The Earth says hello.

I got to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory tonight. 'Twas fucking wonderful. I was expecting a lot. It was Johnny Depp (sp?) and Tim Burton doing a revamp of one of my favorite movies of all time. I've been in love with every project those two have worked on together, and they didn't disappoint me this time. There isn't a moment of that movie that isn't memorable. There isn't a scene that doesn't have something that makes me laugh or cry or just feel entranced. So, yeah. Good movie. Made me want to do something wonderful, again. A good change of pace for what's felt like the sinking ship of my creative spirit.

That said, there was nothing else about today that was redeeming. The movie counterbalanced most of it, but there are some things that just don't get solved by decent entertainment.

The moped that Kahli lent to me was stolen, last night. That's the first thing I realized this morning, as I walked out to where it ought to have been, and found it missing entirely from the scene. Gone. Absolutely vanished. I keep feeling and hoping like it'll magically appear somewhere, so I can look at myself and say, "silly, it was there all the time." Not gonna happen, but a boy can dream. I'm infinitely grateful to Kahli for not hating me over that. It was a monumental favor she was doing, lending me that, and I feel like I betrayed her somehow.

So, bussed to work, got there somewhat pissed, and 45 minutes late. Two hours into the shift, my co-worker tried to move a stack of soft drink crates out of the way of a beer vendor. Someone else had pulled several bottles from the end of the very lowest one, and a few each from each subsequent crate. Naturally, the whole thing toppled on her, and she ended up having to leave the store at around 1pm so she could go to the hospital. That meant I spent about two hours working with someone who couldn't pull her own weight (no pun intended), and the rest of the shift working with no one at all.

Upswing - after work, Arthur helped me to remove the last of my belongings from the old place, and I gave Shawna my key. So, that's that.

Upswing - Arthur and I decided to see that wonderful movie, and Rob decided to join us.

Downswing - JD got pissed at us for what can only be described as ditching on him. We were supposed to do character gen for his shadowrun game, but it would have been nigh upon impossible to see the movie and get to KT and Kevin's house at a decent hour. So we ended up just doing the movie.

Downswing - I also ended up being forced to back out of Rocky Horror Picture Show tonight, for which I feel crappy because it meant not hanging out with Sandra and Jessie, neither of whom do I get to hang out with enough as it is. I hope to make it up to both of them, but the damage is done, nevertheless.

Upswing - Movie was fucking life-altering.

Downswing - JD seems to be hell-bent on not allowing unfettered joy, even if it means assuming that me describing my own good experiences is some ploy to coerce him into seeing the same movie. I don't honestly give a rat's ass if he does or does not go to see it. I was just describing my night.

Downswing - I have two friends with whom I've made promises to get together tomorrow, neither of whom believes me, and one of whom I'll doubtless end up insulting or ditching out of situational neccesity. So, who will it be? Will I snub jd once more on the issue of character creation, adding yet more fuel to his rising conviction that I don't want to play his game, or will it be Sandra who gets ignored without being ignored. Either way, no matter who I go with, I'm going to feel shitty, and it's neither the first nor the last time this will happen, because in any attempt to please everyone, no one will be pleased. If either of them reads this, they will feel guilty and rescind, but not in a way that resolves anything.

Ah, hell, maybe everyone can get together at once, not hate each other, not be fucking catty with each other or with myself, and maybe we can all just have a good time with no itinerary and no motives. Of course, with my social circle, the likelihood of that much unfettered joy being experienced is about as likely as my being struck by lightning during my honeymoon on Mars.

So, in the interests of keeping my sanity at least marginally there, and because I've held in about enough steam to power a voyage to Alaska, I say this, knowing full well that no matter what I do or say, the situation I described earlier will happen, I say this -

God damn it, lighten the fuck up before you all kill me.

You are all dear friends, and I'm sorry if I can't keep up with my own life, but if I don't stop feeling like I'm a shitty friend and a horrible person for every time I have to choose one direction over another, I'm just going to die of a heart attack by the time I'm 25. Then who will you have to induce your wilderness?

So, tired, overjoyed, anxious, worried, pissed, depressed and filled with wonderment, I leave you all with your own thoughts.

I love you all. No conditions.

How much I like you depends on the moment, though. ;-p

Ciao!
Nick, the Migratory Domestic

*poof*