Last night I went with Noah and Amber to see the famous Goodtar Jones. Goodtar was amazing, as usual. Goodtar is the Jack Johnson of the post-modern folk scene (or is he? he sure does sound like him in that one song). Donning mortor board and 4 guitars, Goodtar sang about everything in my life, and his too. I rode back with Noah and Amber but we didn't get back until 5:00 A.M. It was my job to keep Noah awake enough for driving home, and I can't remember the last time I had such tired discussions. They ranged from video game stories, to 90s emo music, to fast food. One great thing about Noah and Amber is that I feel like I can fully be myself around them. I wish that I were capable of being fully myself in most social situations. It feels so good.
I've been writing short stories that are roughly based on a combination of reality and weird dreams that I've had. I promise they're written better than this blog. I tend to go on "creativity kicks" where I'll get an urge to create, create, create...and then it fizzles. And then I'm back to my normal smiley self that focuses her energy on breakfast and a full night's sleep. I am not sure what to do with them, really. I want to give them to others to read, but I'm afraid they might figure out that the story is loosely based on something they might have been involved in, or that it is almost entirely a dream I told them about. I have written poems and short stories for years, but have never been confident about them, except for when I was 17, and put all of my energy into slam poetry. Why did I stop?!
Tomorrow is my second attempt at having a cooking class at Our House. I have recruited one volunteer and a friend of mine from UALR has recruited an additional two. This week should be great; because tomorrow is valentine's day, Nic and I are cooking deserts with the kids. Deserts are always a smash hit.