birds and the weekend

This weekend was crazy. First off, I took some pictures of the Arthurian Finches (my friend Domino called them that and I think it’s a good name for them — in contrast, we call the ferrets “the fuckers”).

(From left to right: Gawain, Lady of the Lake, Galahad, Mordred, and Merlin)

If you wanna see more pictures, the set is here.

I actually was really social this weekend. It started on Friday night when Dan and I had a bunch of people over at our house playing video games and stuff like Apples to Apples until 2am. On Saturday, after I got out of work, I was planning on going with my coworker Eric just for fifteen minutes to one bar to have one drink and I ended up bar hopping until 4am. I have never been that drunk in a bar before. It was awesome.

Sunday, it was my friend Tim’s birthday so we went to play Whirlyball with a ton of people. I haven’t played in a while because I’m just not interested, but Chris brought his lady friend Sarah and we spent the time they were playing talking. She’s also poly, so it was nice to talk with her about that. Before we went over there though, Chris, Robin, and Sarah came over with Chris and Robin’s ferrets Rogue and Anna (you may remember Rogue used to be ours back when we lived together). It was a six ferret pile and super fun.

Yesterday, I went to therapy and I am feeling good. I decided I would take today off of school, not to ditch, but to work on stuff. I am caught up in all of my classes. I slept really badly last night so I thought it might be better to relax a bit today. I have one rule though: I have to be at least as productive from home as I’ve been in class. I turned in all of my homework, told all my teachers I wasn’t going to be coming into class, and started writing shit. I’ve written a few blogs (sorry about the blog spam today!) and am working on getting stuff together for scholarships and my second book.

Which reminds me, I actually am reprinting and republishing my first book, you may waltz to your doom in sanguine stained shoes, on createspace.com, meaning it will be available for purchase from amazon.com’s print on demand service. The book will only be 10 bucks, and contains 70+ pages of poems I wrote from 1998-2004. By the end of May 2010, I will have a second as of yet untitled collection ready for publish. I’ll let you guys know when you may waltz is ready for purchase!

I had a myspace as an early adopter, and…

I had a myspace as an early adopter, and I kept it for a long time, but in 2006, I finally got sick of it and deleted it. I haven’t missed it even once. By then, I had a facebook and all and facebook was still only for college students.

As time’s gone on though, facebook has become shittier and shittier: my “update” feed started to become all of these quizzes and ads. People who I hated or who hated me in high school would try to add me (I don’t know why, maybe they had on rose colored glasses or they just wanted more friends) and then would never speak to me. I was spending too much time looking around at shit on the damn thing too.

So this morning, I did the best thing I could do. I deleted my facebook. Sure, I will lose contact with some shitty people from high school that I don’t talk to anymore, but how bad is that? Anyone who I really wanted to talk to or who knows me outside of “facebook friends” has other means of contacting me.

Part of being an adult is having the co…

Part of being an adult is having the consciousness to realize who is a true person who is a friend and who would do anything for you and who has been using you.

My best friends that I’ve been friends with for years who live in my hometown will occasionally come to where I live and kidnap me to take me back there for a few days. It’s a five hour drive, and they will make it twice in one day just to get me (and yes, I don’t drive so I can’t help).

I have had friends do things to me in the past like ask me for big favors so they didn’t have to have small pains. One person who used to be a friend of mine would call me and ask for favors that required me going two hours out of my way to prevent him from having to make thirty minutes of effort. It’s obvious who is spoiled in this world sometimes.

I’ve had a friend or two online who would pretty much do anything for me, but yet I never met him and her, and I’ve had a friend in my real life that could give two shits about me if I wasn’t fucking him. God forbid I didn’t answer his booty call right away or he’d just send me pictures of his penis.

But I guess knowing these things just helps in the long run: when someone is showering you with money, check to see if they’re expecting you to be making all the effort in response.