Insight and a Park

The newest installment of "Meaty Okra." Hannah's garden (dirt in my fingernails). Trying to register for classes. A million 5 am shifts. Mafia Wars via Facebook. Learning to whistle.

Just a small update.

Now that we're caught up, I'd usually either tell some amusing anecdote or share something insightful about my life. I'm really not feeling it. I haven't for quite some time. It seems presumptuous, predictable and just really stupid. Even by telling how I don't feel like being insightful, I come off as someone who's trying really hard to be insightful about insight. Jeez, there's no winning. :D

Let's go a different direction: Fun.

Hello. My name is Tony Thompson, and I'm addicted to...

Whoops. I definitely haven't blogged in over a week. I'm so bad with commitment. Stupid issues.

I just spent the day with an AMAZING friend. We did some minor shopping, Goodwill and such. I bought a lamp. Now, I'm at Starbucks waiting to clock in and blogging in the mean time.

Something you may not know about me: I'm a theatre-aholic. That's right, I'm actually addicted to acting. Since, I haven't been on a stage in over a year (what?!?) I began having withdrawals. Like, the day after the show ended. I've only done high school theatre so far. Community theatre is oddly intimidating to me. I really don't know why. Also, I enjoy the hours I get at work and a show would mean a huge cut because of rehearsals. I'm hurting for it though, so maybe I'll suck up my pride and audition for something. But there's something completely different about opening up during an audition and being exposed in front of people who suck (high school) and people who think they're amazing (community theatre). What if people have been lying to me the whole time when they say I'm good. Maybe I've been lying to myself because I'm good at everything I try. Especially in school, I was. Maybe I should stop over analyzing everything in the world.

Blogs are so narcissistic. Why would the world want to know what I'm doing? I guess to see a different walk of life? What's my walk of life? Is it the gay? The southerner? The outsider? The inquisitor? The American? Right now, it needs to be the worker.

Time to go get dressed.

Meaty Okra and China Gourmet

What a long day.  It started at 4:00 a.m.  I've worked, drank coffee, got a tan, drank more coffee, edited and uploaded Melissa's and my video, drank more coffee, and now I'm updating my blog and anxiously awaiting the arrival of tomorrow.  Wow, that's a lot of a's in that sentence. 

Tomorrow, I'm seeing a good friend and also going to Atlanta to hopefully make new friends. I went to a local Chinese restaurant this evening for dinner and I got a fortune that said, "Investigate new possibilities with friends.  Now is the time!"  So, it's obviously a sign.  Speaking of Atlanta, the Art Institute up there is stalking me.  They keep calling me wanting me to interview for their school, but there's nothing there for me.

You can definitely tell it's late by my use of clichés, boring verbs and so many demonstrative pronouns.  Here's the video I just finished editing.

This is for Melissa.

I just caught him staring again.