#3

Number 3

Yep - I didn't even see that coming!

Wow - Life is so up in the air.
Ok so I kind of think things with FL have been pushed back a bit. Not like I'm staling, because It's still so ON, but I'm going to use the time, if any that has been given me to do what I am already doing and that is that.

So some rummors have been circulating my small pin prick of a world, I might ( more so now that I might be sticking around a bit longer) be getting a store of my own to run for the owners of like almost all the subways of the general area I live in.
I've been in this job for 5 months; June, July, August, September and soon to be October, so not even a full 5 months!
Working my ass off or not that's pretty bitchin'
I mean given the fact that it's Henderson and y'know Subway....

Writting is going well, not as well as I liked. I've taken on some masive, and I mean legendary characters, and I'm in over my head, but on my days off I'm researching to sort of help me handle, the big bite I'm attempting to chew.
Either way, screw up or rock the furture world, my mom will like the story and that's really why I'm writing that one.
The Pirate tales, well 2nd and 3rd story are still rolling around in my head, I'm trying to behave, not putting pen to paper untill the 1st is finally 2nd draft typed form.
And the comedy, saveraly out of order, but once I string all the parts together correctly, the first cut should be a good one, and I'll pass that alnog to one or two others and blah blah blah, woof woof woof, if you get a copy of what I have so far for christmas, then all that time listening to me yak about it, wasn't a total waste.

Oh yeah, and It's early, but

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIS!

She is going to kill me

night life

Number 2... So far so good, I might even get a 4th out there. Who knows, you never can tell with my could stand to be a bit crazier life.

So, I have developed a very basic nightly retuine for my work nights.. work my ass off, come home soaking wet, get pissed that my mom has managed to keep both the dryer and washer tied up yet again, decied to either finish her work and start mine, or set my alarm two hours back so I can do mine in the morning. Trodge up the crooked stair case without hutring my self if I'm lucky. Now I either cook some mac and cheesee, or some top ramen, because if the food set aside for me is still there odds are it's a dish I don't like or it's one I love, and I was over looked in the rush (actually the funny thing is, if I'm in my room on my nights off, and she cooks dinner, she forgets me then too) Then I sit down with dinner and some drink spiked with either rum or with two sleeping aids ( I never mix) and settle in for back to back eppisodes of The Daily Show and the Colbert Report, figuring if the head line makes both shows and the chit chat at work, then it's probably true. So after I eat and I am thourghly drugged or drunk, and once again reminded why I ditched the wold of pollitics along with everything else in 'o4, I retire to my room, work on one or all 7 of my 7 porgects and crash in my bed that I never make because, There is just something so comforting in a messy bed. Lay there awake waiting on the sand man, questioning every thing I have done with my life up untill now and wondering what's next. Say a prayer. If I'm lucky I'll have a dream that's not a nightmare, if I'm really lucky that dream will envolve whatever hollywood hottie I'm into that week, the current two are Alan Tudyk and Adrine Brody (sp?) - can I pick'em or what?

That's my night life in a nutsheel, every now and then I'll go see a movie with friends or a show, One of these night's I'll dress up and head down to the bar scene in Longview, or to Kilgore for the bands. Most any time I have days off back to back, which is almost never I'm in Houston, seeing the tall buildings and arts that litter our streets there and I am reminded of who I really am, and I can only hope where ever I end up next I can find that there aswell.
The plans I have set aside for May are such huge gambles, and I'll probably come up short, I'm very bad at taking risks, always seem to take the wrong ones, and in all actuallty I could do so much better staying here at least through '07 - getting my self back on track, but wheres the fun in a stable life like that?

I'm scared to death, but not like I've been batting a thousand so far.

wahtever tomorrow brings
spiral out
wave on

Standing on ground I can't trust

I'm trying to fit in 3 posts a month... so I guess this is 1 of 3 for september!

Oh september how I loath thee!

Started off the month with a bang, had to come into Houston and relive some of 04's less fortunate events, mostly dealing with Russell, which brings around the memories of Happy... I can pin point the last week my life made sense and that's really sad, I have pictures of the last night life was truly perfect amongst my 4 favoriet people.
Call me crazy, but a girl shouldn't be able to do that.

I also saw Hollywood Land (loved it) and Little Miss Sunshine (loved in more).

Currently I have 7, count that out, 7 projects going right now. Three novels, Two Short stories, One short Film Script, and One Full Feature Script. All Going at once and a hand full of songs I'm finessing. So I'm bussy and writting keeps me happy.

I have some real good friends keeping me grounded and around.

I have earned another promotion at SubWay, this time Night Manager, even jumped a level. It's allot to take in and and it's stress on my already buckled shoulders.

And Rascal Flatts' STAND seems to be one of the songs themed to my life, along side almost the entire album of Matchbox 20's Mad Season.

And I'm still in line to move to FL in May, and from there I have no idea, I guess where ever my work sales... god I hope it sales.

I'm adjusting to Henderson, doing pretty well. Not taking to much more on then I can carry. Just trying to keep moving on.

Whatever Tomorrow Brings....
Spiral Out...
And Wave On...

(god I miss him... I miss my life... I Miss him)