Cyclical Normalcy

The title says it all. I've entered cyclical normalcy. Repetition and a strive to pay bills. That is what my life is becoming. I shouldn't be that bitter though, because I'm working to achieve a gay marriage bill in Vermont. The only thing is, there are a few logistical things about being an organizer that can be somewhat arduous. Take the hundreds of phone calls and emails I write. Its challenging, but it is affecting REAL people's lives and my efforts could very help the bill be passed in the Vermont congress next year. Well my efforts and the thousands of Vermonters who are ready to tie the knot and achieve equality.

So I still have not gotten a place in Burlington. I've gotten a lead with Dr. Paul, whose place is on the same street that I work on, but he has not called me yet. Then again, he mentioned by the end of the week. I'm in competition with one of his friends who is unsure of his time commitment. That seems to be the way of things. However, my Dad told me about a place on Cliff St. Its a ten minute walk from downtown. That would suffice. There is no deposit or lease. Just move in and pay $400 a month. I sent the residents an email. Hopefully the get back to me. I'll be going back up to the office on thursday and I'd like to check out the place before I leave.

I got really drunk this past friday, when I went downtown with Drop-kick Chris (my only conservative friend) to Saints 'N Sinners. Its been months since I've been there and I really missed the Guinness on tap. Well I had my share of that deathly dark alcoholic stew, I don't remember what many of my conversations with anybody entailed. I do remember this one cute girl who had a wallet made out of duct-tape. I also remember that Chris drank twisted teas all night and how awkward that was. I mean he's the guy who has a banner on his myspace page that says "real men drink stout." Well I'm glad he did actually, because if he drank anything stronger, I would have been stuck downtown walking aimlessly in a drunken haze.

Work is intense. I'm organizing volunteers for eight 4th of july parade, eight county fairs and the Burlington Pride Parade. Tomorrow will entail hundreds of phone calls and follow-up emails. This friday, however, Weight of the World is playing a benefit show in Charlestown, NH to help raise money to stop the genocide in Darfur, Sudan. Check out www.savedarfur.org and learn about this human rights disaster, because you won't be hearing it on the networks.

Saturday, my parents are supposedly putting on a graduation party for Allyson and I. Apparently nobody is coming. That doesn't surprise me at all. It also doesn't surprise me that all of our family and relatives have made up languid reasons as to why they can't show up. We're the black sheep of our family. I don't know why, other than the fact that we're not overtly religious jesus-freaks and bible thumpers who will vote for McCain because he "seems like a nice man." I should have know, state-sponsored terror and murder is a commonality in the old, but nice man contingent. Silly me.

I'm fucking tired.