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Mar. 28th, 2002 02:42 amDid it bring me to this darkened place to contemplate my perfect future? I will not stand nor utter words against this tide of hate. Losing sight of what and who I was again. I'm so sorry if these seething words I say impress on you that I've become anathema of my soul
So, this is probably due to be another trivial entry unfortunately. Sort of stuck inside my head, but it's not anything I'm able/willing to spew about in this forum. So I've just been wandering around in a sort of daze. I feel very illusory, translucent, and ephemeral. Like if I get caught in a beam of sunlight, the force of the photons might be enough to dissolve me and scatter me on the wind. It's not an entirely unpleasant thought, but it's worrisome that I feel that easily pierced. Anyway, enough of the woe is me act. On with the minutes of the day.
Slept. I think. I don't know, it gets hard to tell sometime. I know that I woke up at some ungodly hour, and talked on irc for a while. Took a bath and touched up my shaving job. I wish I could convince my physiology that body hair is fairly outmoded at this point in human evolution. Got better ways to shelter from the elements now. Thank you, drive through. Came back out to the couch and at some point passed out again. I think I watched Babylon 5 somewhere in there. Post-coma, I discovered that Eric (the artist formerly known as My Eric) had somehow magically appeared and so we talked about assorted dorkery while he waited for the weekly role-playing to start. I, on the other hand got picked up by Simon, Yen, and Temple to go out for Yen's birthday. Went out for Eritrean food. I nibbled on a piece of bread as my contribution to the dining experience. YAY being ludicrously picky about food. I get really tired of being the limiting reagent for restaurant choices though so instead of griping, I tend to end up going along with whatever. Besides, my appetite has been all wonky anyway.
Post-dinner everyone went back to Yen's house to get ready for club, and then promptly decided not to go to the club, to pretty much everyone's relief. We're all feeling down for various reasons, and pooling our collective melancholy seemed like a better idea then going off to club and putting on happy faces. Ventured off to get ice cream and movies. Discovered that Ben and Jerry's have many exciting new flavors. And there was much rejoicing. Ended up renting Metropolitan, becuase I completely adore Whit Stillman, and Temple and Yen hadn't seen it before. Found out that Donnie Darko is out also. This fills me with glee. Donnie Darko was probably my favorite movie from last year, though Waking Life ranks right up there also. Went back to the house and watched Metropolitan and ate ice cream. Now I feel the overwhelming urge to have charmingly urbane conversations. This always happens to me after watching Stillman. Oh well, it'll pass. Speaking of passing, I'm about to pass out on the good ole couch of 13 doors.
Maybe I'll have a more exciting entry tomorrow, but for some reason I'm reminded of the Princess Bride. Interminable "Good job Wesley, I'll most likely kill you in the morning"s. That probably doesn't make any sense, but at this point I'm too tired to care. Zzzzzzzz.
Gracefully, respectfully, I ask you "Please don't worry" not for me... Don't turn your back, don't walk away
So, this is probably due to be another trivial entry unfortunately. Sort of stuck inside my head, but it's not anything I'm able/willing to spew about in this forum. So I've just been wandering around in a sort of daze. I feel very illusory, translucent, and ephemeral. Like if I get caught in a beam of sunlight, the force of the photons might be enough to dissolve me and scatter me on the wind. It's not an entirely unpleasant thought, but it's worrisome that I feel that easily pierced. Anyway, enough of the woe is me act. On with the minutes of the day.
Slept. I think. I don't know, it gets hard to tell sometime. I know that I woke up at some ungodly hour, and talked on irc for a while. Took a bath and touched up my shaving job. I wish I could convince my physiology that body hair is fairly outmoded at this point in human evolution. Got better ways to shelter from the elements now. Thank you, drive through. Came back out to the couch and at some point passed out again. I think I watched Babylon 5 somewhere in there. Post-coma, I discovered that Eric (the artist formerly known as My Eric) had somehow magically appeared and so we talked about assorted dorkery while he waited for the weekly role-playing to start. I, on the other hand got picked up by Simon, Yen, and Temple to go out for Yen's birthday. Went out for Eritrean food. I nibbled on a piece of bread as my contribution to the dining experience. YAY being ludicrously picky about food. I get really tired of being the limiting reagent for restaurant choices though so instead of griping, I tend to end up going along with whatever. Besides, my appetite has been all wonky anyway.
Post-dinner everyone went back to Yen's house to get ready for club, and then promptly decided not to go to the club, to pretty much everyone's relief. We're all feeling down for various reasons, and pooling our collective melancholy seemed like a better idea then going off to club and putting on happy faces. Ventured off to get ice cream and movies. Discovered that Ben and Jerry's have many exciting new flavors. And there was much rejoicing. Ended up renting Metropolitan, becuase I completely adore Whit Stillman, and Temple and Yen hadn't seen it before. Found out that Donnie Darko is out also. This fills me with glee. Donnie Darko was probably my favorite movie from last year, though Waking Life ranks right up there also. Went back to the house and watched Metropolitan and ate ice cream. Now I feel the overwhelming urge to have charmingly urbane conversations. This always happens to me after watching Stillman. Oh well, it'll pass. Speaking of passing, I'm about to pass out on the good ole couch of 13 doors.
Maybe I'll have a more exciting entry tomorrow, but for some reason I'm reminded of the Princess Bride. Interminable "Good job Wesley, I'll most likely kill you in the morning"s. That probably doesn't make any sense, but at this point I'm too tired to care. Zzzzzzzz.
Gracefully, respectfully, I ask you "Please don't worry" not for me... Don't turn your back, don't walk away
