Went and saw "Toy Story on Ice" tonight. It was good, meaningless entertainment. I like figure skating. But what I don't like: My friends. Why? Because they're mean, catty, girls. I have a problem with girls, I think, because I'm far too sensitive and awkward to play the song and dance games they call "the social pyramid." I'm off to Taylor's house. We're going to hang. Peace.
posted by
Anemone Ra at 10:05 PM
When I was watching the news at Emre's last night, I saw something rather disturbing. You may or may not have heard of the horrible Mardi Day riots in Seattle (basically a huge free-for-all fight, women included, where people just fucked up whoever they wanted) but they happened, and I was shocked. Anyways, I was watching the news, and they were talking about this guy who ended up dying to save a girl that was being beaten up. It was the brother of a girl I used to go to school with; we actually were pretty good friends. They showed her face, and it just hit me like a rock. What do you do when that kind of thing happens?
posted by
Anemone Ra at 10:19 AM
Just took in dinner and a movie with Oasis. (Wrestling buddy/fellow Canadophile.) I miss going out with my friends...and you only realize it after it's been too long, and you're just like, "Damn." Shoulda done it earlier. We went and saw "Saving Silverman", which is, by the way, possibly the crappiest movie of 2001. And yes, I realize we're only a couple months into 2001, but if you saw the movie, you'd understand what I meant. Hell, if you saw the PREVIEWS, you'd know what I meant. We ate at Larry's (a grocery store) where we split an Almond-Tofu dessert (quite good; Oasis hated it), some cocktail shrimp, and some weird curry/rice/nut thing that Oasis picked out. Post-super-crappy-movie, we hit up the local Baskin and Robbins for some ice cream where we had an interesting existential chat. I love hanging out with Oasis because no matter how zany or weird one of us is, I always feel like we're on the same page. Like he'd understand if I told him that I was afraid Freddy Kreugar was hiding in my closet and my thirteen chakras were misaligned. He'd understand. He wouldn't necessarily
comprehend, but he'd understand.
I keep thinking about Emre; then saying "It's gonna be different with this one." You know, no more patient phone-babysitting or quiet opinion stifling. I feel like his equal, not like Caoimhin's intellectual neophyte, or Diego's designated soul mate/psychological obssession. I actually talked to him (Caoimhin) today, and he spent a good, solid half an hour trying to convince me that Christianity was evil and obnoxious, and all the bad things it made people do. "You think that because someone is a Christian means that they're bible-thumping evangelical pro-life conservative Billy Graham idolizer?" I said incredulously.
I wanted to laugh and tell him what an affected college-student-struggling-to-find-a-sense-of-indentity-type that he sounded like, but I think that may have served only to infuriate him. I also wanted to make a snide remark, like, "How original of you," or "How existential," or, my favorite, "Yeah, Caoimhin, don't let the man hold you down." I was close to saying something like, "Hm. Writing off millions of Americans as preachy assholes exclusively because of their religious orientation...how open-minded of you. Kudos to the conservative liberal here." Things got awkward (primarily because I was right, nudge nudge,wink wink) and I exited stage right after some inane comments about the earthquake and the weather. It's a morbid thought...but what if I had died in the earthquake? All these existential thought come rolling in and I feel like I should be out there smelling flowers and procreating and what not.
Track practice tomorrow...hopefully...ah yes. And our "Morp" is tomorrow. That's "PROM" backwards, for all you slow-witted folks out there. It's theme? The cheese-infused "Wild Wild West." However, I do have a Western fetish and salivate in an extreme fashion anytime I get to wear my cowboy boots. Call me sick, but it's what I like. I'm going to have quite a time getting Emre to go, but if he doesn't, it'll be just as fun. If not more, cause then I can DANCE DANCE DANCE! And my dance partners won't have to be exclusively him/female. (Although fem-dancing is just as fun as anything else.)
My eyeballs are tired. I must refresh them. Off to a clean room and some shut-eye. More later. Peace.
posted by
Anemone Ra at 10:18 PM
Well. The "Big Quake" has rocked the Northwest. (6.8 on the Richter scale.) I'm having trouble mustering up any feelings of excitement over anything other than the fact that I get the whole damn day off of school since we sustained a bit of damage. Of course, I feel for all the huge monumental buildings that came a-crashing down yesterday. And thankfully only "one" person has died due to the earthquake. While I don't believe anybody should have to die, I think it's a bunch of bunk that they consider a 66-year-old woman who died from a heart attack is directly caused by the earthquake. It's just as bad as someone jumping out from behind a piano and scaring the pants off of her. I dunno.
Taylor (my ex-significant other) and I are going to get together this Saturday. I love him to death; he's one of the coolest cats I know. There wasn't an abundance of sexual chemistry coming from my side, and we were both recently un-involved in messy relationships at the time, so things remained friendly. He's Caoimhin's age, but lacks any kind of pretensious age-superiority, which I appreciate in an extreme fashion. Very eager and emotion-driven. Hates Caoimhin too, which I find amusing. I haven't hung out with him in a good year, so it's gonna be nice to share in some intellectual conversation; something I seem to be lacking on a day-to-day basis.
My web site kind of sucks. I think that I'm going to blame it on not-enough-time and pick it up during the summer when I will no doubt have tons of free time.
And my photography teacher is giving me some guys' old darkroom. It's going to be SWEET. I'm going to set it up in the basement. It will be so cool I'll have to kick my own ass. And Levi is going to sell me one of his turntables and his mixer for a cool fifty clams. VERY FUCKING NICE, PEOPLE!!!
I think I'm going to call him!
Peace, world. (Heh.)
posted by
Anemone Ra at 11:46 AM
Funny thing. I was sitting on Emre's bed, and we were talking, you know, the usual. He was telling a story, something involving his grandmother and us have similar names and what not. Except he inserted this interesting little tidbit: "Yeah, when I called my mom up in Germany and told her we were going out..." So, unbeknownst to me, folks, I've had a boyfriend for a couple weeks. I mean, I knew it was kind of an exclusive thing; I'd be supremely pissed if he snogged someone else, but I always thought the dating thing was a mutual agreement of sorts. The world works in mysterious ways, I suppose. Interesting. Hm.
Pole-vaulting is coming along fabulously. Everything else is kind of shat, since the coach in inexperienced and rather stupid. But who gives a damn. I'm having fun.
Peace.
posted by
Anemone Ra at 9:43 PM
