pyrrVizeiiyn

i recently broke my elbow… so i am about a month behind on doing things i had planned to do and FINISH!!! and its really hampering me being able to settle into my new house… like putting my bed together. as the pieces i am working on are key to my bed. its about my bed.

theme: monster(s) who lives under my bed… it is also kinda dedicated to my cat who i call Monster, and that is his favorite place to lay in ambush for unsuspecting ankles that dangle over the edge of the bed… he LOVES to terrorize especially at night when you get up to go to the bathroom. it is a heart pounding rush, i think everyone should experience.

not for me to do right now.

i am in a good place.

my roommate has been with me through thick and thin, craziness and somewhat sane moments. we may fight, but what is great is that our friendship can withstand each others problems, hysterics, paranoia, emotional melt downs, and you know still sit down, have a bagel and tell each other the weird dream we had last night.

i might have lost my studio, to accomadate another roommate moving in, so we could make the rent burden a little less… burdensome. but we both promise each other its only temporary. we just have to get through this lease, and then a house… we’re discussing and searching for other roommates that we wont kill and bury in the basement.

i still want my own place. right now i just think i have more important things to be focusing on.

it was glorious! you should have been there to see, what i almost did.

this was a couple weeks ago. i was playing pool with my roommate at our favorite watering hole. we played about three games, and drank a couple beers. just an all around nice night.

um… i think i was stripes. anyway for me, it might as well have been an impossible shot. i didnt have an angle shot or strait away, which is about all i can do… and then i still half the time dont get it in. well, i looked at the table. i was going to have to hit another stripe into a stripe so it would bounce on a rail, hit another rail and go into the corner pocket at the other end of the table. the cue ball (?) was about middle pocket range on the table. there were probably about 3 or 4 other balls scattered around the balls i was aiming for, maybe there was 1 or 2 at the other end. so i just kept looking at the table. my roommate telling me to just shoot. and i was all like give me a sec. let me try an experiment…. i tell her what i am going to attempt to do. she just rolls her eyes.

it was an impossible shot as far as both of us were concerned. feasible, just not within our skill set.

i took the shot anyway. it was beautiful man… i missed. but i mean i was hell on close to getting it where i wanted it to go. did everything i described to her. i was maybe an inch off from being a direct down the hole shot, bounced off a little wee bit on the side of the corner pocket… the corner if you will of the pocket.

we, went, crazy, anyway.

awesome…

and of course the last game, neither one of us could get the damn eight ball in to any pocket for like 20 rounds. you know, the magic comes and goes.