I Spent a lot of time with my friends, we tried to keep our spirits up over our current tragedy. On Saturday we went to a monthly Art event known as Creativa. This is sort of an open mic night for various artist to spread their ideas,inspirations, and talents. There were a few dancers, poets (of course), musicians and some actors (go figure). The poets were good. The dancers were ok, although one group made me slightly uncomfortable. There act was good mind you, it was the end of the piece that made me feel odd. They were dancing to gary jewel (i think thats the guys name.) His cover of "Mad World" You know the song in donnie darko. They were dressed in suits, ties and all. I guess they were depicting the coldness of society, loss of faith and compassion, yadda yadda. My interpretation of interpretive dance not so good. Anyway at the end they "hung" themselves with thier ties. My heart sank. This was my friends chosen method of suicide. I could feel the uncomfortableness around the table with my friends.
Though there were some lighter acts. My friend Casey performed with his friend which was good. A man by the name of Papa Joe offered us some ditties on banjo and harmonica about our local land fill and a cow. 'If you like milk, ice cream, cheese, or butter, get on down there and pull on my udder... cause im a cow.... moo moo moo moo!!' It was hilarious. The act that had my friends and I in tears was "Stairway to Heaven" on, you guessed it Accordion!
Sunday I kind of wasted. Played Castlevainia, did laundry, read some Lovecraft and went grocery shoppin WEW!. Missed Kitty the whole time, She called when she could but she was pretty busy this weekend.
Hmm thats all for now kids, I apologize now for any spelling or grammatical errors for this entry was made in haste and tomato sauce.
- Location:Breakroom Kiosks. SHHH. Dont tell anyone.
- Mood:
mellow - Music:i have no fucking clue...
Let me begin by just saying FUCK.
Ok now thats out of my system. Why is it so surreal when a friend of yours dies?? When Tyler told me the news on monday I thought for a brief moment he was messing with me. My friends can have a sick sense of humor like that, but not this time. We are just left wondering why. He was the last person any of us thought would commit suicide. As far as any of us knew he was happy and had a lot going for him. Tyler said he was on anti-depressants (lexpro or something like that) and thats what he thinks made him do it. I dont know what to think really. All I know is that my small circle of friends just got smaller without any clear reason. So all I can say that this is the worst week ever. That's all for now, I'm a man of little words and my supervisor is giving me the evil eye....
R.I.P. Evan Tiernan June 10 1988- April 18 2008
- Location:Breakroom Kiosks. SHHH. Dont tell anyone.
- Mood:
depressed - Music:Incessant humming of the vending machines.
Starting to really hate my job. Not that it's really a bad job or anything. I mean they pay me well and the work isn't difficult. But I seem to just be apathetic toward it. I don't care about anything when I'm there. I'm constantly late or absent. I'm dismissive to my supervisor when he tries to talk to me about the goings on at my job. I completely space out during the Shift Change meetings. I'm constantly getting on the internet kiosks in the breakroom, which it a forbidden zone if its not break time. My supe asked me once not to be out there so much but I still find myself out there. I think the only reason he is not sticking to the issue too much is because my output on product still is good. Plus, I'm up for review this month.
Oh, and tomorrow I'm going to see about getting a new car, thats going to be funny... I'll keep you posted.
Thats all for me, so feel free to comment Kitty since youre my only friend.
- Location:Tyler's Computer Dungeon
- Mood:
blah
- Mood:
aggravated
