Heart Beats All Around

Yesterday I started Anatomy for my EMT class. We were studying the heart and lungs. I hate that my classmates find it mundane because the connection of the circulatory and respiratory systems is probably one of my favorite thing about the human body. I find the alveoli fascinating. I mean, I do have an alveoli tattoo after all. I just think it's so beautiful how well the heart and lungs work together, complimenting each other in a perfect symbiosis. I guess it's just me.

Last night reminded me of a dream I had a while back. I dreamt that there was a guy and his heart and all of his main veins and arteries were outside of his body, but they were on the wrong side (well, technically they were on the right). The heart and such were attached to his body with medical tape and when you touched them he bled, but it wasn't hurting him. He wasn't dying, there was no arterial spray...he just oozed blood anytime he was touched. I kept feeling like I was hurting him the entire time. I was afraid to touch him, but he just kept saying that he was okay.

Idiotic Things I wrote to You:

"This book reminds me of you. I think because I find it to be profound and when I'm around you I keep having these small, but seemingly profound moments. I haven't felt that way in a while. It's nice. It makes me want to write and I havenm't written in a while. You are a breath takingly beautiful person. I don't mean just aesthetically... I mean, when I think about you I find myself holding my breath...in a good way." It seems I've found myself a muse. She makes me wish that I still had my polaroid camera and they still produced polaroid film that was reasonably priced and not outrageously hard to find except online. I want to take grainy, softly lit, nostalgic looking pictures of her smile and the way the sunlight bounces off her hair in depictions of endless summertime. I want to touch her always. I've got it bad.

Goldfish

So...there's this guy and he's a fish, but really he's a guy. He hears all these voices and they're talking about him. They think he's lonely so they get him a girl. He doesn't like her at first because she's invading his territory and she's sort of obnoxious, but she is really hot. The goldfish/guy ends up seducing the girl. The next morning he tells her she's got to go and then she drops the bomb. SHE'S PREGNANT! What? How can she be pregnant? They only slept together last night? That's crazy, right? He is furious, but his fuming anger is suddenly interrupted by...BIRTH! The girl starts popping out babies and I mean babies galore, hundreds and hundreds of babies. Goldfish/Guy is still in the middle of his angry rant that he goes on a full on rampage and starts eating her babies! the next thing you know, she has dissapeared along with all the babies and there is a stillness and calm to everything. Did any of this even really happen? He can't be sure. The voices are back and they're talking about him again. He is content with his solitude. The voices are convinced that he's lonely.

To be continued...

Currently

READING: "Lust for Life"

SINGING: Back-up vocals in Sweet Lou's Rhythm and Blues Band

MISSING: Andy and Sandy

WRITING: Nothing, but I feel like I should be working on "The Corpse Grinders" Don't tell Troy.

HOSTING: A public access TV show about dogs and cats

WORKING: 3 jobs, 2 paying, 1 volunteer.

FEELING: Exhausted, but productive.

WONDERING: How much more I can get myself into.

HOLY SHIT!

I HAVE 2 OPERA AUDITIONS THIS MONTH!

This is all I want in life.

New Project

GROWN-UP IMAGINATION MACHINE!!!!

That is all.

Oodles of Noodles

Is a new piece that I am writing. It involves a homeless man, and a sidewalk psychologist I think. The man eventually turns into noodles after being able to only afford a cup'o noodles to eat and nothing else. He is starving, but obese therefore, nobody believes that he is legitimately hungry. I can't decide if he turns into wet or dry noodles. If he turns into dry noodles, then he couldn't walk or his body would crumble and wet noodles would just end up in a heap on the ground.

Hmmm...

I'm not sure that this could even be done onstage.

Maybe it has to be a film.