on loop: tokimonsta – darkest dim
warning: first world, overly self-absorbed blipster problems to follow .. by the way, not a fan of “blipster” and not proud of myself for throwin it out there so cas. also, i miss happy endings.
after reading my last posts, i get that blogging is my first diaryish thing since tween years and a long-forgotten “i’m so happy to be in college, but have so many feeeelings” xanga account. i feel kinda odd about that. i subscribe to a few dozen blogs, and am glad my friend melissa convinced me to jump into the fray (i look at those turkey pics all the damn time, i swears), but by jeezy, it’s work! every couple weeks, i’ll think, “oh damn, i should’ve posted sumthin” then “i ain’t postin shat” and “you don’t know me! you don’t know my life.”
random commitment issues aside, it comes down to me being interesting to me, but surely not interesting enough to keep tens of people around the world entertained. i have to give thought to where my voice belongs later.
now, however, i am sticking to my goal to share a photo a week throughout 2013.
so, weeks 41-52 with a little captioning:
wk 41 – i wandered into a spongebob filming in downtown savannah. just to put it out there, those are two of my favorite things, and i acted a nut. i tiptoed in front of the cameraman and stopped. just stopped in the middle of his shoot like i’d caught a glimpse of patrick starfish himself until one of the assistants politely shooed me away. and i’d do it again! who doesn’t want to live in bikini bottom? if you’ve raised your hand, i consider you soulless.
wk 42 – my bff’s daughter’s one year bday party. my friend channeled her inner martha, making the cake, hangin decorations, getting an inflatable princess castle, and twirlin cotton candy. the entire event was too sweet, and baby girl smiled the whole time.
wk 43 – for halloween 2013, i thought i’d realize one of my long-time dreams of dressing like a flapper girl. this dress (damn you, piperlime!) dashed that dream immejiatley. i say immejiatley. the girls were squished and kept doin that kill bill “whimper” thing. i was like a black angry incredible hulk shedding clothes. but not near as cool as that sounds. after this massive disappointment, i flaked out on the costume party for leopold’s rum raisin / coffee w chocolate chips ice cream. i count myself the victor.
wk 44 – i went to the weeklong savannah film festival for my third year (dream to “start a tradition” … check), but for an awesome night, i hung out with two ladies who’ve somehow loved me for more than twenty years. who has those kind of friends?! happy & lucky.
the last filming on the last day of the film festival was jono oliver’s home:__ about a youngish man struggling with both external and internal turmoil trying to leave a mental care facility and get his own apartment. ohhhhhhh, the tears. afterwards, still full of tears and with raggedy hair from repeatedly yanking it during the movie, i got to meet writer/director/producer jono. he was warm, real, and seemed truly touched by my shyly telling him how much his debut film affected me. he was also surprisingly lickable. i have to work on my come hither eyes .. more on that later.
wk 45 – i worked a lot after taking the week off. leaving work one night, i took an amazing (to me) shot of the ramp. it gives me the feels.
wk 46 – i’m lucky both to know and be on this lady’s friend list. at a late baby shower for melissa, i got to see her be a naturally awesome mom .. sweet, but challenging to her kids. she went through seemingly neverending hurdles with her pregnancy, but you’d never know it to talk to her. i’m constantly inspired by the realness and two-steps forward thinking that’s also natural for her. an unexpected outcome of the shower (which i almost flaked out on!) was good conversation with other ladies and later, thinking about my 5 / 10-year plan for the first time. great times. no flakies.
wk 47 – so. steadman graham spoke about identity leadership. the speech was great. he was passionate, but abstract. problem is … he was tall. and slim. when i should’ve been paying attention, all i thought was, “this is a good looking man … i wonder if he notices oprah and i are the exact same height.” i practiced my come hither eye, but probably looked like i had a tick. crazy thoughts, i tell ya.
wk 48 – thanksgiving. food, fun, family. first major holiday since my aunt passed was a little bittersweet, but we photobombed our way through it.
wk 49 – i “volunteered” to watch my best friend’s baby while she and her hubby were in town for an event. so. i airquote “volunteered” because, as dr phil says, my expectations were totally violated. i thought he was the same as i remembered … a lap baby to hold dearly and watch crawl around on his chubby little hands and knees. don’t let the angelic face fool you … that little bugger is a big boy and wore me out! up the stairs, down the stairs, screams, tears, big mounds of poop. it was an eye-opening night. my best friend (his mom) is a saint.
wk 50 – this terrible phone-photo is me after a spinal tap (lumbar puncture). the procedure itself wasn’t bad, but the recovery was a b. back pain, headaches, neck stiffness, nausea. no bueno. took a week or so to get better, and my neck’s still wonky. i hope there aren’t more of those in my future. on a routine visit, my eye doctor caught swollen optic nerves which led to a case of “we haven’t the foggiest idea why” intercranial hypertension. in other words, all of my awesome can no longer be contained by my already big brain.
oh, and the trapper hat is what happens when you hang around my mom for too long. probably because i tell her things like the awesome brain (true) story.
wk 51 – having drinks after seeing dave chapelle (solid B performance – i’d give a B-, but never know what score +s and -s correlate with and have rejected them from my grading spectrum), we noted two friends-to-me-strangers-to-each-other dressed alike. picture worthy moment.
wk 52 – christmas!
i got three awesome gifts for christmas ….
a while back, my aunt mona started reupholstering chair cushions for me. since her passing, my roommate (in some ninja-like manner) got them recovered beautifully. on christmas, he left a note, “merry christmas from mona & david.” i could only cry for a while. and laugh and blubber and sit on my stairs (where this photo was taken). it’s the sweetest thing i can remember getting.
then, hilarity commenced with my extended family and, most beautifully, my little brother had a good christmas and gave us a few true LOLs.
with that, fantastic fifty-two is over.
thanks for sticking with my ramblings and happy new year’s!