Sunday, October 24, 2004
Went to 'The Grudge' last night with Shannon and P-chan and Kim. Not one of the greatest movies in history. All the character developement that they bothered to do was contrived. 'Look. Here's some photos of my friends who are now dead. I'll have a beer and go back into that house.' 'I really like my boyfriend, so I'll go back into the house.' That sums up ALL the character developement for the entire movie. Afterwards, Shannon and P-chan asked me if I wanted to go to a local spook alley. I said no thanks. I've had enough random and plotless creepiness for one day.
6:52 PM
Monday, October 18, 2004
On the bus this morning, random guy asked me what the date was. I told him that I thought it was the 18th. He said "Really? The 18th?"
"I think so."
"Huh. That's really strange. My phone is wrong. It says it's the 18th, but it also says it's Monday."
^^
I said, "It is Monday."
"It is?"
"Yes."
"Wow."
Indeed. Wow.
Anyway, I know that some of the stuff I've been writing lately has been lacking in sunshine. I am sorry about that. Please don't worry, though. The reason I can write about that stuff is because it's over now. I'm feeling much better. There are still some issues I would like to resolve, but if I can say that my mind was wrapped up in a dark place, it's because from my current point of view, I can see that it was. Thank you, though, for your concern.
2:30 PM
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
So I have moved into the YWCA, and it does, indeed, keep the rain off my head which is its primary purpose. The truth is, however, that it's about a half step up from a homeless shelter. Most of the people that live there are disabled, many with mental health related disabilities.
At the risk of sounding callous, I'm sure that most of the women that I'm coming to know here will influence my writing some day. I'm surrounded by fictional litterary characters. To further the Y cliche', on my second day in the program, one of the older ladies whose name is not Rachael came into the tv room to tell two of her friends (very loudly) that she had accidentally caught two of the residents groping. This isn't the funny part of the story. The funny part of the story is that as not Rachael shared this news with her two close friends (and whoever else happened to be within the enourmous range of her voice) she made sure to mention that we're all adults here, and that SHE doesn't judge. This would have been more convincing if she hadn't named names.
9:35 AM
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