For One Brief Moment

I just read this on Yahoo news about Matt LeBlanc.

When I read the headline, well, not the headline you'll see if you click the link, but the teaser headline that said "Friends Star Reveals Dark Secret", my first thought, for one brief (hopeful) moment was that Matt was coming out of the closet.

No such luck.

Nothing Much To Say

Sorry I haven't been posting a lot lately, but the truth is, at the moment, I just don't have much to say.

I would like to talk about someone I've got a crush on. Someone WAY out of my league, but even though I know he doesn't read this blog, I'm afraid to mention his name. Not for what he'll think, because he's a very kind hearted, considerate person, but because of what everyone I know would say. And while it's true I don't really give a flying f*ck what they think, I just don't have the time, strength, or inclination to deal with their "all in good fun" joking.

I could talk about the weather, but who really wants to know, or even cares about, how hot it is in Stockton, California today?

I just don't know what to talk about right now. Nothing stands out in my mind, be it hindsight, foresight, or present sight.

I know what I'd like to talk about. I'd like to talk about some drunk, bitter individuals who think they're my friends. If they were my friends they would know the answers to the following four questions, because if they were my friends, they would have been listening when I was talking and heard me mention the answer to all four questions at least twice. What are the questions?

They are;

1. What was my grandmothers real first name?
2. What was my grandfathers occupation and skill level?
3. What is my favorite book?
4. Why is it my favorite book?

Tough questions, aren't they? Lets see if any of you can answer them. Feel free to leave the answers in the comments. You don't have to use your real name and risk letting anyone else know you read my blog. You're secret would be safe, and your illusion of being "cool" would remain intact.

Listen and Hear Nothing

The silence is closing in on me again. "I Remember Mama" has finished it's run at the Stockton Civic Theatre, and once again I'm surrounded by silence.

I spent some of my lunch hour today registering at the San Joaquin Delta College. I'd wanted to take a class in choral singing, but they don't have any at night. I left a message with Mr. James Coleman, artistic director at the Stockton Civic Theatre, asking if he thought the voice classes they do have evening courses for would be as useful, but so far, I haven't heard back from him.

The classes seem to have filled up so quickly. I also wanted to look into some swim classes. Swimming is such good exercise, toning muscle and burning fat at the same time, but the evening classes AND the daytime classes have filled completely, as have the waiting lists for those classes.

I need to find something to occupy my time, because I'm going crazy!

What's Wrong With Wesley?

Am I to fat or to thin?

Am I to old or to young?

Am I to ugly or to cute?

Am I to Dumb or to smart?

What is wrong with me?

Why am I constantly rejected by everyone and everything?

Why am I the world's designated victim?

Why am I the one everyone dumps on to make themselves feel better?

Or, do I just have a persecution complex?

Am I addicted to being victimized?

I wish I could figure it out.

A Whiny Cry-Baby?

I know it's been a long time since my last post, and to those of you who read my blog, I'm very sorry.

I had to move from my former appartment when my friend and roommate decided he wanted to have a place of his own again. It was a lot of work moving our stuff from one appartment into two different appartments, let alone the fact we then had to clean the last place to within an inch of it's life in order to get as much of the deposit back as possible. Add to that the fact that it was one of the hottest days in June and you'll get some idea of what a rotten month it was for me.

Also, I've been really busy with acting in the Stockton Civic Theatre's production of "I Remember Mama". It's a great show and I have a collection of small parts in the ensemble.

I've also had a few setbacks lately, but I cannot think about how to talk about them without sounding like a whiny cry-baby. Not that anyone reads my blog or anything, but just my luck, the day I were to reveal what I want to say, it . . .but then, I can't say, can I?

Not this Sunday, but next Sunday (7/25/10) to make up for the lack of recipes, I'll post a collection for a special dinner you can make for someone special in your life.

Oh, before I forget, I've decided to start a count. This will be a very special count to see how long it is before the people I send e-mail to, or IM with, or telephone, or whatever, call me. I'm sick and fucking tired of always being the one to initiate the conversation. I'm sick and fucking tired of people only looking at me with one eye while the other one looks toward the door to see if someone better walks in, or by, or whatever. And I'm sick and fucking tired of always being the nice one. From now on, I'm going to be just as mean and rotten as some other people I know, and no one will deny me again!

I would like to apologize for my language by the way. Not for all the times I used the word "fucking", but for starting a sentence with the word "And". What would my college English professor say?????