Bicentenial Hypodermic Update
Okay, so aside from my congradulatory note about the vegetarian sushi I made earlier, I haven't exactly been keeping up with my blogging, which is lame. I promise (I'm talking to you, hypothetical person) that from now on I will blog at least once-ish per every few days. A lot has been happening so it sucks now I have to condense it. Perhaps its better this way. Otherwise I'd waste alot of valuable bandwidth blathering on...right. So I'm quitting my job at the hotel. I actually decided that I was going to do it last semester and finally Saturday is my last day... I feel, as one might expect, a little remorse + much relief + some fear about cash...It is time for a change. I hope to remain friends with the folks from the hotel. Word. So in the absence of work and since I'm taking only 12 hours and not worrying about 2x majoring or anything hard, I'm going to try to undertake some varied projects. I hope to do an honest-to-goodness stop-motion project. This should occupy a good chuck of time if I can get it off the ground. I joined a cooking club at school in hopes of flexing my chef muscles. Mou brought home a weight bench, so I hope to start working out. I'll start running again. Its all mostly self-improvement crap: read more, paint more, write more, get up off my lazy ass more, socialize more. I've been working since I've started school. Every moment I've been either at school or work and now I think that is part of why I hate my college experience thus far. Work has been my excuse for not going out, not having fun, not making friends. No more. I quit. My new job is having a good time all else be damned (until I run out of money)...p.o.
Wednesday, February 5, 2003
Thursday, January 16, 2003
i'm a sucker for chicks with broken necks
The date/time stamp on this entry is not correct. It is Sun/1/19/03. I'm trying to seize up enough concentration to write an entry. I just (and I mean just) got back from SanAntonio. We went there with a clear mission of debauchery on the riverwalk. I have to say the rw did not exactly live up to my expectations. A lot of the bars were closed by the time we managed to get there at 10pm and that is very lame for a saturday (and a long weekend no less). It was quite a tribulation getting some 16 people in our party all organized and on the road, getting the hotel room, and what not. I was not in charge of this mind you, just another idle member of the outfit. Blah blah blah. I did not reach the level of intoxication that I had hoped for (ie falling down drunk) and after an "incident" at the local Denny's decided to come back "early" with Mou whom I came up with. Blah. Let me cut to the chase. There is little hope for a chase. I'm looking for stimulation. Last night was another debauch, a better one, if I have to compare. A couple of parties that ended up in a local strip club (my first time in a strip club). I don't smoke really but I over the past couple of days I have been smoking like a chimney. I feel low for it. Anyway, I was smoking a cloud at the strip club out of nervousness. I have weird arguments against such establishments (degredation of both women and men, paper-thin fantasy, etc.) but booze put down my guard. While there I got a "dance" from a beautiful woman. We discussed the fine points of UNKLE. I don't know; the whole thing made me more sad than excited. It did make me realize how bereft of human contact my life is. After the strip club, Beck dropped me off at the station and I did really well blended, though melancholy show. After my show, now sober, the sun rising as I walked to catch a bus home, I felt strangely livid. Life is so absurd. I just want to explode.
Love. R.
The date/time stamp on this entry is not correct. It is Sun/1/19/03. I'm trying to seize up enough concentration to write an entry. I just (and I mean just) got back from SanAntonio. We went there with a clear mission of debauchery on the riverwalk. I have to say the rw did not exactly live up to my expectations. A lot of the bars were closed by the time we managed to get there at 10pm and that is very lame for a saturday (and a long weekend no less). It was quite a tribulation getting some 16 people in our party all organized and on the road, getting the hotel room, and what not. I was not in charge of this mind you, just another idle member of the outfit. Blah blah blah. I did not reach the level of intoxication that I had hoped for (ie falling down drunk) and after an "incident" at the local Denny's decided to come back "early" with Mou whom I came up with. Blah. Let me cut to the chase. There is little hope for a chase. I'm looking for stimulation. Last night was another debauch, a better one, if I have to compare. A couple of parties that ended up in a local strip club (my first time in a strip club). I don't smoke really but I over the past couple of days I have been smoking like a chimney. I feel low for it. Anyway, I was smoking a cloud at the strip club out of nervousness. I have weird arguments against such establishments (degredation of both women and men, paper-thin fantasy, etc.) but booze put down my guard. While there I got a "dance" from a beautiful woman. We discussed the fine points of UNKLE. I don't know; the whole thing made me more sad than excited. It did make me realize how bereft of human contact my life is. After the strip club, Beck dropped me off at the station and I did really well blended, though melancholy show. After my show, now sober, the sun rising as I walked to catch a bus home, I felt strangely livid. Life is so absurd. I just want to explode.
Love. R.
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