wide awake at 4am
V for Vendetta just concluded and for the hundredth time (at least) i've got chills and goose bumps and giggles and teary eyes... today I woke around noon after falling asleep around sunrise, wandered online a bit, and then napped until 5pm...
we then went out to see the local student performance of All Shook Up and while it is always good to be in the theatre, the lead was so bad it was painful to watch at times... you know when a singer is so bad you unintentionally shudder and make unconscious jerking movements?... yeah, well, we went cuz Precious was working the lights and the good news is there were two excellent performances and one exceptional... April Williams, remember the name, she will be known someday...
further unfortunately, we came straight home after rasputin checked his bank account and decided going for a late dinner was not in his budget... it's been years since I had friends who were not mostly (or all) couch potatos... for a while I went out every night by myself, but that gets old after a while... the TV at least had the Live Earth concert on and then, a favorite film...
while the box played in the background, I played on myspace and out popped more words... a rhyme for the blog there (one that left me with a great feeling) and more for elsewhere when I have time to garden online elsewhere again... and that was the excitement for today...
luckily I amuse myself well :)
I could watch Wacko's Wish and remember how much I love the Animaniacs now, or fantasize about imaginary friends and Phoebe Cates in Drop Dead Fred or I could pop in The Princess Bride or Mary Poppins or Hook and dream, but i choose to check out your blogs and then wander back over to myspace and dream a bit more interactively than I do watching video...
before I go, just so you know I love you guys and i do not love myspace more, I leave you tonight with a bit of rhyme that something inspired right here at blogspot by our very own holly (with a touch of Richard Bach)...
for some it is confusion
it seems to protect me
from unwanted intrusion
maybe nothing is real
and love is mere delusion
but there's no better feeling
than to share the same illusion
and that's why I am here
better or worse it seems
if true love is not real
then I'm... addicted to the dreams
thank you for being here :)