I really ought to get to know Peter Chang better. I really should. I've been so wrapped up in asshole that I haven't really . . . I dunno, given other guys a chance. And despite how little we know each other, Peter seems to value me a hell of a lot more than some people. It makes me feel good. And I need a lot of that right now. Peter, drop me a line. We should talk.
Alan has one of the most fascinating minds of anyone I have ever met. I could sit and listen to his rants for hours, maybe even days. They don't get old and they constantly cause me to think about new ideas and my mind goes in different directions every time. It's very intellectually stimulating. I read his post about his beliefs earlier today. Amazing. It makes a hell of a lot more sense than anything else I've heard.
I got to rage in play practice today. Doc said it was very believable. Huh . . . I wonder why. Anyway, it actually felt very good to get to yell and scream at people. I actually felt a little better afterwards.
I took my brother to Pizza Hut. We talked. Him about soccer, me about my recent dead ends. Good quality brotherly time. Good pizza.
I might be doing a photo shoot this Friday. At least that's the plan so far. We'll see what happens.
I'm going to actually go to class tomorrow. I've been sleeping through it lately, but I'm going to go if it kills me. I don't have any homework for either class done, and I'm not going to be able to find out what it is, let alone figure it out and do it. But at least I'm attending class. It's more than I've been doing lately, and I can always do the homeowork later. I'll being my grades up. I don't have anything else to concentrate on . . .
Which book do I read? Should I read the latest Sword of Truth novel that my brother loaned me more than a month ago? Should I read The Mote in God's Eye that Jason lent me about a month ago? Should I read that fantasy novel that the Australian lady wrote, that I bought more than a year ago? Should I read my XY magazines I haven't read yet? Or should I read my new Christopher Rice novel?
Hmmmm . . . no XY magazines. They just remind me about relationships I'm never going to have. No Christopher Rice because his books are full of gay characters having sex and being in relationships. I can probably put off the Australian lady's novel for longer if I've put it off this long. And I can make my brother wait too.
A Mote in God's Eye it is! Now, should I read it or memorize lines for the play? Hmmmm . . . that's a toughy. Escapism? . . . rage? I just can't decide.
I want to watch a very violent movie. With lots of killing. Preferably killing of couples. Couples should die. Well, not all of them, I guess. Just asshole couples.
Death and violence have been common themes in my thoughts lately. . . I wonder why . . .
Yeah, this whole trying to get my mind on other things? Not working so much.
