Full of fail, but not really

[seabird78]

My trip to the Printer's Ball is in the books.

I looted the free book tables something fierce, filling my arms to the point that I had to buy a tote bag in order to get them all home comfortably. Then I strolled around with a colleague from work for a bit, saying hi to a couple friends and enjoying one free beer and some cool demonstrations of paper making and screen printing.

Said colleague and I then chilled on the main floor for a bit. She headed home soon after, and I went back upstairs seeking live literary entertainment. I couldn't find the event that was happening up there, so back downstairs I went, where there was a reading featuring people from out-of-state lit mags. The opening poem was pretty vivid, but by then I was hungry and all the free cheese and crackers were gone, so I hit the streets and bought myself a slice of pizza at this little place on State Street before hopping the Blue Line home.

Got home around nine, still needing to be satisfied with good story, and so I popped in Walk the Line, which I haven't seen since my initial screening at the theater. God, I love films that combine music and narrative so exquisitely!!!!! And boy am I a sucker for stories of hard-earned love, the likes of which Johnny Cash and his beloved June Carter Cash know all too well.

So I guess I managed to get through at least one day of this hectic weekend striking a balance between being out and about and chilling by myself and replenishing my creative stores.

I'm sorry I was complaining so much two entries ago. When I vent it's cause I need to, not cause I want to be an insufferable bore.

Comments

[csecooney.livejournal.com]

It's your JOURNAL! If not here, WHERE???
I know, I know. I too get very embarrassed and either lock entries to my own private eye, or delete them completely.

Am so glad you got off with some booty.

Tee hee.

[seabird78.livejournal.com]

I know it's my journal. But sometimes I feel like I have no business foisting my personal neuroses onto unsuspecting readers, even though I know that I'm not being fully honest if I limit my posts to topics meant to reflect me as being all smiles and sunshine.

I feel like there's already enough negativity in the world without me adding to it, you know? But I suppose I always have the option to spit and sputter as much as I need to, and then lock or delete entries as you do. I'm easily embarrassed and way more self-conscious than I need to be.

Except when it comes to getting off with some booty. That's something I feel compelled to shout from the rooftops, even when it's only metaphoric. :)

[lockyourdoorss.livejournal.com]

we can't feel bad about bitching in our journals lol. i complain all the time and then feel so bad about it, but when it comes down to it, even though other people read this, it's still our journal. people just choose to follow it.

& this, "I managed to get through at least one day of this hectic weekend striking a balance between being out and about and chilling by myself and replenishing my creative stores" is something that I need to learn how to do. I usually end up writing story ideas on napkins when I'm out with friends lol

[seabird78.livejournal.com]

You're so right. Thanks for the reassurance.

BTW, writing story ideas on napkins is something I have to resort to at times as well. :)