I finally get a chance to write something here. It seems like every time I'd want to, myspace would be fucked up.
Anyway, I've been up to a lot in the whatever amount of time it's been since I last wrote here. Last week Kate and I went to the Printer's Ball, and I picked up a fair amount of literary swag; she and I ended up talking 'til almost three in the morning after the cops kicked us out of Wicker Park. Friday I hit the Pilsen Circular Mass ride, and then out to the Effigies at Double Door.
John and Rebecca passed me on Friday during the Mass, and as they said hi, Carl, the guy riding next to me, yelled, "I want a pony!" He'd been yelling it all night, but that was the most appropriate time yet, I swear.
Saturday I was zonked. Between sleeping in and naps, I didn't get to school until 3pm, and left around 6:30 or so to make it to Derek and Anohki's for dinner. Which was fabulous. I should've hung out there longer rather than make it to Rhiannon's party - a bunch of trixies, and the most profound conversation was about the Left Behind series, which are like the John Grisham novels of Christian fundamentalists.
Yesterday I took it easy and got some work done. Not a lot, since I'm easily distracted by liminal shit. But some.
I have a small plan to get my life back in gear - well, it's not really that far out of gear, but still... Once my paper is done, spend at least 15 minutes a night cleaning up. Right now it's a mess, but once the dishes and CDs are cleaned up, this brilliant plan should allow me to keep my shit together pretty well.
Last night was so nice out, I decided to sit on the stoop and read a bit (probably one more week and I'll be through the Harrington series for the third or fourth time), and Laura came home and talked with me for a bit. Hopefully she and I can become better friends before she moves next month.
It occurred to me the other day that I make a ton of plans to go out and do stuff, and I've made new acquaintances/friends the last few weeks. I need to call Jay and see if she's up for coming out to see Vic Ruggiero on Wednesday. And I'm gonna try and make it out to Night Cap on Friday to meet Shelly and see her boyfriend's band. But the thing is, I don't feel like going out. I want to sit and do nothing. Just vegetate. But I know I need to get out and do things, so I do despite that. It's similar to last spring when I was so depressed and made myself get out so much it was overwhelming.
On a positive note, I'm not drinking at home alone anymore. Now I need to have people over so I can drink what I have left with them.
Hmmm.
