a short post…sorta.
> Franz Ferdinand - Darts of Pleasure
I just thought that I would write a short little post to talk about today. Today was a quaint, pleasant stroll through the carcass of Crescent city. I got up and went to work, but I was three minutes late because I simply couldn’t get to sleep the night before. It’s not like my boss cares, but I felt like those three minutes were noticed by all. Work was okay. I had just the right amount of tasks to do, and I finished at just the right time. It was about 3 p.m. by then, and they didn’t exactly know what to do or where to go, so I drove towards my house. I didn’t feel like going home yet though, so I turned on Washington and went down to the beach to that nice old spot I like to go to.
Even though it was windy, it was very pleasant. It was a strange experience going to the beach by myself, but I rather liked it. I mean, how can one dislike the beach? I felt like a nomad. It was like taking a vacation in someone else’s mind. Like for a moment becoming the main character in someone else’s bildungsroman. It was a bit too windy at the beach for my taste but still early, so I went over to The Purple Cat (a thrift store around here) and checked out some of their clothes.
I walked over to the men’s section and immediately something caught my eye. Earlier that week me and Selena and some of the other people at the house had watched The Talented Mr. Ripley and one part I remarked “I love the way they dress, I wish that I could find a brown corduroy jacket like that.” So guess what stared up at me from the rack. Unfortunately, it was $12.50, and all I had on me was $12.25. I was too lazy to drive to the bank and back just for that, but I’m going back tomorrow. Apparently they’re having a half off sale. I wonder when they open, perhaps I could go there before I go to work.
Tomorrow will definitely be a day to remember. At the staff meeting I get to demonstrate how to use my newly completed database. I’m sort of glad I took speech last semester, perhaps it will help me to explain how it all works with much more brevity then would have been possible before I took the class.
OMG! One of my favorite people at the office talked to me about that blog Crescent City Sucks, and I really wanted to give him my URL when he asked me if there were any other Crescent city blogs. But I couldn’t. I blog about the most personal stuff, and I really shouldn’t. But I have no one else to talk to about it. I mean, I have very loving, supportive friends but I just don’t want to open up like that. They would just feel like they had to console me, and I hate having that feeling myself, the feeling that you want to console someone so bad but you just don’t know how. So I blog. I guess a lot of big things happened lately that got me a bit emotional, but hopefully I will refrain from such maudlin diatribes in the future.
OK, I knew that I would have to blog about this even though I really don’t want to think about it anymore. Last night I dreamt that everyone I knew went to this big party and I somehow got separated from the rest of my friends and was hanging out with Kevin. Repulse me. But anyway, I finally got away from him hitting on me (in the dream) and I found Ben and his sister and Justin. For some reason Ben was driving Joe’s truck, and they were all having fun and ended up ditching me at the party. That’s when I woke up. It was just sort of depressing.
Well, I knew that once I started talking this would just go on forever, so I’m stopping. I have been getting barely six hours of sleep every night for the past two days and I am so exhausted. I’m going to sleep right now, because I have to be in my element for tomorrow’s presentation. I just know that right when I fall asleep my mother’s going to call. She always fucking does that.
