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A Fun Little Tirade written @ 2:26 PM on June 13, 2003 Over-the-Rhine truly is a horrifying place. I mean, it's beautiful architecturally and historically, but when you've been born and raised in suburbia your entire life-- and you happen to be a single white chick alone on the corner waiting for the "Walk" signal-- you tend to get a few sidelong glances. I put on my "New York face," which I picked up from my many visits to that lovely city, and strangers left well enough alone. So I was okay going downtown yesterday on my own; it takes some getting used to when you're a hippie chick more interested in the birds at the bird feeder outside your kitchen window than, say, if there's a riot going on. Which their wasn't. And in Cincinnati, that's a good thing. Kaldi's is a very nice coffeehouse located in Over-the-Rhine. If I did not dislike city driving so immensely I would go down there after work nearly everyday (so perhaps it's good for me financially that I hate city driving...). I met Regina and Kristin from the Women's Theater Initiative Project and showed them my set designs for "In Flame," scheduled to open at the Performance Gallery in July. They seemed to like my ideas a lot. I just have to condense my three-setting design into one set. If I'd have known that's what Regina, the director, wanted in the first place, I would have been far ahead of the game. As it was, I thought I hacked and wacked the script up by condensing the six-setting production into three-- but then I guess there's still a lot to be learned when it comes to ecclectic theater spaces. So now I need to come up with some sort of design that combines 1908 Yorkshire with modern London. *sigh* Just when I thought things were complicated enough in this script... Honestly, I have no idea how I'm going to do this. I went to sleep last night with a headache thinking about it (cue for the voice of God: "And you wanted to be a double major, you silly girl!"). But I also have a lot of other things on my mind that is blocking my creativity/focusing my short attention span elsewhere. For one, my genealogy files have exploded with records beyond what my little folders can manage. I have a new binder, and by God, I intend to be organized! (*gasp* Did I just say that?) For another, I am this close *gesturing* to finishing the first novel in my series. I'm all bent out of shape with excitement, and sitting at my laptop is where I plan to be within the next few minutes. For a third, the parental units tend to stifle any creativity when they've been arguing. Seems to be that Dad is in a small financial crisis, which Mother is not happy about. He wasn't able to pay the Visa bill this month (Mom graciously did that for him), and he cancelled one of the phone lines in the house. A small case of wanting to save some pennies, or a subtle, clever way of cutting some corners and saving a few bucks to spend on another drink at the bar? You decide. In addition to the aforementioned, he has rejected the present we gave him for his birthday ("You shouldn't have. I don't need it."), which demonstrates that in addition to being depressed, moody, irrational, unhappy, harboring a small drinking problem, financially unsatisfied, *insert your own adjective here*, he is also completely rude and no longer knows how to accept a gift graciously. (Or was it a case of him being humble? Hmmm... Nah! Dad doesn't do humble too well.) Look out, Father's Day. It seems that holiday is about to be skipped over at this end of West Chester. Yesterday, Mom asked me, "Do I have a reason to be pissed, or am I just being a bitch?" "No," I said, "I'd say that's something to be pissed about. But..." "But what?" "But... I don't know. What can you do?" "Well, what would you do?" I smirked at her. "If there was something I thought I could do, don't you think I would have done it by now?" She gave a cold laugh. "I see." I mean, think about it! Having a simple chat doesn't work, talking about problems rationally doesn't work, screaming and yelling at him doesn't work either. So what's left? I still wish I had Grandma's solid rolling pin to hit him over the head if the ghost of her won't. Mom refuses to tell me where she put it, though. *evil laugh* *sigh* Look at that. Another tirade about troubles at home. It gets tiring, even for me. Still, though, after writing it down in my diary I always feel better later and more focused. My problems never really bother me unless I take the time to stop and think about it, and in my real life beyond my diary I don't really think too much about my parents' problems. You really can't; if you do, it begins to make you sick. I realized something the other day, though. On July 16th, they will have been married for twenty years. A damned crying shame what their marriage has come down to, isn't it? In my book, they've only been married 16 years. *** I've noticed that I've become more physically active, mostly due to my job, other factors, and-- would you believe it-- the posse's recent bellydancing kick. I told Brian I was bellydancing yesterday at lunch. He looked at me like I had three heads, and then he cracked up. "What's so funny?" I demanded. "Nothing. It's just that now I have something to make fun of you for." Now that statement absolutely boggles and perplexes! Jessica, Kat, and Christine come up with something new everyday to make fun of me for, and just now, after almost a year of knowing him, Brian finally discovers some ammunition?! I thought I was rife with opportunity. My dearest friend Brian must be thicker than I thought.
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