won another poetry contest.
more publication.

still working on preparing monolouge for audition.
more memorization.

have to go see dolores tomorrow since yesterday was her b-day.
more cake.

also have to talk to rick about NYC.
more yelling.

emailed christina.
more worry.

december is in a week and a half.
more memories.

library picket on tuesday.
more outrage.


...you kno, it's surprising how much you can miss people that you never knew you would...

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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.
:(