My friend is like the Christmas Nazi.
She absolutely loves the holiday. Me, not so much. Christmas makes me think of things that happened during that time of celebration that don't make me want to celebrate...me getting diabetes, fighting with Nick, katy's dad's heart attack, my nervous breakdown, and michael.
I am also forced to see certain people during the holidays, and this is hard. For instance, christmas in my house means my cousins, namely duffy and katie. duffy, who i am still so upset with after events of this summer, and katie, who used be one of my best friends, but now we just say we'll call each other and never do. it's like that with my friend meg as well, whom i also see at christmas, tho i don't know if i will this year.
Christmas is just a rough time for me...it's hard for a person to understand that. Especially the Christmas nazi.
I love her intentions, and her generosity, and her frindship...but everyone else in my life understand that I'm not going to get all uppity abotu the holiday a month before hand. they know they can get a good two or three days of christmas cheer from me. they know that even tho i pray for christmas miracles every year, i don't really know if i believe in them.
it just got to the point where the whole month of december became this huge nightmare.
and frankly, no mater how much therapy i get or how many plays i write...it's always going to be this dark spot in my year.

unless, of course, christmas miracles are real.

"Now comes the revolution. If you don't implement a conservative agenda now, when do you?" ~Richard Viguerie, New York Times, November 4, 2004.

How about never?

Here comes the revolution, yes…alas I would assume that revolution would come from those who would buck the system and fight the conservative agenda.
It has been 2 days since the election, and it just keeps getting worse. I am a big believer in hope…but truthfully I have very little.
I cannot imagine living in a world where people I love are persecuted and where there is no freedom of speech, press, thought, or choice. I can’t imagine living in some Orwellian existence.
And I think I have a right to say that I don’t accept this. I won’t accept this.

So what can I do?

I need examples here, people. Because sitting on the sidelines and letting things go to shit has never been something I can do. So what can I do to make a change? How does a person change the world?
I must find an answer to that question. If anyone has any suggestions, feel free to pass them on.

So I just voted in my first presidential election. :)

And my aunt Muriel died. :(

So it's been an interesting day.

I was awoken today by the phone ringing. I pick up, I say hello, I get this in return: "::insert background noise:: No, I called her, I get to tell her...Brig? It's Rick. I am standing in frotn of a pile of rubble on Elmwood. Coffee& burned down."

As Katy said, this is enough reason to call Aquila.

Now we have to find a new coffee house to go to.

It's a shock, really. Katy called me later and said "How are you, are you ok, are you coping??" and i thoguth she meant cuz of recent situations, but when I said "I'm fine", she replied "HOW CAN YOU BE FINE!!!!!!! We have no where to get a good cheap cup of coffee anymore!"

Really, it was the epicenter of our summer.
Now it's rubble.

It's a shame.
:(

Doing my part as street team member and PR management:

MAD YELLOW SUN

With
VEIL
(their final show)
DARKLING
and
AS SUMER DIES

Oct. 30th, 2004

The Continental
212 Franklin St.
Buffalo, NY

Doors at 10pm

18+
No cover charge

(Costumes encouraged)



There. I'm done. The band, while good, is such a thorn in my side.
I find it amusing that I started out with this project being the best friend of the drummer, and have concluded it being one of the singers best friends instead. As for the drummer....
well, it's been a few months since we've spoken. I don't know what the deal is...maybe it is PMS, as the title suggests. Maybe we just grew apart...that happens with people...
But I have known him since I was 4 years old. I went to grade school with him. He was in the first play I ever directed, I was at the first gig he ever played. We've gone thru life and death together, we have been thru first loves and first breakups and losing people and gaining people and so much more....I have known him for 17 years.
That's a long time for us NOT to grow apart...
And I almost wish I'd never met him now.

Oh well.

Come see the band.

Plus there's a party after at Doug's house, and as we all know, Doug's party throwing abilities are almost as good as mine.