Back to basics

This evening I was reading through some of my older entries in this blog. I actually went all the way back to the very first one and read them all up to the present day. It was very interesting to see what was going through my head then as opposed to what is going through my head now and where I am in life. A few things I noticed was how my personality changed over time. I seemed to get gradually happier as time went on. The second thing I noticed was the way I spoke (typed) changed drastically. I stopped cursing as much in my writing and stopped trying to make inspiration border on plagiarism. A short explanation on that point is that the inspiration for this blog began when I started reading a book by Kevin Smith called, "My Boring Ass Life." I found myself almost mimicking things from that book in my never ending drive to pass myself off as a writer. I saw that I was coming way too close to taking things off those pages and applying them to my own writing.
It is fascinating to me to see how I evolved and changed over the past year, and call me what you will, but I have been reflecting on 2008 since January 1st of 2009. I think this is what it feels like to grow up. This must be. Miss and I were video chatting tonight and she looked at me and said, "We're growing up." She was right.
As per usual, I have gotten off on a tangent from the outset. The entire plan was to reference the title of this entry and briefly explain it. I will do that now. Back to basics means that this entry will be what the journal started out as. Just that, a journal. I will try to continue in that format but rest assured there will be actual pieces of solid stand-up-and-slap-your-mama literature for your reading enjoyment as well. (Props Nick)

2.05.09

Wake up at 9:20a.m. to my phone telling me I have a new text message. I immediately know who it is from and what it says and the smile has crawled across my sleepy face before I even pick up the phone. The message reads, "GOOD MORNING!" and it is from Miss. I text back with the best reply I can muster fresh out of my unconscious sleep. "good morning." We text and talk back and forth until I finally escape from my covers and put on some clothes. I head upstairs in search of coffee (some things never change) and there is already the fresh aroma meeting me at the top of the stairs. I pour a cup and head outside to sit in the warm su- the overcast sky looming above me. I make the best of it as there is actually a little light starting to poke through the clouds. I finish my coffee and go into my room to check email and online essentials. Miss calls and while I'm on the phone with her, my friend Sara pops up on IM so I, being a master at multitasking, chat up both ladies on two different forms of media at the same tim. Isn't technology the best?
Time for work and I'm off to the theatre. The performance today is a 2:00p.m. matinee and it turns out to be our largest house for this show time ever. The crowd was great and the show ran smooth as a babies but- wait, I forgot to mention the reason we do a show at 2:00 on a Thursday each show is for the older folks who don't want to drive in the dark. It's really a cool jesture on our part I think. Me, Stefan, Chuck, and George (hereafter refered to as "the boys") reset for tomorrow and I climb around on a ladder changing the bulbs in the 3 house lights that have burned out. I talk to Erik who is directing the next show and is there to audition kids for the kid's parts. We chat about the upcoming show and it's set constraints and then I head home for dinner and talking to my Miss about her day. We chat for awhile off and on and finally end up on video chat to say goodnight as per usual. It's become one of my favorite things and my day is not complete without seeing her face. After talking a bit and saying goodnigt, I start thumbing through old blog posts and noticing the changes I have made over the past year.
It's good to see where you've been so that you know where you're going.