Rochie's cell phone...may she rest in peace.

My shitty cell phone has finally bit the dust. Now I have to go work the system and see if I can get a new one...a cool one...without having to pay for it. Hmmm, "feminine wiles, let's get to work" (and hope that the sales rep is a straight male).

One of my best friends here in NY is leaving to go on a children's tour called Jack Sprat: The Lowfat Tour. She has a solo song all about fiber. I laughed my ass off when she sang it for me. Slim Goodbody better watch out. Yes, although it's a children's tour, I'm still jealous. I'm happy for her at the same time but I do wish it was me.

My brother-in-law, Josh, is getting married. I just found out tonight. His wedding will be on December 17th. That means yet another plane ticket to pay for. I'm sure I have a free flight coming soon.

I just typed a novel about being alone in NYC and my sister coming to visit and lost it all. AAAAHHHH!!!

I don't really feel like typing that all over again so I'm moving on. I'll write about it again later.

I'm feeling musically inspired and I'm going to pull out the guitar to practice a little. I have to gear up for the Hard Rock talent show which I have been recruited to participate in. I'll be in 'the band', playing the guitar and singing. We are doing covers of pop songs in the style of the Ramones. It'll be pretty fun. I kind of would rather play the bass because I think chick bass players are hot, but alas the bass is in Utah with my little bro.

More random thoughts...

The bed broke the other night, yep, the frame boards just snapped. While I may be domestically disabled at homemaking rituals, I weild a mean power tool. So I pulled out the drill, did a little drillin' and then a little screwin' and fixed the bed. Yeah...I know...right up there with playing the bass. Just wait till you see me weld...torch in hand, leather chaps, helmet...alright, I'll stop there.

I have the next two days off work. Plenty of time to practice and catch up with friends and family that haven't heard from me for a while.

Out.

Saint without a halo

I audition tomorrow for a cruise line. Cheesy, I know, but the pay is amazing and hey, I'd be singing and dancing.

I've been thinking about my grandparents a lot lately and all the things they've taught me. It's amazing how all of their little life lessons apply when you least expect it.




"Goodness is rewarded."
"Hope is guaranteed."
"Laughter builds strong bones."
"Right will intercede."

Things you've said I often find I need.
I see the world through your eyes.
What's black and white is colorized.
The knowledge you most dearly prized I'm eager to employ.
You said that LIFE has INFINITE JOY.

Your heart, your glee haunt me.
Your words strike suddenly.
They're obvious, but wise.

I see the world through eyes and possibilities expand.
The one thing I don't understand is how you kept your poise,
when life has infinite joys.

"Life has infinite joys."

Your face.
Your voice.
Rejoice.
To have you back with me is such a fine surprise.

I see the world through your eyes.
I taste lemon on my lips.
I marvel at the sailing ships of well dressed girls and boys.
And life...life has infinite joys.
Infinite.

It's almost been a year since I lost her.

Handed to me on a Silver Platter

I'm not happy at my job. The hours are terrible, the business is slow and I'm not making any money. So, tell me this...why, when an incredible job is placed right in my hands, didn't I accept?



My friend Derek was working for a high end fine dining restaurant and moved just two days ago. He recommended me to take his place, which is the only way you can get a job there, and I had the job five minutes into my interview. Too good to be true was my initial reaction. The pay is incredible. Most of the guests are celebrities or those who are wealthier than celebrities. The hours would be much more reasonable and the staff is only about 12. Under my excitement all I could feel was this heavy weight and I turned it down. The more Derek told me about the job, the more I realized that this would be ideal if I wanted to be a professional server. That's not what I uprooted myself and changed my entire life to do.



I'll have to endure Hard Rock for a little while longer. I do have one thing to look forward to next week. The grand opening party for HRC is on the 17th and I'll be working. Velvet Revolver is playing and "that's pretty cool I guess". I don't have too much more to say. Lately my blogs have been less than inspiring and lacking in creativity. Maybe it's a reflection of how quickly I've allowed boredom and complacency to take over.



I need to hear some words of inspiration and encouragement...mostly from myself.