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Parts Unkown
Sep. 13th, 2003 11:21 amI swear, I just shouldn't leave the house.
Last night me, Mom, Dick, Laura, and Joan went to go see Mike's new show "Parts Unknown." It's the first show he's directed since "Hooters," over ten years ago. I met Mom at her office at 5:30. I was already tired and grumpy having been awake since seven. She was pretty tired herself so the two of us were feeling rather lack luster. We had dinner at a pizza place in midtown and then walked down to the Virgin Megastore and Toy R Us to kill time before the show.
I HATE HATE HATE HATE walking through Times Square. There are too many people, and they're all pushing and pressing up against one another, and it's impossible to breathe, and you have no personal space, and anyone who has known me longer than a week knows I get very anxious and jittery when my space is invaded. I know I complain about never leaving the house, but after last night I'm starting to think staying inside all the time might be the best thing for me. I just felt so...scared and harried in that crowd. It was like they were sucking all the life out of me. No wonder I stay away from people; I have such little energy I need to conserve it. I can't have psychic vampires sinking their teeth into me.
I was quiet and withdrawn most of the night. Except when we were in Toys R Us. We walked through the door and I headed straight over to the stuffed animals started touching all of them. Very therepeutic. I must be a victim of arrested development because I love toys. They are so comforting to me. When I get my own apartment I'm going to cover the place with stuffed animals and dolls, lord knows I have enough of both. Mom and I walked through the store and I pointed out cool toys. I felt like a five year old. I don't think i mentioned, the KB Toy store on my block is looking for seasonal help, and while I know it's a low paying retail job, I'm thinking of applying. I think it would be great to work in a toy store.
Anyway, the show was...trying to hard to be political and deep. It was making a STATEMENT, and it was obvious. I hate shows like that. It didn't make me think, rather it made me feel like I was being preached to. Needless to say I was in a foul mood by the time it was over and I left before anyone could ask me what I thought of it.
I'm still tired today. Luckily it's raining out so I'm under no obligation to leave the house.
Last night me, Mom, Dick, Laura, and Joan went to go see Mike's new show "Parts Unknown." It's the first show he's directed since "Hooters," over ten years ago. I met Mom at her office at 5:30. I was already tired and grumpy having been awake since seven. She was pretty tired herself so the two of us were feeling rather lack luster. We had dinner at a pizza place in midtown and then walked down to the Virgin Megastore and Toy R Us to kill time before the show.
I HATE HATE HATE HATE walking through Times Square. There are too many people, and they're all pushing and pressing up against one another, and it's impossible to breathe, and you have no personal space, and anyone who has known me longer than a week knows I get very anxious and jittery when my space is invaded. I know I complain about never leaving the house, but after last night I'm starting to think staying inside all the time might be the best thing for me. I just felt so...scared and harried in that crowd. It was like they were sucking all the life out of me. No wonder I stay away from people; I have such little energy I need to conserve it. I can't have psychic vampires sinking their teeth into me.
I was quiet and withdrawn most of the night. Except when we were in Toys R Us. We walked through the door and I headed straight over to the stuffed animals started touching all of them. Very therepeutic. I must be a victim of arrested development because I love toys. They are so comforting to me. When I get my own apartment I'm going to cover the place with stuffed animals and dolls, lord knows I have enough of both. Mom and I walked through the store and I pointed out cool toys. I felt like a five year old. I don't think i mentioned, the KB Toy store on my block is looking for seasonal help, and while I know it's a low paying retail job, I'm thinking of applying. I think it would be great to work in a toy store.
Anyway, the show was...trying to hard to be political and deep. It was making a STATEMENT, and it was obvious. I hate shows like that. It didn't make me think, rather it made me feel like I was being preached to. Needless to say I was in a foul mood by the time it was over and I left before anyone could ask me what I thought of it.
I'm still tired today. Luckily it's raining out so I'm under no obligation to leave the house.
