I managed to cut my finger on a piece of wire on one of my metal reels. Typing with a bandaid on the tip of your index finger feels funny.
January 29, 2003
January 28, 2003
I can't do it. All those Republicans clapping and cheering is going to give me a headache, and I can't deal with the smug look on his face when they give him a standing ovation. I have too much contempt. I'll read an article about it later.
January 27, 2003
January 26, 2003
Instead, I went to Barnes and Noble and drank coffee while flipping through some photo magazines, and met up with Miss Apple who went with me to see Confessions of a Dangerous Mind. I thoroughly enjoyed the film, which had an incredible, inspiring visual style and was entirely worthwhile. I will most likely end up purchasing the DVD at some point. It was wonderful to finally meet Apple, who is a very neat lady and someone I hope to spend plenty of time around in the future. She even bestowed upon me one of her marvelous paintings, which I hope to frame and use to adorn my walls.
I must note that I have the utmost contempt for the movie people in this town. I had planned to see The Hours, which I was shocked to find is not even playing here. They are just now debuting Chicago. It's shameful. But at least I discovered a great movie in the mix. It's been a good night. I needed that.
January 25, 2003
Tonight I was with my Statesville crew, but had to leave early due to the supposedly bad road conditions. The roads in my neighborhood weren't nearly as wretched as my mother had warned me they would be after dark, and now I am frustrated that I didn't stay longer.
I really must find a more accessible friend to spend time with. I'm not sure that it's possible... I'm sad to say that no one truly seems interested, despite my efforts in coercing them to hang out with me. I guess I'm simply not made for living here.
I will stop being depressed on the count of three.
January 24, 2003
January 23, 2003
January 22, 2003
January 21, 2003
In other recent events, Lance is moving to New York, and we met just south of Charlotte to have dinner. I hadn't seen him in four months, and within that time there was a small yet significant amount of confusion on my part about the status of our friendship, and whether it still existed. Luckily, it was simply a domino effect of misunderstandings, but it still led to a bit of worry and uncertainty on my behalf. And so, although we only had time enough for dinner, it was really good to see him... yet at the same time, renewed my notice of his absence from my life as well. Unfortunately, it will be at the very least another 6 or 7 months until we can hang out again.
I suppose you've figured out by now that I've been feeling rather lonely lately. It's not so much an "I am so alone" issue, as just feeling the need for a companion to simply be around. I was used to being alone the majority of the time, and after having brief glimpses of people I feel particularly close to and then having it all disappear again, I am a little haunted.
It's not really a road-block sort of problem, as I do have friends that I see every once in a while, it's just something that's been brewing in the back of my mind lately that I felt the need to put down somewhere. I suppose I just want a little one-on-one, confidante-style company... that's all.
January 20, 2003
January 19, 2003
January 18, 2003
Also, my thermometer finally came in the mail today. Darkroom, here I come.
January 17, 2003
"After living in the dark for so long, a glimpse of the light can make you giddy. Strange thoughts come into your head, and you'd better think them. Has a special fate been calling you, and you're not listening? Is there a secret message right in front of you, and you're not reading it? Is this your last, best chance? Are you gonna take it? Or are you going to the grave with unlived lives in your veins?"
It made my mind do flips in an arduous sort of epiphany that was nothing necessarily concrete or defined, but simply a feeling of choices to be made - the idea of a very free, yet premeditated carpe diem.
In other words, I recommend seeing the movie.
Little things.
January 16, 2003
I don't mind, as long as this doesn't shapeshift into another monster icestorm. I prefer my heat, lights, and hot showers, thank you muchly.
January 15, 2003
January 14, 2003
I spent Saturday night with my Ville of States crew. There has been some drama in that circle as of late. Silly people simply ruin everybody's night.
I'm posting to Pink Elephants daily. If you like it, please leave comments and/or give it votes. Good karma, you know?
January 10, 2003
January 9, 2003
Double drat.
January 8, 2003
January 7, 2003
Die yuppie scum. Die slow.
I'm done now.
January 4, 2003
January 3, 2003
I have been scanning the employment section of the classifieds rather obsessively, to no avail. I think it's time to spend a day going around to every possible place of employment and inquire if they are hiring. I believe I would feel a lot better if I could just get something started.
Unfortunately, I'm nowhere near finished, and trying to decipher the template and archiving systems after half a day's worth of being confused is making my brain hurt. Ow.