part 1. I'm in this, not a funk, but something like it. I'm not unhappy, or upset. I'm not frustrated, I'm lonely? I don't know. I'm at odds with myself, that's for sure.

There's a girl I've been friends with for several years that, because of a few dumb moves on my part, I no longer have in my life. It's kind of messing with my head. On the one hand part of me is eager to go out and win this girl over, sweep her off her feet and do the whole awesome boyfriend thing to her. On the other hand (the dominant hand) I'm kind of fine that we aren't talking. It's not that I don't miss her, I do, it's more of I'm just tired of having dramatic shit in my life. I am tired of having to be the one who's going to fight. So I figure I'll just say fuck it and let her do what she wants. In a way I have given her an easy out. I mean she doesn't have to deal with the temptation to ditch her boyfriend and date me, nor does she have to make any decision, which never seemed her strong point.

So it's a bitter good that it ended this way. Good for her, as she still has her boyfriend and doesn't have me to cause any strife in her life; good for me, as I don't have to lose my mind trying to win her over; it's also bad for the two of us as we were really close. It was a weird close too. Not the normal dating close, but not the pseudo-sibbling close either. It was nice. But all things end eventually, this one just prematurely.

In any case the combination of the situation and the Magnetic Fields' warped lyrics my mind drifts towards those little heart candies you get around valentines day, the ones with the little slogans of love on them. "Love Me" "Hugs" "Bea Arthur Was Here" all that sort of stuff. They taste like chalk, they are tacky and cheap, but there is something about them that warms the heart.

Don't worry though, this blog is not going the way of the love sick fool. I've just been thinking alot about past relationships and this current thing I was briefly in. In another time I would have been really broken up about this. Yeah I'm bummed out but I'm not desperately trying to fix the situation by crying and begging. I made a mix cd but that got lost in the mail thankfully. I feel like I'm at an impass in general. I'm blocked on all sides by negative crap. I just need to pull myself up and dust myself off. Which I will be doing soonish. Just need some time to be myself.

Aisle 15

Aisle 15: The Lost Aisle of the Abdura Islands

Day 3: It has been three days since we have washed ashore on this island. The morale of the crew is surprisingly high, considering our situation. We hope to be rescued within a forthnight, possibly sooner if a passing ship notices the beacons we have set up. As for the possibilty of reparing the ship, it is highly improbable. The hull of the ship has taken massive damage, it is a wonder that we even managed to land on this beach given the condition of the vessel.

I have started interviewing the crew as to what they believe to be the cause of our nautical mishap. No one seems to be certain. Miss Susan Weathersbea believes she saw a large shap ris out of the tempest we found ourselves caught in, however she has been in a state of hysterics ever since that night and the ships Doctor Kayleb McDuff has assured me she is delusional. This is slightly comforting for recently she has been having night terrors, constantly screaming about creatures in the woods. If one did not know she was delusional it would be easy to believe her rantings. Shame for such a sweet girl to lose her mind.

As for animals we have yet to find any in the forrests that cover the island. Though truth be told we have only managed to explore a small fragment of the island. I think tomorrow we might launch a more extensive expedition as our current food supply is limited. By my calculations we have enough food and supplies to last us a little more than a forthnight. But as I have already stated we should be rescued by then.

I must retire now as the night is growing on and I would like to get a few decent hours of sleep before Miss Weathersbea starts up with her night terrors.

Aisle 9

Aisle 9: Poptarts and Apple Sauce

Well after forgetting that I have this blog for a few months I return! So what's happened these past few months. Lots. Lots and lots. But that is neither here nor there. That was a few months ago.

Let me just say that if I could make a coat it would be fashioned out of poptarts and apple sauce. it would be a tastey coat.

This shall be a tiny post as I have mucho del writing to do.

Aisle 5

Aisle 5: Stationary

Well it's been a bit now hasn't it? Yeah after finishing up my thesis and graduating I've been at a loss for words. I'm kind of just finding my way around again.

It's interesting, the from the last day of exams to about two weeks after graduating I felt incredibly light headed. Everything looked new and interesting yet it all was exactly the same. A large pot of stress had melted from my body and the world was new. Now here's the kicker, right now I feel a bit more lost than I did in college. I'm in stasis mode right now. I work and that is all. I'm attempting to get in to a grad program but firstly I'd like to just have a decent job that will pay my bills/rent and allow me to live quasi comfortly. Technically I have that in the form of two jobs, one is very nice, the other is absolute CRAP. Which is why I'm off looking for new gainful employment.

On a side note I've been thinking about how I would act with one hand. I'm not sure where this thought came from but it's been on my mind for the past few weeks. Let's say my right hand was torn from my arm, in some train wreck or... let's be adventurous, let's say a homeless man ate it. Now why my right? Simply, because I enjoy writing and would like to still be able to do that. So here I am, right hand in the belly of a homeless guy. How would that change me? Job wise I'd have a bit of a problem adjusting but as a person it might not be so life altering. Though there is the fear that I would never be able to act on stage again, however no where in Hamlet does it say that the forlorn prince actually had BOTH hands. I wouldn't be able to juggle, though I can't now so what's that to me?

It's a thought.

Aisle 34 and 3/4

Aisle 34 and 3/4 Bargin Music Bin

Thanks to SugarSnit I've been tagged.

Here are the five songs I am currently digging, in the order they came to mind:

HaHa-Mates of State
Incentive-Lisa Rahon
Smells Like Teen Spirit-Bad Plus (it's a jazz cover!!!)
Half Jack-Dresden Dolls
House of the Rising Sun-Animals

Ok, now I'm going to tag five people.
You should list five songs that you are currently digging, post these instructions, the artists, and the five songs in your blog.
Then tag five other people to see what they're listening to.

(The tag is yeah I know no one else on this here blogspot thing so I'm a going to send it out to a few people like, The Kevin, Mr. Phil, Olive Debbie, Alec, and hmmm let's say Alex.)

Aisle 6

Aisle 6: Bargin Insanity Aisle

So I woke up this morning at five. At six I was fully awake. This is not a normal thing for me. I would like to say my body is turning over a new leaf and kicking into productive mode. However, in reality I'm going to say that it is because I drank a wee bit of alcohol last night. When ever I drink enough to get pleasently buzzed I wake up early and uber refreshed. So here I am quite chipper for once at work and not doing anything. I should be writing but that's something I have all day to do.

Wow a half hour past by already? I'm jiving on a good day. Some how I feel that once I start ineracting with some of my friends I'm going to go down hill. Why? Because, you see, my friends have these preconcieved notions of how I'm to act at all times. These notions are incredibly falsely founded. I'm not a pessemist or incredibly serious at all. Stress makes me into these, and I'm not sure any one at this school has seen me destressed. Which I currently am.

I can't wait to find some one to hug, cause I'm going to hug the shit out of them. OH yes I am!

Aisle 21

Aisle 21: Various Drinks

Can life get much better than this?

http://www.drinknation.com/barbook/ingredients/tang.php

Mix drink recipies with TANG!!!

So far my favorites are the Fuzzy Astronaut and God that Tang Burns.

I must go shoping!!!

Sadly there is nothing for ovalteen or yoohoo. But still Tang-a-licious!

Aisle 4

Aisle 4: The Pet Aisle

Bats. Bats use echolocation. Echolocation involves sound waves emitted by the bat coming in contact with an object. Once contact is made a new set of waves (the echo) rebounds off of the object and returns to the bat. Through interpratation of the sound waves a bat can figure out what the hell is in front of her, no mater the visibility issues at hand.

Now if I repeat that about 4000 times my paper will be done.

I know NOTHING about echolocation, or about bats. There are no books, this does not intrest me and I have a head ache and an empty stomach, and have had very little sleep this week. I'm tired, cranky and just want to go home. But the papers over due. So what am I going to do? Well I can't write this tonight. That's obvious. I'm not in the frame of mind to write this. Every time I go to type something I get a shooting pain through my head. I am going home and sleeping/eating. I'll take the next few days to write the paper and just take the consequences of handing it in late. The professor likes me and sees me as a smart and intellegent person. He knows what I'm capable of, what he doesn't know is that this assignment is so lame that it's causing my brain to boil over!!! So I'm going to eat a meat kische (spelling???) and then go home and read up on echolocation. And there is nothing that will keep me at this station, short of a massage and an irish car bomb.

Aisle 27

Aisle 27: The Best Seller/Stationary aisle
Oh yeah I finished my thesis, now I have to catch up on missed work and resubmit my prospectus (don't even try to ask why), and scribble up some form of abstract. Oh and schedule my defense. I'm going to be busy, once I start doing things.

Ah procrastination, my good old friend.

As for current weather update, it's snowing. Yes, that's right. It is SNOWING on my spring break! Poo balls. Hopefully work isn't canceled tomorrow as I really want to go to work...We're having a pizza party.... I'm a little kid..... SHARON'S BRINING MUNCHKINS!!!!

Ok...Enough of that. I'm off......

Costumer Service Center

Costumer Service Center: Complaints

So what the hell? People have pissed me off way too much lately. I'm not an easily annoyed person either. It's just I have all this stuff on me right now that one little poke will send me spiraling down the road of screaming.

So what was the poke? It doesn't matter really. It's just a pet peeve of mine, which is about some one else's pet peeve. I get annoyed about why the person gets annoyed and do I lash out at the person like they lash out at me? No. I placate. I try to remain calm and correct the problem when the insides of me are like, "You know what? Fuck you too!" It's kind of bad when it's a friend that sets this off, today it's been several, friends and nonfriends, and people I read about.

There are times where you just want to vent but you don't want to be patronized or doted on. I'm at one of those stages right now. I kind of want to just ignore everything and just crawl back into my oyster shell and ferment. (ask me to explain the logic of that and I won't)

All I need right now is to get my exam over with, write my paper, and go out and buy a shamrock shake. possibly smoke a cigarete. Which is odd since I don't smoke but right about now I kind of need a release. This always happens when ever my ex pops up and makes once of her famous sporatic appearances.

I know exactly what I need though. I need to go see the Slackers, but they aren't playing in the area. If you know not of the Slackers then you should look them up. For that's me. To a P.

Aisle 6

Aisle 6: Bargin Bin Insanity Aisle.

Yeah i've been snowed in at the radio station. Worked on my thesis alot. Am close to finishing it. Very tired yet all the couches are occupied. I need sleep and warmth. I should have left for home along long time ago, but now I was lazy. Now I'm stuck here on campus. With an eight o'clock call for a high school matinee. Very dreadfull busieness.

Aisle 12

Aisle 12: Medicine


Cough cough, hack hack. Ahcoo! Hack, cough, sputter, dry heave.. pant pant pant pant.

Sex and being sick, some of the best noises imaginable.

If this illness keeps up for another week I'm going to start calling it consumption and carry a hankerchief with me where ever I go.

Aisle 12

Aisle 12: Medicine

I'm sick. I hardly ever admit that, so when I say I'm sick I'm very sick. I'm also stressed out. I have way too much on my plate right now, and I lost a week some how and now everything is due. I'm quickly becoming a wreak. I need a vacation to get better and then go back to working on stuff. My thesis is just about done. It's not actually finished I just need to write up one or two sections and organize it. I'm streamlining. I just hope I have enough energy to finish it before it is due.

After this play is done, and the thesis is done, and I get paid from the radio station, I'm going to sleep alot. And I will go to some place and enjoy life again. Right now I'm in constant peril. On the verge of a break down and I'm sure I'll hit it soon for I have remaned calm through out a horrible tech week. Some people really shouldn't direct plays, or be professors of theatre. Other people should really go home and get some sleep. I am that kind.

I will be better soon and all will be right.

Aisle 23

Aisle 23: French Philosophy (again, modern)

I have this paper due in my modern french philosophy tomorrow, and well yeah, no clue how to write it. The interesting thing is that the school will most likely be closed tomorrow, due to snow. So what the heck am I suppose to do? I might not be able to get to school to email the paper to the professor but I'm not sure I'll beable to write it out tonight. Also there may be no heat at my apartment, again. Why?

I'm going to splurge tomorrow and spend twenty bucks on the night. My friend is having her senior art show tomorrow, so I'm going to check it out with my ex-roommate and well, I shall need twenty bucks to partake in the festivities, that will most likely happen afterwards.

I need one more week, just one more.

Aisle 6

Aisle 6: Bargin Insanity Asile

It is snowing outside. The school should be closed. Well it is closed, but the library's open. I'm the only student worker in at the moment, also the only circulation worker in the whole building. I leave in an hour. My brain is bubbling just like my stomach is. I've been in this institution for four years. Four years. Four years with the same job, with the same bull shit, some of the same clothes. I need to get out of here. I'm getting stir crazy. So close though. I am just a few months and several dozen pages from graduating with honors. I'm not sure I can make it. I'm not sure I'll survive outside of this place. Just about every one who graduated fromt the theatre department here has gone on to do diddly squat.

The stress is driving me to my breaking point, all I want to do is go out have dinner at the little indian place downtown and see a movie. Possibly go to a mall and take part in consumerism. I'm fine with that. Instead I'm here slaving over, well nothing at the moment. I'm just sitting here. I haven't done a lick of work today. Just sat here. Checked my mail and looked up recipes for tonight. Tonight's meal by the by is possibly chicken curry with home made poori. After work I'm going to pick up some groceries and a few aplications for jobs, like at the video store and what ever else strikes my fancy.

I feel lost. Like I'm on my own yet desperately need help from others to keep afloat. I haven't felt this way since my first semester in college. Fitting when you think about it. Leave as you came. Though I feel I'm a different person. Still every one gets the occasional pain of finding themselves adrift in life, from time to time. I'll feel better once spring starts up.

One thing is certain. I am going to need a long vacation after this semester. I just hope I can find a job that will allow me to still live in New Haven, when I graduate.

I've just heard from an old friend. She constantly amazes me with her ability to just pick up and move about the world, with little to no problem. Maybe one day I'll be able to do that. Hopefully soon.

Aisle 27

Aisle 27: The Best Seller/Stationary Asile

So I have decided never to say the phrase, "Can I help you?" while working at the circ. desk, the reserves section yeah, but not at circ. It's just that every time I ask some one that they just stare blankly and thrusts books towards me. What would they like me to do with these books? Check them in, check them out, eat them? It makes so little sense. The only time I get an answer from a patron it's in the form of "Yes" then the thrusting of the books. As if I can read their minds, or would want to if I had the ability, which I don't (by don't I mean don't to both, want to know and be able to).

That's pretty much what I get all day at the library, people thrusting books into my face. No chit chat, they just want their books and not be told they have a $243 library fine for not returning a book. I've tried to get into some form of conversation with a few patrons, a girl checked out a few Ionesco books and I gave a few pointers on some other books that might help. I've asked people what class they're taking that requiers them to check out a book on the sexual ethics of early pagan practices. But all I get are monosylabic responces or "I'm not reading this for fun, it's for a class." My all time favorite comment was from this guy (possibly a jock though I'm not sure and don't want to generalize) who was checking out four or five juvinile books. He flet it was nessecary to let me know he was checking these out for a class and not for personal reasons (couldn't understand what was wrong with that though, I mean Jumaji is a freakin' fantastic read). The patron then went on about how this is the first time he'd ever check out a book from any library since his freshman year in highschool (he was a college junior at this point if memoriy serves), he's justification for this was, "Every thing I've needed to learn I learned on t.v. So why would I need to read, you know?" All I could do was say, "Well what ever works for you, these are due back October 13th." I had to resist the urge to point out how wrong he was and at the same time the urge to laugh my head off.

I'm constantly surprised by the discrepencies in intellect at this school. I know it's a state university but honestly some times I wonder how these people graduated from high school, let alone get into a college. There are some rather smart people here, many of which are not in the honors college. Ah the honors college, that's something that disturbs me. First off let me just say that I truely believe in the "Imposter" syndrome (the idea that you feel that you aren't really worthy of being in the position you are in, ie I'm in the honors college yet I don't think I'm smart enough), I never would consider myself honors college material, despite the fact that I have made it through several honors, or higher level courses through out college and high school. I've always told people in the honors college that I'm possibly one of the less honorsie students, and I feel a bit of a phoney when I have to tell people not in the program that I'm part of it. Then I look at the people who are actually in the program. Now, again, many of them are indeed smart, and I am in awe of them, but there are quite a decent amount of people I have no clue as to how the heck they managed to get into this program. I keep on comparing the new students to those in my own class when we were at their level and I'm still shocked. They all have big sticks up their asses. Yes we complained about the work, being in honors ment doing about 20 pages of writing each week for each class, as well as reading over 100 pages a night for each class. For a freshman that's a heavy work load, but one does get use to it. And we would help those who needed help, and even lent a hand to the new people. I don't see that any more. I just see people who have an elitest demener to themselves. So how do I counteract this? I put them in their place, of course. I'm in a class, for example, about science writing and several students are complaining that the professor is making us write to familiar and when they get to writing their thesis they won't be able to keep a traditionally scholar like tone to their papers. I turned to the girl who was saying this and said, well that's the joy of writing a thesis. It's your topic and your project. You write however you want to write, and if you can make the thesis enjoyable to read by adding a touch of humanity to it then so much the better. Because really who wants to read sixty pages of description on the origin of the fork? I'd at least like to hear some amusing anecdotes on how the fork eventually evolved into the spork.

This thesis project is an UNDERGRADUATE thesis project, not a graduate one. And since it is such I feel we should be able to explore our topics in what ever fashion we would like. We have plenty of time in grad school to turn fully academic, why not get a chance with it now? Personally my thesis has the potential to be a bit more humorous than I'm letting it be, but I'm still letting some entertaining bits flow through.

Aisle 34 and 3/4

Aisle 34 and 3/4: Bargin Music Bin

Current song in brain...

Where is my mind?~The Pixies

Ooooooh - stop
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind [3x]

Way out in the water
See it swimmin'

I was swimmin' in the
CarribeanAnimals were hiding behind the rock
Except the little fishBut they told me, he swears
Tryin' to talk to me to me to me

Where is my mind [3x]

Way out in the water
See it swimmin' ?

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
If there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind [3x]

Ooooh
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Ooooh
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
OooohOoooh

Aisle 10

Aisle 10: Soft Goods (tee hee)

Today soft goods relates to asses. Why? Because I need to rant about something, and for the most part asses are soft and would be found in the soft good department.

What do I have against the prosteriors of those around me? Nothing really. It is more that I have this need to rant about sweat pants. Sweat pants which have various words written on the ass of the wearer. WHY DO THAT?!? Ok so I'm guessing it's alright to stare at your ass if somethings written on it, right? But do I want to stare at your butt? Not really. Exspecially when written on your glutious-maximus are the letters S.C.S.U. Why are you acting as a rear ended billboard for our school? Are you proud that you go to a state school that consitantly hikes up tuition and lowers financial aid?

If you are going to have your ass writtten on why not make it something a bit more interesting than S.C.S.U. or BRATZ or even the enigmatic Dragon (is your butt scaley? Does it breath fire? If so I'd hate to imagine how much you spend on replacement ass lettered sweatpants). If your only reason to wear labled pants is so your behind will act as a focal point then why not just have "LOOK A BUTT!" written instead of Angel (Again is your ass heavenly? If it is then hi, how are you?).

And come to think of it, how embarassing (tee hee) that your friend is wearing the same pair of pink S.C.S.U. ass sweat pants.

(oh I said ass alot in this post...giggles abound!)

Aisle 15

Aisle 15: The Lost Asile of the Abdura Islands

Day sixty-five. Found a letter wedged in between a grouping of three rocks, over by the ambula grove. I'm in the process of trying to decode the letter, however the hand writing is sloppy. I believe it to be some form of cry for help. The author of the text went to great lenghts to cover both sides of the paper in scrawl. What could it mean?

In other news my food supply has miraculously increased over night. I suspect there is some undiscovered tribe on this island that deems me worthy enough to keep me sustained. It is perplexing that I have yet to see any signs of these natives, though on clear days I can make out the faint sounds of some primitive music in the distance.

My attempts at making a raft seem hopeless, for every time I go to lash a ambula tree trunk to another I get this pain in a very remote part of my being. I feel this island has me under its spell, for I can no longer see any benefit to escaping back to the "modern and civilized" world. Perhaps if Suzie and Kayleb were still here I might give a more energenic attempt at leaving the island.

I'm begining to lose light. The days are going by so quickly. I must get the fire prepared before the night creatures of the island come out.

Asile Two

Asile Two: http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/55/

Look at the mess in asile two. Asile two, that's where we saw the Rague! There's so much Rague!

Asile 7

A return to Asile 7: Baking Needs

Rock on! I roasted a chicken!! It was tastey and it wasn't burnt. Moist and juicy, and now I have food for a few days. First chicken experience was a-ok! Now it's time to step it up a few notches and make more intense chicken! Chicken a la Southern Comfort!!! There must be a recipe, there simply must!
I think Tuesday I'll make a curry.

Asile 34 and 3/4

Asile 34 and 3/4 the Bargin Music Bin

Did a first run of my show "Dead Air." Went kind of well had a lot to play, some stuff to talk about. Felt as good as when I was working at the other station. I don't know I just love three hour slots. So much music. So much opertunity to switch into several genres and cover a hell of alot of musical tastes.

I've noticed that my musical tastes have changed drastically through out the years. When I was in highschool I would only listen to either ska or punk rock (old punk rock), oh yeah and the Cure, how could I not? I eventually let more styles in and turned into one of those "Oh I like everything except country and rap." Which was so wrong, for I liked Johnny Cash and Ice T.

Once I hit college (and even to an extent the last half of senior year of high school) I started to get into indie music, Magnetic Fields, Moldy Peaches and the like. I also started to get into some hard core/emo. The emo lasted about a few seconds. How could I stand all that whining? I whined enough about being single I didn't want to have to hear it in my music. So I went back into ska to hide from the current music.

Then something odd happened. As I was working my second year as music director at WSIN I got a few CDs that I knew no one would ever play (at least no one at the station) and the bands were so different than anything I had previously listened to. Junior Seinor, Hidden Cameras, became lodged in my stereo and then came the day I heard Gogol Bordello for the first time and fell in love. Since then I've run around looking for bands on the fringe and going back to bands my sisters would listen to, I even tapped into the world music that my mom played on her radio show at WCNI.

I love music. All types. I've been to concerts for just about every genre I can think of and have only been disapointed by a few bands. I'm not fanatical about any one particular band, nor any one style of music. I'm not a scenester, though I know some people who are. I'm as punk as far as my attitude towards creating art goes but to lable me as a punk just doesn't fit any more. No lable fits, and that's fine by me.

Mix tapes are my poetry. A concert gives me life. I'd love to go out to a smokey jazz club and drink a martini, or go to a dive bar and drink a guiness as an art rock band blasts a cacophony of sounds out to the audience.

Asile 10

Asile 10-Soft Goods

Please don't squeeze the baby, he's not ripe yet.

Asile 3

Asile 3 the empty asile.

The empty asile that is my cuboard. I need to go grocery shopping yet I need a bigger pay check to do that. Oddly enough I'd be fine if I didn't have to pay off school bills. Darn you school for sucking my money away! So, it's rice and pasta for the next few days. Could be worse. I haven't had to crack open that can of SPAM yet. Woe onto me when that day comes.

Asile 23

Asile 23-French Philosophy (Modern that is)

Same great taste, NOW 35% less fat! 100% Real Fruit Juice! Completely frustrating.
Taking a modern french philosophy class seemed like a great idea. I like french culture. I can read (some) french. I love the existential thought and the theory of absurdity. However, I have never taken an actual philosophy course what-so-ever. No intro just classes that requiered you think in a philisophical way. Plus I've read most of the big blue Aristotle book. Still I'm so out of my league. I was expecting a large class where we would LEARN about the philosophy of modern france, but no, no Nannett, I'm in a small class that's based on discussion of essays we read. There are, I'd say about seven people in the class and then myself. Can't really hide in a small room as we all sit around a roundish table, now can I? I might get through it though. I may be able to survive the semester as long as I concentrate. Yet then I also have another philisophical type class (Utopias and Dystopias) and a scientific writing class to deal with. Add to that gym, and a class on how movies follow the Aristotelian points of theatre and the two plays I have to work on as well as my thesis. This semester will be the death of me. But I'll leave this school as I entered it. Kicking and screaming!

Aisle 7

What do we find down good old aisle seven? Well seems like it's baking needs. Harumph. Really wish I had time to bake, or just cook for that matter. I have all the esentials for my kick ass stir fry, steak, a wide aray of vegetables and... soup. I just need some reason to cook, aside from hunger. Like a dinner party or just some one to come over and eat food with. A good dinner deserves good conversation, same goes for bad food really. I may have enough to make cookies, I know I could bake some fudge, but then the time thing comes up. I'm home maybe for nine hours, most of that is spent sleeping, and that's the way it's going to be untill I finish with my thesis project.

What thesis project is this you ask? Well I'm directing two one act plays, in three weeks. That should be the project in itself, actually. I'm comparing two plays from theatre of the absurd and trying to prove that they are directed in two different styles. But more on that latter.