Idiot Parade

I’d like to note that I have lived in the same place my whole life. Not the same town. Not even the same house. But the same room. The room next to my parents, next to the computer room that was once my sister’s bedroom, long before I was born. The room that held my crib and my changing tabe now houses my grown-up bed and hundered or so books. And because I was raised as a only child, the only person who slept in or kept her stuff in that room was moi.

I say this because I want you, people of the Internet, to fully grasp how big a deal my moving out is going to be.

I’m essentially living with Jason. I go home on weekends to work, but given current circumstances, I’m not sure if that will be cost effective much longer. I’m waiting to hear about a job out here in the Boonies…we shall see.

The idea of sharing a living space with someone, as wonderful as it’s been so far, is completely baffling. He asked me to move in, but I still feel this weird sense of guilt putting half of my closest next to his, and keeping my jewelry box next to our toothbrushes. Having an ‘our’ room, ‘our’ bathroom, ‘our’ space….I know it’s ‘ours’, but I keep feeling like I’m in the way.

We’re happy, everythings brilliant….I guess there’s just a period of adjustment. Anyone else have similiar experiences?

The more amount of time I spend in a college classroom, the more I feel my creativity being stifled. Granted, I’m not in the writing program, where I might be allowed more artistic liberties, but I feel as though my current school, as well as my junior college, don’t offer nearly enough artisitc outlets.

I bring this up because I want to recognize (read: pimp) an organization that’s formed in Santa Clarita over the last couple years.

A friend of mine from high school runs, along with other artists, a group called Proxart that gives musicans and spoken world or visual artists a place to play their songs/display their work. Orginal paintings, sculputres, very talents songwriters and poets, using their peers to create an environement where art can be simply appreciated, not graded–a huge relief, as a good number of participants are high school and college students.

In light of current media, where a joke has to be about sex or involve profanity in order to be appreciated and art exhibits only make the front page if they’re condemned by the Pope, I think it’s brilliant that people my age, stuck in the middle of nowhere, in a somewhat white-collar and increasingly conservative and PC city, have come together to appreciate their own artistic abilites. It’s innovative, entertaining, and often surprising–I had no idea how many talented people there were in my neck of the woods unil I made it out for a Proxart show.

Anyway. I’m placing their banner on this homepage, and there is a link in the above paragrapghs to the Proxart blog. Meetings are once a month, dates and places TBD. If you can stop by one night, I promise, you’ll be glad you did.