Wow... havn't posted in quite a while. Apologies are hereby extended to all of my loyal tumbleweeds, whose tireless tumbling around my blog during my absence has been nothing short of inspirational.
*LAST* Wednesday, I went over to Victoria. There. I said it, folks. I know that the rumours have been circulating through the tabloids for a while now, but I wanted to wait until I was sure that it was the right moment...
I played a gig. *Silence. A pin drops, then inexplicably flies back into the air, does a back flip, and then flies off to Neverland* Really! I played at this 'hymnwriter's conference' (It's rather hard to explain without going into a huge amount of detail) with Ron (boss and ne'er do well) and Marie Andre, the former *CONCERT MASTER OF THE VICTORIA SYMPHONY*. I was hyped. So was Scruffy, my enigmatic confidant.
For a while there I thought that maybe Barbara would be able to come and visit with me. But that didn't happen, so... Yep.
Oh, did I mention that I had my own hotel room? Oh... I did. Well then, I'll not tell you about the fact that I had a hotel room all to myself, and that I didn't have any wild parties whatsoever.
Annyyyyways. That was Sunday night. I hopped onto the last ferry to Vancouver so as to be able to drive out to the boonies the next morning to begin my third and LAST Marine Emergency Duties course. I will be so glad when this is over, man. I can't wait.
On the plus side, I do get to be a fireman this week :D. Strangely enough, while very uncomfortable and very painful, carting around tons of gear is kind of fun. At the very least, it's interesting and it pushes you in ways you've not been pushed before.
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It's later now.
You know, my sentimentality is really beginning to get to me. More and more I'm thinking that attempts at kindness or being... just... honest about how I feel about things is, well, a mistake. It sure seems to be getting me into a lot of trouble. Or at the very least, it seems to be making those whom I care for feel uncomfortable.8
*LAST* Wednesday, I went over to Victoria. There. I said it, folks. I know that the rumours have been circulating through the tabloids for a while now, but I wanted to wait until I was sure that it was the right moment...
I played a gig. *Silence. A pin drops, then inexplicably flies back into the air, does a back flip, and then flies off to Neverland* Really! I played at this 'hymnwriter's conference' (It's rather hard to explain without going into a huge amount of detail) with Ron (boss and ne'er do well) and Marie Andre, the former *CONCERT MASTER OF THE VICTORIA SYMPHONY*. I was hyped. So was Scruffy, my enigmatic confidant.
For a while there I thought that maybe Barbara would be able to come and visit with me. But that didn't happen, so... Yep.
Oh, did I mention that I had my own hotel room? Oh... I did. Well then, I'll not tell you about the fact that I had a hotel room all to myself, and that I didn't have any wild parties whatsoever.
Annyyyyways. That was Sunday night. I hopped onto the last ferry to Vancouver so as to be able to drive out to the boonies the next morning to begin my third and LAST Marine Emergency Duties course. I will be so glad when this is over, man. I can't wait.
On the plus side, I do get to be a fireman this week :D. Strangely enough, while very uncomfortable and very painful, carting around tons of gear is kind of fun. At the very least, it's interesting and it pushes you in ways you've not been pushed before.
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It's later now.
You know, my sentimentality is really beginning to get to me. More and more I'm thinking that attempts at kindness or being... just... honest about how I feel about things is, well, a mistake. It sure seems to be getting me into a lot of trouble. Or at the very least, it seems to be making those whom I care for feel uncomfortable.8
posted by Kahloke | 10:41 PM
7 Comments:
Neale: A post that blends zingers about your past week with a shot of emotional sincerity? It's beautiful, man. To be honest with you, I would recommend getting more sleep before contemplating what you might or might not be doing wrong in life- people can come to some pretty bizarre conclusions otherwise. Good to hear about your gig!
Neale, Scruffy was just for you...
Neale: See, now, I was gonna say something about Scruffy, but then I thought to myself, no, Neale, go the sincere route, Llowyn would rather hear your honest advice than have him click his fingers and go 'ay ay, Scu-u-u-ffy!'. Fine then. I did like the phrase 'Scuffy, my enigmatic confidant'. Scuffy 4-EVAH.
You guys are cute. In a nerdy sort of way. I wish you were here, Llowyn. (Sorry, Neale, I'd wish you were here, too, but we've really just met.)
i think you're awesome-possum, Llowyn Ball. plain and simple!
Llowyn, I wish you were here, too! I want Llowyn, flying hugs. I feel like such crap today. I'm just completely depressed. I think Barb is mad at me, adn yesterday sucked, and today, my family just took off w/out even ASKING if I would babysit, and then my grandparents showed up, adn started yelling at me about how messy the house was, even though it's ALL my sister's mess. I want you here.
I dunno, Llowyn, don't ever feel insecure about your kindnesses. Because as you can see, I plainly rely on you for your insights, and your wonderfulness. I wub oo, Llowyn. please don't ever stop being as wonderful, as you are.
I could threaten to wait untill Friday to come over unless you post, but we both know that won't happen :p
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