i should really really figure out a time when making an entry would be more fruitful. this will have been my second entry and really nothing has happened that has been noteworthy enough to enter it into permanent record.
although this can hardly be called permanent since i will have a chance to edit this later if i so choose.
ok well i guess for now i'll just enter at will just any old piece of news or not-so-news. and fuck the audience..
but i don't really mean that. i do not now or in the future want the audience to be fucked.. and least of all by me.
:::blink, blink::: "yea well.. yea"
anyhow, last night i went to the movies with a couple of friends. it was my second time seeing 28 days later, the first time for one friend and the fourth time for the other. i was supposed to sneak into it because i did not want to pay the astronomical price of one non-matinee movie ticket but i chickened out or lazied out in the end. there was too much going on --both in my head and in the world-- for me to even plan my route in. also i can be not-so stealth when i'm not really 'feelin' it, e.g. the moment, the act, the mission.. you follow me? yea, let's just say "you" do.
so ok yea.. after the movie ((i won't really bother with the minutiae of movie [dis]comfort, noise, low sound, snacks, seating, theater size, annoying and distracted movie-goers who have no regard for others or for this product they themselves have paid for --the bastards)) the three of us head out to the parking lot and decide we're going to hang out a little longer --but not too much longer since one of us in the trio is actually a grown-up and has a real job. honestly, this is not bitterness or sarcasm. on my part it's mainly envy.
so, off we go to the kensington coffeeshop. we have our drinks (water, large house coffee, and hot choco?) and we talk our talk ("what kind of jobs have you had?"::"tell her the story about the time.. you know the time.. oh you're gonna love this")
fast forward a little past the walking and the talking and the wandering and the smoking and the laughing and the drive 'home' and the exchanging and gauging of music and interests and scenes and finally the other friend and i plant our nighttime prowling bodies at the doorstep of another friend (or pair of friends) who, incidentally, rang us earlier to ask us over.
by this time, however, they both had fallen asleep waiting for our arrival.
now we are four. we talk. we yawn. we stretch our sore and aching bodies. one bows out and travels home and we are, once again, three.
we talk some more. we joke. we tease. we analyze. we rehash. and then we each decide its time to call it a night.
we are now two. in a car, on the public public street we travel. i turn in for a rest. it is four. it is summer. the day is one long stretch into this buzzing crashing madness.
--for now.
11:38 a.m. - 2003-07-23
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