Towel Day and other thoughts.

Today is Towel Day. Towel day is a day to celebrate the life and works of Douglas Adams by carrying around a towel with you all day. This way people will be able to say about you "there's one hoopy frood who knows where his towel is at." I also planned to celebrate by rereading The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, but I woke up late and forgot.

My life has gotten weird recently. I've been home for about three weeks now but it isn't. I'm not sure I'm comfortable calling Lubbock home either but that is mentally my base of operations now. I guess I'm just getting older but it seems like my family and I have drifted apart somewhat. That seems like it might happen after two years of living apart. But now when I come back I feel more like a guest. Everybody had their own lives and I'm just watching and adding my skewed commentary. It seems like my mother is constantly trying to find something to do with me because she's not used to having me around.

This brings me to another thought. What do people do? Last year being on vacation seemed like such an awesome thing, I had all the free time in the world. Now I've been back for thee weeks and I need something to do. I will have something to do soon though, as I'm going to summer school. I was talking to my dad about the lack of things to do and he pointed out the last few times I've been home, I've been spending my time with Kels. As that is no longer an option and since Jacie is busy doing her own thing, I've had even less to do, so to speak. Of course I didn't really talk about my initial question. I still don't understand what people do with their time. My dad goes to work comes home, and hangs out until he goes to bed. My mom sits on her computer and reads books, my sister does something I guess, but she's usually out of the house. This may be why I'm choosing a career that could be called less than traditional.

I woke up again at 5 o'clock this morning to write. This is the second time I have woken up from a dream with a script idea on my head. Lat time it was a dinner party with lies and deception, but this one was a much more straight forward revenge story. Well it was relatively straight forward. I sometimes wonder if I have any chance in the world of playwriting if all I ever write is little four page scenes. I'm thinking about doing something along the lines of a 24 hour world deprivation thing to see if I can even write a full length play.  ¶ 5/25/2007 02:22:00 PM