i've been really busy lately--i think i already mentioned that.
<P>it was nice this last weekend, as my mom came for a visit. we didn't do anything particularly exciting,
as we were both broke, but it was cool just to hang out. my mom hasn't seen my place in SF since i moved in, practically, so i got
to show her all the cool things i've accumulated in
the last few years.
i love my apartment so much...all my stuff. i'm weirdly proud
of it all, though it's mostly just a mess to an outside eye. my mom brought down a cool chair i bought up in arcata and, as we
were walking home from the train, i couldn't resist
buying this massive sort of desk thing at a yardsale. at this point, it's too big to fit in my
apartment, but i'm hoping i'll
find someone with a circular saw who wants to help me out. <P>(it's
cooler than it sounds--i think.)
<P>
anyway, my mom was here and we hung out and had breakie
with jeffrey one morning and went down so i could show her my library another day. even though we were both broke, i had to show her the amoeba, of course, where i very restrainedly only bought one $5 old feelies album.<P>
as soon as my mom left, i had to face the fact that i had a 20 page paper due this saturday
that i hadn't even started. i've spent the last
few days down in the library, typing away.
of course, half the time i'm typing, i'm chatting with boys on the internet, but that means the
other half of the time i'm working on the
paper--really!
<P>today i think i
finally finished it, other than writing the reference page and a final spelling
and grammar check. it's not too
bad--about 13 good, solid pages out of the total of almost 17. hopefully the professor follows his trend and
gives me full marks for it, as it would be nice to start the program with an A.
<P>in any case, the class is almost behind me--saturday
is the last day. then paul will be here
visiting monday, probably, and i
think i'm going to run him up to arcata
on wednesday, maybe, if my car is okay. then, by the time i
get back, it will be almost time to start back to work again. i swear,
though: i
spend more time in my office when i'm on vacation
than some people do when they're working!
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is it the fact that i drink out
of the bottle or that i use the men's room, if needs
be, that makes me so irresistible to men?
or is it just my amazing rack?(it certainly
isn't my spelling.)
<P>my conversation with anubis upon returning
home from the 3300 club this evening:
<P>ANUBIS:
<P>ME:you're such a good girl! i am such a drunk!<P>ANUBIS:
<P>ME: oh, my! i really have to
pee.
<P>ANUBIS:
<P>ME:god, i think i kissed goodbye about three guys roughly old enough to be
my father when i left the bar!<P>
ANUBIS:<P>
ME: god, i
love the 3300 club.
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<b>done with the paper! </b><P>i've been really busy lately--i
think i already mentioned that.
<P>it was nice this last weekend, as my mom came for a visit. we didn't do anything particularly exciting,
as we were both broke, but it was cool just to hang out. my mom hasn't seen my place in SF since i moved in, practically, so i got
to show her all the cool things i've accumulated in
the last few years.
i love my apartment so much...all my stuff. i'm weirdly proud
of it all, though it's mostly just a mess to an outside eye. my mom brought down a cool chair i bought up in arcata and, as we
were walking home from the train, i couldn't resist
buying this massive sort of desk thing at a yardsale. at this point, it's too big to fit in my
apartment, but i'm hoping i'll
find someone with a circular saw who wants to help me out. <P>(it's
cooler than it sounds--i think.)
<P>
anyway, my mom was here and we hung out and had breakie
with jeffrey one morning and went down so i could show her my library another day. even though we were both broke, i had to show her the amoeba, of course, where i very restrainedly only bought one $5 old feelies album.<P>
as soon as my mom left, i had to face the fact that i had a 20 page paper due this saturday
that i hadn't even started. i've spent the last
few days down in the library, typing away.
of course, half the time i'm typing, i'm chatting with boys on the internet, but that means the
other half of the time i'm working on the
paper--really!
<P>today i think i
finally finished it, other than writing the reference page and a final spelling
and grammar check. it's not too
bad--about 13 good, solid pages out of the total of almost 17. hopefully the professor follows his trend and
gives me full marks for it, as it would be nice to start the program with an A.
<P>in any case, the class is almost behind me--saturday
is the last day. then paul will be here
visiting monday, probably, and i
think i'm going to run him up to arcata
on wednesday, maybe, if my car is okay. then, by the time i
get back, it will be almost time to start back to work again. i swear,
though: i
spend more time in my office when i'm on vacation
than some people do when they're working!<P><P>
<b>in which leo buys me
flowers</b><P>
is it the fact that i drink out of the bottle or that
i use the men's room, if needs be, that makes me so
irresistible to men? or is it just my
amazing rack?(it certainly isn't my spelling.)
<P>my conversation with anubis upon returning
home from the 3300 club this evening:
<P>ANUBIS:
<P>ME:you're such a good girl! i am such a drunk!<P>ANUBIS:
<P>ME: oh, my! i really have to
pee.
<P>ANUBIS:
<P>ME:god, i think i kissed goodbye about three guys roughly old enough to be
my father when i left the bar!<P>
ANUBIS:<P>
ME: god, i
love the 3300 club.
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yesterday i spent the entire
day with my good friend jeffrey...
<P>i walked down to his place in the morning
and then we walked together up to the upper haight
for some breakie at <i>all
you knead</i>.
of course, we had a clambake at home before we left.
<P>when we got to the place, we had some lovely mimosas and french toast and pain killers.
<P>mmmm!
good eatin'!
<P>then we walked around on haight for a while
and jeffrey tried on some shirts and such and then,
before we knew it!, it was cocktail hour...or at least
2 or 3 in the afternoon.
<P>so we went to trax and i
had several ciders and jeffrey had several coronas
and we chatted and watched and listened to some really great 80s videos--i guess trax has request 80s
videos on sunday afternoons, but we didn't actually
request anything. it was wonderfully
nostalgic, in any case.
<P>when it was time to tear ourselves away from trax,
i realized i was a little
drunk, but i didn't let this bother me and we
continued to walk down haight again.
<P>we stopped in the park and we were going to do something nefarious,
but we didn't have a lighter, so we bought a lighter at the store on divisidero and haight and then
smoked pot like high school kids in some alley...
<P>things are a little unclear at that point, but it seems like we went
home and then went out again to get some pizza at marcello's
and then to have a drink at uncle bert's. seems like we must have
smoked some more pot somewhere along the way.
<P>on the way home from uncle bert's, we called
sparky's on jeffrey's cellphone and ordered ahead two coffee/chocolate milkshakes
and an order of fries and an order of onion rings to go, and we ate those at jeffrey's while we watched the simpsons
and part of king of the hill.
<P>i was practically slipping into a coma at
this point, so i walked to the train and tried to
stay awake until i got home...at which point i called my landlady to chat about certain matters, emailed
my mom and talked to paul on the phone. i hope i made more sense and
seemed less fucked up than i deserved to...
<P>so it was rather a lost day, but it was lovely. i enjoy having jeffrey around so much and i'm
glad he moved to SF. it certainly has
increased my level of substance abuse, but it's summer
vacation, after all! what's the
harm?
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just back from a quick trip up to arcata
to drop off paul and to see jessica before she moves
to las vegas and to
generally drink and carouse as much as possible on a tight budget...it was
nice.<P>the drive home was horrendous.
so super hot, and i hate the heat...and, to
top it off, i am driving into modesto
to see my friend jose tomorrow and it's almost
guaranteed to be over a hundred there--what am i
doing to myself?
<P>i suppose nothing that i
don't deserve...
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just back from a nice weekend in
<P>
i haven't been to the waterslides in
<P>we went back to their place and i was just
too beat to even think about driving back to the city. we got mexican food
and watched some movies and had some cocktails and a little smoking enjoyment.
<P>this morning, i made them watch <I>the
magnificent seven</I> before i left...i think they were glad i
did. after the movie we amused ourselves
by casting the various cats in the house as who they would be in the gang. the only sure thing was tino
as the steve mcqueen character. oscar may or may
not have been the cowardly mayor of the town.
<P>in any case, it was a lovely weekend.
it certainly didn't make me want to live in the valley again, but it did
make me want to visit more often.
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easy...}
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today was a day.
<P>it had frustrating--extremely frustrating!--moments and it had some
really pleasant moments, too. i guess that's what days are probably like, if we're lucky.
<P>this morning i spent forever on the phones
with
<P>it was quite
<P>finally, i got a person and they transferred
me and then i left a voicemail and that has yet
to be returned. it's after 11--somehow
i doubt they're going to burn the
<P>after i got tired of waiting around at
school, i went to kaiser
to get a mean shot in my arm, which now aches like mad.
<P>well, it did, at least, until i drank four
ciders. now i
can barely notice the pain.
<P>after that, i flirted with a nice boy online
and then i went down to the roxie
to meet my friend doug for burritos and a movie. he was, of course, twenty minutes late, but
for some reason, i never mind that much with him.
i just expect it and i
like him well enough to forgive. he brought a friend and we met another of his
friends--one i really adore--at the movies.
<P>the film we saw was just incredible.
it's called <I>rivers and tides</I>
and it's about andy goldsworthy. (sorry, andy, if that's
not your name. damn, i'm bad with names.) he's
an "environmental artist", which basically seems to mean that he
makes very ephemeral art in nature and then photographs it. some of the images were just amazing. i wrote a couple of
things down about it...
<P>"the red.
<P>the chains of red leaves through the forest...the
explosions of red clay in the river, going out with the current.
<P>the saturation of art in process and the need for distance to appreciate...
<P>the chain of green leaves floating with the current, unwinding and
rewinding with the eddies.
<P>the structures are like weebl!"
<P>i would really recommend this film, if
you are at all interested in life and all that stuff. it was totally fascinating to me, though i imagine it might be a huge yawn to others. <P>well, fuck them! it was brilliant!
<P>after the film we went to the newly re-christened delirium, nee the
albion, and i had the four ciders
and the boys had one cosmo and two guinesses between them. i
played two dollars worth of great music on the juke box and wished i
had a nice boy to play with...but, instead, i took
a ride home with my friends when they were leaving and here i
sit!
<P>somewhat drunk, but still all starry-eyed about
those images from the film and luxuriating in the end of my summer.
{title=ah, life!}
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