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Apr. 13th, 2002 04:30 amOofta. It's 4:30 in the morning, and everyone's asleep but me. There are little puddles of sleeping friends scattered haphazardly everywhere around Paul's house, but alas, none for me, as I've got plans to hang out with my dad and seester tomorrow, as he's coming down for her birthday (which is on Sunday). This being the case, I've got to roust myself off to BART in ze morning, and if I crash out I'll probably sleep too late. So, killing time (Random Skinny Puppy tangent, just cuz... Making time in a low rent high rise. No place to go, downtown) for a couple of hours. I'll probably end up taking a brief nap, because otherwise no sleep (till Brooklyn!!) for me until ummm, I don't know, Monday sometime? I'd be really curious to know how my head has managed to go from Skinny Puppy, through Beastie Boys, and now into the depths of the Oompa Loompa song in just a few short sentences. (Oompa loompa doompety doo, I've got a perfect puzzle for you. Oompa loompa doompety dee, if you are wise you'll listen to me). And I know what you're all probably thinking but no, I can't even blame it on booze or drugs, because I'm straight edge-tastic tonight. The oompa loompa's would be proud of me. I bet they frown on inebriation almost as much as gum chewing, tv viewing or chocolate eating. I think I will compose a verse to add to the oompa loompa song about that... What do you get from too many shots? Waking up in someone elses socks!. Ok, I think I'll call that little experiment off right now. It can only end in terror, but by all means if you're so inclined, complete the verse on your own. Anyway, onward and upwards, or in my current rather rambling style, onward and veering suddenly to the left.
So tonight was Starr's 21st birthday. I think she had a good time, which is pretty much the point, so I'd say the day was a success. Had dinner with a bucketful of people at Fresh Choice, then debauchery at Paul's house until the wee hours of the morning. She got a giant stuffed Gir. Score! The general consensus is that its huge googly eyes are reminiscent of breasts, but some might argue that that makes it even better. Party was lots of fun, lots of cuddling and dancing about with friends, and Eric(pants) freaked me wild, DAYUM! Also, got another bracelet from Starr (YAY hobbit birthday gifts). This one is mainly blue beads like the bunny bracelet, but instead of a bunny, it's got beads that spell out JOSHIE. I wonder how long I'll remain a joshie. It's a very larval name. Will I still be a joshie when I'm 40? I suppose it's possible, but maybe I'll have pupated into a Josh or heavens forbid finally reached the imago name form of Joshua. There, a little entomology mixed in with your babbling. Aren't you lucky? Ok, random poll, do you know any stoic, uber mature adults named Josh? It seems to be one of those names that's all kinds of common in elementary school, but I don't know any grown ups (and yeah, technically I'm a grown up, but I don't feel it most days) named Josh. I certainly don't know anyone who has children of their own named Josh. Maybe some weird Logan's Run secret society picks them all off in their late 20's. Hrm...
I also picked up some glowy jelly bracelets throughout the night. Stylistically I feel a little like one of those flip book monsters, where you can mix and match various beasts to create your very own (Oooh, lets give him arms like a candy raver, and clothes like a lazy rivet kid, and we'll make him wear tennis shoes all the time just to confuse things!) I seem to follow some sort of sinusoidal pattern with accesories. I'll get a whole bunch of them, and then one day I'll just take them all off and not wear anything at all for a year. Hrm. I think it's probably my latent hippy-kid urge to wear as little as possible reasserting itself. Apparently it was almost impossible to keep me in clothes until I had to start going to school. I suddenly want to look at baby pictures. Maybe I will when I house sit for my mom. I was a cute kid.
I've had Tom Jones stuck in my head for the last two paragraphs, and I can't contain it anymore. Watch out folks. (No don't get me wrong, ain't gonna do you no harm (no) this bomb's for lovin' and you can shoot it far. I'm your main target come and help me ignite (ow) love struck holdin' you tight (hold me tight darlin') Make me explode although you know the route to go to sex me slow (slow baby), and yes I must react to claims of those who say that you are not all that (hunh hunh hunh) Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're a sex bomb. You can give it to me when I need to come along. Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb. And baby you can turn me on (Turn me on darling)). Whew. I feel much better. My head's all over the place tonight. Usually the song lyrics I pick actually mean something, or they're what I've been listening to recently, but tonight I'm apparently in shuffle mode.
Had a weird moment of uncomfortable deja vu at dinner. I don't know how deja vu works for other people, but while I'm having it I'm always very aware that I've dreamed about the event I'm currently experiencing at some point in the past, and because dreams tend to have all sorts of emotional shading, I tend to fall into that emotional state. It's disgruntling. Extra so tonight because this was clearly a dream I had while I was still with Hep, because I was just sitting at Fresh Choice talking to Eric when suddenly I got the deja vu feeling and all of the sudden I found myself wondering where Hep had wandered off to, as she wasn't sitting next to me. So I said "ARGH, creepy deja vu!" and Eric started babbling nonsense at me and that broke me out of it and my head reasserted "Oh yeah, you guys broke up like 3 months ago". I don't find it reassuring that there are little time bubbles from the past percolating around in my head. I usually find deja vu and the like pretty neat, because it makes the universe more interesting and to my relatively jaded sensibilities anything that does that is a-ok, but yeah sometimes it's just no good. Ok, enough of that.
I seem to be working backwards in today's journal entry, so let's see, what did I do before dinner at Fresh Choice. Not really all that much, tried to clean some of HO13D, as parental visit tomorrow is going to prevent me from doing as much as I want to then. Didn't accomplish as much as I wanted because I hardly have anything there, so I don't know where everything goes. I hope hope hope we get it all cleaned up before the party. I also hope the contractors give the sink back. Bad, bad contractors.
Ok, I've killed almost an hour intermittently writing this and staring vapidly off into space. I think I might go attempt to catch some half-sleep on Paul's couch before today becomes tomorrow. Guh, just looked back over what I've written and noticed that I say Hrm a lot also, and now I've got C&C Music Factory's "Things that make you go hmmmmm" stuck in my head. I refuse to write out the lyrics though, so instead I leave you with more Skinny Puppy.
wasted views / thats all they see blue / hot blood guilt optic nerve / with the right attitude you will succed blue / self abusive recluse / too late for me / make shifting peace / settling crazy things / keep your eyes open / soft spoken changes nothing / a view so cruel, a view, AH!
So tonight was Starr's 21st birthday. I think she had a good time, which is pretty much the point, so I'd say the day was a success. Had dinner with a bucketful of people at Fresh Choice, then debauchery at Paul's house until the wee hours of the morning. She got a giant stuffed Gir. Score! The general consensus is that its huge googly eyes are reminiscent of breasts, but some might argue that that makes it even better. Party was lots of fun, lots of cuddling and dancing about with friends, and Eric(pants) freaked me wild, DAYUM! Also, got another bracelet from Starr (YAY hobbit birthday gifts). This one is mainly blue beads like the bunny bracelet, but instead of a bunny, it's got beads that spell out JOSHIE. I wonder how long I'll remain a joshie. It's a very larval name. Will I still be a joshie when I'm 40? I suppose it's possible, but maybe I'll have pupated into a Josh or heavens forbid finally reached the imago name form of Joshua. There, a little entomology mixed in with your babbling. Aren't you lucky? Ok, random poll, do you know any stoic, uber mature adults named Josh? It seems to be one of those names that's all kinds of common in elementary school, but I don't know any grown ups (and yeah, technically I'm a grown up, but I don't feel it most days) named Josh. I certainly don't know anyone who has children of their own named Josh. Maybe some weird Logan's Run secret society picks them all off in their late 20's. Hrm...
I also picked up some glowy jelly bracelets throughout the night. Stylistically I feel a little like one of those flip book monsters, where you can mix and match various beasts to create your very own (Oooh, lets give him arms like a candy raver, and clothes like a lazy rivet kid, and we'll make him wear tennis shoes all the time just to confuse things!) I seem to follow some sort of sinusoidal pattern with accesories. I'll get a whole bunch of them, and then one day I'll just take them all off and not wear anything at all for a year. Hrm. I think it's probably my latent hippy-kid urge to wear as little as possible reasserting itself. Apparently it was almost impossible to keep me in clothes until I had to start going to school. I suddenly want to look at baby pictures. Maybe I will when I house sit for my mom. I was a cute kid.
I've had Tom Jones stuck in my head for the last two paragraphs, and I can't contain it anymore. Watch out folks. (No don't get me wrong, ain't gonna do you no harm (no) this bomb's for lovin' and you can shoot it far. I'm your main target come and help me ignite (ow) love struck holdin' you tight (hold me tight darlin') Make me explode although you know the route to go to sex me slow (slow baby), and yes I must react to claims of those who say that you are not all that (hunh hunh hunh) Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're a sex bomb. You can give it to me when I need to come along. Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb. And baby you can turn me on (Turn me on darling)). Whew. I feel much better. My head's all over the place tonight. Usually the song lyrics I pick actually mean something, or they're what I've been listening to recently, but tonight I'm apparently in shuffle mode.
Had a weird moment of uncomfortable deja vu at dinner. I don't know how deja vu works for other people, but while I'm having it I'm always very aware that I've dreamed about the event I'm currently experiencing at some point in the past, and because dreams tend to have all sorts of emotional shading, I tend to fall into that emotional state. It's disgruntling. Extra so tonight because this was clearly a dream I had while I was still with Hep, because I was just sitting at Fresh Choice talking to Eric when suddenly I got the deja vu feeling and all of the sudden I found myself wondering where Hep had wandered off to, as she wasn't sitting next to me. So I said "ARGH, creepy deja vu!" and Eric started babbling nonsense at me and that broke me out of it and my head reasserted "Oh yeah, you guys broke up like 3 months ago". I don't find it reassuring that there are little time bubbles from the past percolating around in my head. I usually find deja vu and the like pretty neat, because it makes the universe more interesting and to my relatively jaded sensibilities anything that does that is a-ok, but yeah sometimes it's just no good. Ok, enough of that.
I seem to be working backwards in today's journal entry, so let's see, what did I do before dinner at Fresh Choice. Not really all that much, tried to clean some of HO13D, as parental visit tomorrow is going to prevent me from doing as much as I want to then. Didn't accomplish as much as I wanted because I hardly have anything there, so I don't know where everything goes. I hope hope hope we get it all cleaned up before the party. I also hope the contractors give the sink back. Bad, bad contractors.
Ok, I've killed almost an hour intermittently writing this and staring vapidly off into space. I think I might go attempt to catch some half-sleep on Paul's couch before today becomes tomorrow. Guh, just looked back over what I've written and noticed that I say Hrm a lot also, and now I've got C&C Music Factory's "Things that make you go hmmmmm" stuck in my head. I refuse to write out the lyrics though, so instead I leave you with more Skinny Puppy.
wasted views / thats all they see blue / hot blood guilt optic nerve / with the right attitude you will succed blue / self abusive recluse / too late for me / make shifting peace / settling crazy things / keep your eyes open / soft spoken changes nothing / a view so cruel, a view, AH!
