Life's a Blur

Life is a blur to me these days. Each day mingles into the next (as each one should), and I can hardly remember what happened last weekend or whatever every time a week passes. I've been working everyday for the past 6+ weeks, with only a day to the dentist and one for Memorial Day. Another break was filled with non-stop entertaining in the city. Today is the first day in this long stretch of madness that I have spent more than 3 hours semi-lucid/relaxing at home.

So in this long period of madness, I have made friendly and unfriendly with many people. Many new experiences for me. A lot of influence to who I am and who I'm becoming. Here's a list of random stuff (mainly so that I can do a little brainstorming):

Bringing on the charm for a possible reality T.V. show at the flat glass studio.

Getting insulted at a BBQ and politely having to laugh it off to prevent mad tension and verbal smackdown.

Bumping into two friends from high school on the way to work. (Separate occasions.)

Calling out to a friend from college off the street.

Dishing the dirt with an Alfred Alumni coworker.

Almost got into an all-out public shoving match with foreigner at Mermaid Parade.

Cursing in front of kids is now a norm.

Saw my first hyperviolent Japanese movie at New York Asian Film Festival. (Tokyo Gore Police)

Stayed up til 4a.m. at the park feeling connected.

Took 3 cab rides in one night in search of all-nude strip club.

Getting cursed at by disgruntled and impatient cabbie.

Dropping mad $$ on a two-person Japanese dinner.

Pulled a 13 hour day at the flat glass studio.

Playing/sucking at pool for $17/hour.

Laying in bed hardly sleeping for days on end.

Hanging out with mad shady individuals, only to realize they're even shadier than you first thought.

Loving punk rock without trying.

Comic books make me happier than hanging out with people. AND shopping.

Particular friends of mine are true gold. They don't front.

Learning to digest before acting upon frenzied circumstances.

Saying fuck it, fuck you, and kiss my black ass to all the shit in the world.

Absolutely loving RATATAT and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs more than I ever did.

Missing my Birdie.

Not apologizing for asshole behavior and attitude.

Realizing how much I love and miss hot glass in one weekend.

I finally got my hair trimmed after 2 years.