An openning and a closing

Preparing for my last preformance at Stritch and it feels grand. The only other thing I have to do is strike and my Theatre involvement at Stritch will be concluded. While I should feel sad or something I don't. Last night for the breaking of the glass I watched and tried to help clean up and one of the freshman pushed me away saying it was a Freshman only thing injest. Regardless I wanted to help. I said no it wasn't just a freshman thing more for the fact that I have done it every year and I have not been a freshman that whole time. Another senior said it was just a Freshman thing as long as he has been here. I tried not to seem too confused but I didn't get the big deal of me saying it wasn't a freshman only thing because I meant it in a way so I could help that night. Maybe it wasn't. I don't know but it made me think how much I don't belong here. I like helping, I like acting strange, and I like creating new things. Prehaps this is a bad combination for a normal life but who wants to be normal. Today was wonderful in a sense that Nancy, Jennifer and I went off-roading with the Art department cart. We only broke off the wheel twice, and I fell out once. Nancy has pictures and a small film. Also because of a small problem with the color processor my final print, that was suppose to go to be juried didn't actually get printed, sad yes but Tim wants me to put up my work at Mike Crivello's this summer, so it all works out. I have finished a draft for my story and am happy to be almost done with it. I want to focus on works more like Cristo and Jean-Claude's yellow umbrella's. Ever since I heard about it on the Simpson's I have wanted to do something like that. I want my art to do that, though I always seem to take darker turns. It is exciting to think in a month I will can pick up some of the longer stories I but aside.

Chicago

On my way to Chicago or rather waiting to go to Chicago at my friends apartment, with the high speed internet, and though I should be researching all the references in a poem entitled 19_: elgy, or underlining the last chapter in the Handmaid's Tale, or prehaps practising read the last chapter of clockwork Orange, I felt like writing on my usually empty blog. It seems such a shame that so many little stories go by in a day and most of the time we forget them. It it wasn't for friends I might forget all about frosting as a deathly weapon, cats acting weird or George dressed in very strange clothing. I started thinking about my photography and even my fiction writing as an attempt to capture these moments and then I realized hey maybe I should write these events in my blog as a living record of my life. Granted most have probably come to this realization before setting up a blog but I on the other hand have set up many blogs and then let them fade into cyperdom. This time though I think I have finally justified the time spent writing on my blog instead of doing something more productive. We will see.