A day in the Life

Neil Gaiman speaking event in Lexington Kentucky

And there was Neil Gaiman the ineffably cool best selling author who I'd been reading since I was a teenager. Someone who's work I really respect and admire. He was going through the stack of books fairly quickly people were just sort of breezing past him and I thought to myself; you have to say something to him. Don't just breeze by say something. And so he came to my books and I opened my mouth a out spilled words like I'd been choking on water. I spoke very quickly I told him I really love all his work and comic books and everything and I'd been reading his stuff for a really long time and I think he's just great. I said it in one massive slur that he probably did not even understand. Then something surprising happened. He stopped what he was doing and looked up at me. His hand stopped moving mid signature and he seemed to be genuinely noticing my existence. I handed him my Melancholy Evil Poptart and I told him; "This is a stupid webcomic I did and at least I can say I gave it to you." He looked at it and said "Now what is this?" He asked me a question and I had to explain. I told him it started as a comic book in middle school me and my friends passed around and now this is about us all grown up and him trying to find meaning in life. I warned him that it was really depressing. He looked at the cover and said "I'll read this... Melancholy Evil Poptart" He seemed to find humor in the title. He shook my hand. He fucking shook my hand and I felt far more acknowledgement than I'd ever expected from going to this event.

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Columbus last Saturday

Mel-Dog was really excited to see this last band unfortunately the lack of food, sleep, walking constantly, lack of water and having not partook in so long caught up with me. I started feeling really dizzy. I was getting super light headed and felt like I was swaying on my feet. I told myself not to. I told myself not to ruin everything by being that girl who passes out. I really didn't want to but I must admit I have passed out several times in my life and I suppose something I'm prone to do. The world began to go black and white and I was numb every where but a flush of heat across head. I was falling backward and I said quickly "I have to sit down." They sat down with me instantly concerned as I was instantly humiliated and mad at myself. It felt like dehydration and I think to myself "Damnit, this is what you get for all those times you deliberately dehydrated yourself to stay trashed longer. This is karma for treating your body like that." I'm not willing to accept that I'm getting too old for fun however I will acknowledge a need to eat better, sleep more and drink more water. So we sit there and we can hear Mel's band and I feel really bad that we can't be standing up listening. We sit in a circle and I drink a Gatorade, and nearly two bottles of water. I drink all that but my head is still swimming and my mouth is still dry. I feel a little nauseous but I'm less dizzy when we decide fight to get up and see the band. Next thing I know I'm following Mel through a thick sea of humans. We are weaving through them like a tight labyrinth maze. We stand to the side because Mel knows some guy in the band. I think he says Hi to us in passing, or maybe he stopped to talk to her.

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Columbus last Friday

I’ve often said that illegal adventures are the best but truth be told I’ve never seen a cop give a shit about J-walking. Wearing a blue flower dress, white sunglasses, carrying a pink Asian parcel as I dashed across the street and walking through the tall littered sprinkled grass along a busy road… I must have been an unusual sight. However not all that unusual for this is Columbus.

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My very last Tuesday in Dayton Ohio

Hanging in a room each of us doing our own thing. Smoke like mist hovering in the air as music from a cell phone combines with the natural lighting to create an atmosphere of lazy late summer day complete freedom breath of fresh air. As I sit here I think to myself It's amazing how many places one can be all at once. In this room, in a chair, lost in thought. Running through my mind, Dancing in their memories. A name on the tip of your tongue, a catch in the throat. I'm thinking I'll use that in a short story at some point. Copyright 7/6/2013 once this post is posted.

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Places people birthdays and beer

The outside is a swell of heat and a pool of human beings. Push and squeezing through the crowd to find our way back to the corn hole. Dancing to Come on Eileen singing the lyrics, I can’t say for sure we distracted the boy’s game but I hope so. Swanky drinking half a pitcher of beer straight from the pitcher. Last call music stops. The background bouncy tunes are replaced by a sea of voices that spike and slur into a mixture of conflicting noises. Suddenly the birthday 21 is yelling and I am inside a crowd of people. There are men yelling and I see body’s fly backward. The whole crowd backs up. Cleo and I are drowning in the masses as the birthday 21 is yelling from somewhere within the thick of the throng. Another girl yells and guys yell. People keep telling people to drop it and leave.

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New style trial with cats

What: Thanks to the cat in my lap I now have to lean awkwardly over my keyboard. It kinda hurts my wrist to type but I could never refuse this boy

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3/29/2013 Work, write, and clothes?

8:00 I started a shift at the IT labs of Sinclair Community College. I feel silly wearing my purple pig tails but I wore a paper clip in my hair all day a few weeks ago so I really don't know why I would be bothered. Self conscious Friday I suppose. A large chuck of the spacy universe that is mind was anxious about the meeting for Dayton City Paper at 6. I had really regretted my outfit to the last one and I wanted to make a better impression at this one. I was also worried about having forgotten shorts to wear under my dress which is also an impression I didn't want to make.

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I slept in quite enjoyably then looked out my window to a world of snow. “It was warm enough to wear a skirt yesterday what the hell Ohio!” I exclaimed to the universe with my fist clenched and raised toward the sky.

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Last Saturday: Gem City Comic Con, Desolate Ohio and some party

Wide eyes and a deep inhale, we breathe in air of Convention. You can smell dusty vintage, plastic of brand new, sweat, perfume, energy drinks and popcorn. The sounds of a thousand voices mingle together to form a static buzz that floats in the air pumping you up with excitement.

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My first time celebrating St. Patricks Day aka last Saturday

We parked further back than the usual lot. Out near the train track it’s an unfamiliar corner of graffiti and trash. (I’d been given two shots back in the kitchen before we even left the house so I had a start before the start.) I took several swigs from my water bottle of death, then we stepped out of the car. It was around 3 or 4 I believe. It was cold and basically everybody was at Dublin Pub. That was where I wanted to go but this had been Rei’s idea and she said no to the D-pub. The sky was overcast into a gloomy dark gray. The wind was a bitter breath down the back of your neck. I should have sensed this foreboding but instead I imagined this was what the weather must be like in Europe this week. The parking lot was full of pot holes and broken bottles. Oh Dayton Ohio my home sweet home. Out on the street it’s cleaner and more familiar. Rei senses a letdown for the night. “Nobody’s out,” she complains. Determined to have some sort of St. Patrick’s Day outing we decided to hang out at Trolley Stop for a few hours until more people appear.

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