House Arrest
Well, I can't really leave the apartment I'm at in Charleston tonight. I could but then I wouldn't be able to come back in until 12:45 tomorrow or something. The person I'm staying with is a friend of Peach's, who is probably one of the most anal person to live with. This was an observation from just being around her for five minutes in her apartment that she shares with Peach's cooler friend. I can't even go to the kitchen because this friend is very noise sensitive in her sleep; so sensetive she can hear my socks tip-toe across the carpet.
Since I "can't leave" I'm writing lyric bits, scripting, researching neurology, looking into schooling, looking for shows to go to next month, figuring out money, sending e-mail, thinking about grrrls, finishing up the soon to be online project, and more importantly, watching La Blogotheque and YouTube.
I'm also going to learn some basic French while I'm in New York next week. Also, I need to know what the deuce I'm going to do in Orlando, Florida, for two days. I get off the American portion of the tour on Friday, catch the airplane to NYC on Tuesday (the 15th) at 7:10 or something and then I won't see Ryland until the 5th of January
I'm also getting ideas for the summer.
