Alone Again, Naturally

i used to love that song. by Gilbert O'Sullivan. it was on a tape of the top billboard hits from 1972 i think i borrowed for like 6 months straight from the MB library. This was my favorite song on it, and my mom hated it. she said it was inane. what does it say about me that when i was in elementary school I loved a song about a guy who cheerfully describes jumping off a building because hes so lonely? exactly what you think it says.


So here I am, back in p-land after a brief visit to the MB. The wedding was fun, and i dont think ive ever seen my parents dance before, which was quite the experience (if youve never seen a room full of 30-70 year olds get down to a band playing usher and "its getting hot in herre" you havent lived. seriously. my mom danced to nelly) made me think about when all my friends start getting married...which doesnt seem to be anytime soon, but man will that be a party.

i also realized that i had grown fond of portland, but that i was pretty lonely here. I like the theatre and the people there, but besides the 2-4 hours i spend there a day, i dont see them. they come and go to and from their established lives, and i miss the college "get a drink after rehearsal" vibe. not their faul though. i just need to figure out how to meet people, so im not at home drinking tea and blogging at 1030 every night. its kind of a drag.

on the plus side, everyone should see Science of Sleep. cause its really good. and i liked the Departed, ending and all. and working my way through Haruki Murakami's back catalog has reaffirmed he is in fact my favorite author, although if i could tell you who are reading this to read one book, it would be David Mitchell's Black Swan Green. Trust me.

too bad about the dodgers. but theyll be good. and now im just gearing up for lakers basketball.