> Miss Kittin and the Hacker – L’ Homme Dans L’ Ombre
Oh my God. I just had like the most fun I have had in weeks. My coworker Matt had this party that he invited me to, and we all hung out and ate tuna and talked about all sorts of amazing stuff. I absolutely love Kat, Matt, and Katie. They are so amazingly cool. I hope I meet cool people like them in Sacramento. Me and Kat had this like a really long amazing intellectual conversation which started when she asked me why I believed that life was meaningless. I sort of laughed a bit and had to collect my thoughts because that’s not exactly a question that should be asked after you’ve had a few beers, but we had this could really great talk about like what life means to us and our plans. I miss that so much… being able to talk to people about what really matters and the questions in my life that I think are important.
We talked a lot about the Amanda Barton/Tracy Kau thing, and after a while I was basically in agreement with Kat. Tracy deserved his jail term for doing what he did, but he’s not Charles Manson. I don’t know why the editor of the newspaper is hanging him from the highest tree as if he’s some sort of serial rapist murderer or something. The consensus came to be something like this: Tracy deserved the time he got, but Amanda needs some serious counseling for her obsession with older men. All day long my boss was harping on how evil a person in Tracy was and how much of a victim Amanda was. It was infuriating me to no end. He has no idea about the situation. What a self-righteous bastard. Anyway, Katie’s new apartment is so amazingly sexy. It’s all like Victorian and gigantic. It was so cool, we were all talking about the implications of things like blogs and MySpace and Matt just busted out about what a cool person he thinks I am. And I was so flabbergasted I couldn’t respond with how cool I think he is. And when I had formed the words in my head, the moment was gone. It was unfortunate. But then again, I’m not used to actual conversation. I’m all about the instant messaging. Reality bores me. At least reality in Crescent City bores me.
Anyway, it was just an amazing night and I felt so close to Kat and everybody. I don’t think I’ll ever forget her. Or any of the people at the paper for that matter. It dawned on me tonight how deeply I’m going to miss everybody. But I guess it’s good that most of my good friends already moved away.
I am absolutely stoked (I never use that word) about moving in with my cousin. And I feel a lot more secure about it since I came out of the closet about my plans to my coworkers.
I stole all all of the bottle caps I could get my hands on for Ben. I think I’m going to give him a box of them before I leave. The best presents are from the heart, or some such platitude.
Misty and I hung out last night and cooked food and watched this movie called White Oleander. It was actually a surprisingly good movie. I feel close to Misty again. At that one time that I had left six messages on her machine I wanted to kill her. Now I understand why she was doing what she was doing. And I understand all of the stuff that’s going on with Selena’s boyfriend Josh (the one I know from grade school that I served at DDR). Him and Selena have been going out for a month and already they’re talking about marriage. Misty went out with Josh a long time ago and he used the same lines on her too. I really used to respect Selena a lot more.
I mean, she used to say up and down that he didn’t want a boyfriend and now the first guy she sees she wants to marry. I miss the old Selena. The Selena that would ditch art with me like two years ago and go talk about art and that band OKGo on the quad. I feel like I’m writing her obituary now. Writing obituaries has made me even more cynical (if it’s even possible). I picture my own little block of text. I wonder what it will say. I hope my last blog entry isn’t something retarded, but I’m sure it will be. I hope they put in my URL. That would be friggin’ sweet.
All of my great times at CR seem so bright, so real, and so happy in my memory. I guess I wasn’t really wasting my life away here. But I’m wasting it away now. I will treasure every field trip and cool friend I made. But now is the time to move on. I shouldn’t dwell anymore.
Categories: Gossip,Happiness,Nostalgia