Collecting Complaints

I should be working on a paper right now. One thousand words on three to ten lines of Canterbury Tales. I've got about eight hundred, so I'm doing alright, but I'm bored with it. And I don't really have a thesis or my three to ten lines picked out, so at the moment it's just a critical analysis of the Pardoner's Tale.

I'm working on writing a play. It's simply called Bitch, but that's really because I don't know what it's about yet. It started when I had the idea that it would be sweet to do a show that had a really minimal set consisting of a rotating stage with a card table and four chairs on it. There are four characters who talk while playing cards. I've been stealing and altering words from bands and my friends, as well as writing my own stuff. It's only five pages at the moment and it's really disjointed. I don't really know how to write a play. I'm making up my own rules, which I suppose is a good thing, but I wish I had some idea of what I'm writing about.

I was home over the weekend for my grandmother's funeral. It was a strange experience. I'd never been to a funeral, so in that sense it was odd, but it was also hard seeing and talking to my dad for the first time in four and a half years. In that time, he got married and I graduated from high school and moved on to college. We have a lot of catching up to do.

While I was home, my mind slipped into "break" mode because spring break is coming up in less than a week. It was dangerous. That's why I have this paper looming over my head. I also have a number of other midterm assignments due in the next few days. I would really like to be done with the next week so I can relax.

I ended up hanging out with my good friend Adam, as well as a few others while I was home. We talked and shared a pot of chamomile tea. It was a relaxing evening spent with good friends. It was something that I don't get here at school. Maybe I don't let people in as much as I let my friends in high school in, but I don't feel like I know anyone, or that anyone knows me, as much as I know my good friends from home. At school I feel like I'm constantly treading softly and making sure to not offend anyone, where as at home, I don't have to. I know the limits, and so does everyone else.

During the course of that night, Adam turned me on to a band called Defiance, Ohio. All of their music is available for download from their website. They remind me of a mix between Murder by Death and Against Me! which is a very good thing in my book. I especially like their latest release The Fear, The Fear, The Fear. There's some really beautiful stuff happening in their music, between the lyrics, the strings, the minimalism, the recording quality and the work ethic they have. I appreciate it a lot, and recommend it very highly.

That's enough for now. I'll have a more substantial and less vain post soon, hopefully. Until then, be well.