a show and some thoughts and some socks, too. dry ones.
in Performance, there are pictures here, Thoughts and Feelings
as confession, crowd, delicates, dry socks, facebook, gift, hand, irrational fear, kind, life, panties, precious gift, show, song, sound man, Taller, thought, time, underwear
I had a show last night. It was dreamy. Many people were packed into the small bar and they were listening. A listening crowd is a precious, precious gift; one that I don’t take lightly.
The sound man snapped at me while sound checking. Confession: whenever someone yells at me, I instantly feel a). five years old again, b). deeply hurt, and also c). kind of mad. But, I simply thanked him for his work and smiled.
Like this, I guess.
One guy came up to me and told me that I look “much taller!”
“Taller than…what?” I asked. “Than on facebook,” he said, “And thinner, too,” he added.
Which doesn’t say much for my pictures on facebook, I guess.
There is not much else I’d rather be doing than singing my songs for people. And every time I get to do this, I am reminded of this fact once again.
I also sometimes get the irrational fear that, now that people are actually noticing, What if I never write another song again?! Sort of like the other day when I was hand washing my delicates (which is an even more embarrassing word than just plain underwear, I think; and don’t even get me started on panties!), and the socks, in particular were taking a very long time to dry (I guess we say delicates because socks aren’t considered underwear, right?). I literally entertained the thought that my socks may just never ever dry. Like, AT ALL.
But guess what? My socks are now dry. Therefore, since that irrational fear did not materialize, I can also trust that I will continue to write songs.
Yes, I will write songs while wearing dry socks and life will be good.
Because, really, does it get any better than that?
me vs. my room.
in Thoughts and Feelings
as adulthood, car, closet, couple weeks, current room, Heck, order, purse, reason, rehearsal, roommates, step ladder, step ladders, tight schedule, time, tonight, underwear
This is a problem.
My room.
Well, my current room, anyway.
See, for the past couple weeks now, I have not slept in once. Not once! ‘Welcome to adulthood, Jessica,’ is what you might be thinking. But, when an adult happens to be an artist–well, there still isn’t often a reason to get up early. Okay, maybe for auditions–I will give you that. Oh, and church. But certainly not when I was touring. Really, getting up early on tour meant having to be at the theater by 1:00 for a 2:00 matinee. Me and my roommates would try to be in bed early the night before–like by 2 or 3 am.
But now I’m having to get up around 7:30 in order to be at rehearsal. And I am on a tight schedule once I get up–like, I need to be in my car at a certain time and I don’t give myself a lot of time to do nothing. Or even something, for that matter. And the morning generally consists of trying to find something, which is generally not scheduled. Today it was my purse. I finally found it buried under a mound of clothes. Yesterday, it was a certain pair of pants–I found them in my closet. Well, the floor of my closet. Tonight it was some underwear. Which is still MIA, actually. Anyway, my problem is that my room gets completely unorganized.
And it’s not entirely my fault, either. The two reasons proving this point, are 1). I have my lifetime’s worth of stuff packed into a tiny, strangely shaped room and 2). The other day, I found a large step ladder smack in the middle of my room. At first, I didn’t really notice it (yes, my room is that unorganized right now. Unorganized enough to miss a huge step ladder parked in it), but well, it’s here–and I didn’t put it there. So please enlighten me, folks: just how the heck is a girl supposed to keep a room neat when people are putting step ladders in it?
Another problem is that every time I decide to clean my room, I end up writing a song instead.
And guys, I am pretty prolific.
So…let’s just say, yeah: my room is, um, pretty messy; it’s simple math, really.
But tonight I made sure to put my purse in plain view. There is other underwear I can use. I have already planned out the pants I want to wear tomorrow. And the stepladder is now an extra couple of shelves for clothes (what else?).
And someday I will be perfect and my room will be neat all the time.
Or maybe not.
naked surfer guy. yikes.
in Funny Stuff
as bathing suit, convertible, drawers, Jase, kind, lyric, ocean, pair, PCH, sort, thought, underwear, way, while
Oh, this was totally weird. And kind of shocking, to say the least. See, Jason and I were driving along the PCH, on our way to pick up the kids, when we noticed a man standing off to the side, wearing a bathing suit. Nothing too weird about that, since the ocean was right there, [...]
a horse shoe and what it could mean.
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Loved Ones, Thoughts and Feelings
as casting companies, dancing, drat, good omen, good omens, ground, horse, horse shoe, horseshoe, hug, mind rest, mountain lions, NOT, phone, poisonous snakes, sign signs, Speaking, underwear, WEARING
I ran by a horseshoe in the woods yesterday. It was on the ground, sitting there, and I might just have easily not seen it. But I did see it and horseshoes are generally thought to be good omens. I don’t know if that will rile people up, me saying that something I saw is [...]
yellow underwear (yes, I just said underwear. scandalous.)
in Funny Stuff, I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings
as brother jason, Canada, easter musical, Esther, extreme tiredness, Haiti, Jason, Joe, Kentucky, pair, pennsylvania, skin, small comforts, tonight, underwear, underwear drawer, world
I have so much homework to do right now. And some of it is spelled T-A-X-E-S. And some of it is spelled D-I-V-O-R-C-E. And some of it is even spelled E-S-T-H-E-R. Um, lest you think that Esther is some chick that I need to do, let me explain. I am referring to the rest of [...]
