The past two nights have been a bit of the same-old, same-old routine. The night before last, I ended up at Zhora's watching him and Vtalik try to fix a belt tensioner pulley that had snapped off during Little Dude's delivery work (that poor BMW), and then we watched V for Vendetta and visited with Zhora's roommates Igor and Oxana. I've decided that they're both really cool. Oxana is incredibly bright and attentive, and Igor is very talkative and personable. He wanted to hear all about my time in Germany and discuss my classes with me, and tell me all about his unorthodox upbringing in Russia. Very cool.
Last night, Vtalik, Zhora, and I played pool at Ride the Nine for the first time in what feels like a long while, but has probably only been about two weeks. I actually held my own this time! In fact, I beat Zhora at nine-ball three times, even though he kept trying to smack my butt with his cue every time I took a shot, silly guy. He also seemed pretty interested in playing with my hair last night, which was a little strange, because I'm not used to someone's fingers sliding through my thick, glossy mane in public. Something about it just seems a little too... Hmm, I don't want to say erotic, because that's taking it too far, but intimate at least -- for a public setting, that is. I'm not going to pretend I didn't enjoy it, even though he messed up my ponytail something awful.
Tonight, I'm heading to a poetry slam at the Coffeehouse with Teryn and Alyssa. I got invited by my new friend Rob... This reminds me that I have to finish burning a mix CD for him and downloading some of the music he was telling me about so that we can talk about it at some point. I always love discussing music that my friends are passionate about; it makes it a lot easier for me to like a lot of different things, and I tend to pride myself on having a rather broad musical taste (although I would hardly call it indiscriminate).
Other than that, not much is going on. Kerry just stopped in for about an hour to say hello; it's the first time Teryn and I have seen her all semester! Hopefully, we will see more of her soon. She invited us to see a gallery opening at Wesleyan tonight, but unfortunately we already have the Coffeehouse plans... but I'm sure we'll get out and do something cool sometime soon!
I continue to get extremely weird, semi-vicious comments on Facebook from Kiri, but I think it's just because she's going through a hard time right now and needs someone she doesn't really care about to lash out on. That'll teach me to make snide comments about StalkerBook's ability to give me somewhat personal relationship information about people I haven't really interacted with in a good number of months!
I Was Born To Spit It Til You Git It and Express Myself
It must be getting pretty close to the full moon round hurr. I had a beautiful and eventful day yesterday. Teryn and I spent a lot of time at the Coffeehouse earlier in the day. We met a cool guitar-player named Rob who has traveled around Mississippi and likes to finger-pick the blues. He had a lot of nice things to say to us. We exchanged phone numbers and I'm in the process of organizing a few mix CDs for him.
Teryn and I went to both the
Transpace gallery and the University Gallery opening. We saw some beautiful pieces by one Fay Lee at the latter opening -- they were done on lots of grid paper. The pieces were kind of like massive, complex tapestry-esque connect-the-dots... and when Teryn and I got close to look at the work, we noticed that it had all been done free-hand! We were astonished! At the Transpace gallery, we saw a very cool photo series about furniture in very regional, rustic landscapes by a photographer named
Jacob DeGeal. Both Teryn and I especially liked the unsanded table sitting in a dormant corn field, although the larger print we saw of the picture that is currently his myspace profile image is also very cool. Furniture in nature: Totally sweet.
We were going to head to the Olivia Newton John Wayne Newton show, but we met Phil on the way, and we hadn't been that excited to donate to a "benefit" concert that was all about sending the lead singer's crush away to LA. Lame! So, instead of going to the Coffeehouse for a second time, we came back up to the room to hang out with Philtron. I drew a picture of two flowers having sex, flower-style, and Phil came up with a haiku for it. The haiku goes like this:
Flowers having sex
Quite indiscriminately:
Watch as they get off!I also attempted to do a semi-accurate rendering of Phil's sarcastic right eye, but it didn't really work out too well, because I'm not an artist. But I
am happy to have a sketchbook, though. I bought it at the Alamo II yesterday with Teryn.
Full moon related behavior included but was not limited to Chrissy deciding one day after she was thinking of breaking up with her boyfriend that she is now going to perhaps marry him for his green card (but next summer would be the earliest it would happen, donchaknow). I had myself a little freak-out, just because I'm so against the idea of marriage in general, but especially for people my age or younger, and especially for reasons that don't take into account the emotional and financial costs of marriage and divorce. Marriage is an outdated and over-socialized originally religious farce, in my opinion. I personally will never marry, and although Chrissy agrees with a lot of my views on marriage, she thinks that exploiting it doesn't make a difference. Because, you know, using a social construct that you don't believe in for your own twisted purposes, thereby corrupting it even more than it already is... Since when is there anything wrong with that?
Alyssa needs to call that child and have a little chat with her, methinks.
Speaking of Alyssa, she came over last night. Her and I flew the coup and went to Chad's to hang out. Amanda ended up whupping Chad's ASS in a Halo 2 tournament. It was a good thing to witness. I got to see Michael as well, although Lunch Box was suspiciously absent. Amanda was wearing a very interesting and gorgeous shirt. She's so svelte that even a potato sack would look good on her, though.
Tonight, I'm going over to Alyssa's house to help her babysit her brother and his little friends. We are going to go on a sunset picnic. It'll be sweet as hell.
Little Dude and I have to return some DVDs in the next couple days. I keep wondering how long it's going to take him to request that we rent "Blast from the Past" again. Seriously, he almost pees every time he even thinks about that movie for too long.
Late last night was pretty cool. Alyssa left after watching a very cool movie called
Kinky Boots with Teryn and myself, then Teryn and I stayed up late. We were both a little tired, so we got a little delirious, and we made fun of each other, because I was trying to hold a conversation with her and have a few online at the same time, and things got a bit confusing and funny. I had a very decent sleep, and I'm full with tasty waffle.
Hurray, weekend!
Labels: Alyssa, art, Chrissy, Philtron, Rob, Teryn, Zhora
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Fortified With These Essential Vitamins
Yesterday was a bit topsy-turvy. Teryn is engaged in an epic battle of heroic scale against her parents -- regarding a certain Chicago issue. Well, actually, that's a bit of a stretch. I think she's just a little disappointed that she isn't allowed to go, and yet she somehow still manages to understand where her parents are coming from. My opinion? Teryn's parents don't know how good they have it, and restricting her at this point just seems... well... pointless.
Anyway.
Saw Zhora again last night, albeit only briefly. He drove me to Vtalik's to give him the CDs I made for him. Vtalik was very pleased. Zhora gave me some garlic bread. We sat and talked and smoked for about ten minutes, and Zhora told me about this one time, during the full moon, when he sleep-walked.
On the way back, he asked me if I was sad. I said that I wasn't, which is true, but he didn't seem very convinced. He said, "You look sad."
How unnerving. Since when does Little Dude concern himself with the way I feel? Just short weeks ago, he let me cry for ninety miles without uttering so much as a word of comfort, and now, all of a sudden, he's wondering if I'm 'sad'? Crazy kid.
I woke up to a gigantic mea culpa on Facebook this morning. Sucks to be the founder of that thing right now, I'll tell you. I have to say, though, that I agree at least partially with the masses. Of course, there are some things that Facebook is useful for, like alerting me to my ex's recent relationship status change. But I really don't need to know that Mike Brown just removed "Family Guy" from his favorite TV shows, you know? If Facebook wants to turn itself into the greatest, biggest gossip tool ever, then it needs to limit its feed to relevant fields. I want to see messages like, "Liesl Pereira totally just denied a friendship request from Marion!". See, that's juicy... although it didn't happen; I'm actually quite happily bonded through Facebook with young Liesl.
Hopefully, Facebook gets the point now. It's not that I'm not interested in invading my growing network's privacy and finding out about all the juicy stuff going on in their lives... Because, dude... Totally saves time! There are just some things that nobody in their right mind gives a damn about.
Labels: Chicago, Facebook, Teryn, Vtalik, Zhora
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