the diary of antoine roquentin

Well, all didn’t quite go completely as planned…

I got all dolled up and Christen picked me up at my house, but when we parked Christen’s ongoing migraine (for weeks now) intensified to the point where she was about to vomit. I felt SO sorry for her…I wish it was like in the sci-fi movies where you could send your life-force to heal others.

We were supposed to rendezvous with John and his boyfriend, and they joined us in the parking lot. They offered to give me a ride home after the club, but Christen looked/felt terrible and I couldn’t just abandon her in that state.

I wanted to drive her home, but I can’t drive stick (this is going to be my downfall in some zombie-inspired plot twist in my life), but we made it back okay. I really wanted to party with John and what’s-his-face, but Club 21 happens every day…the chance to possibly save a friend from an untimely death — much more important.

So I’m at Kelly’s house. This is a rather fortunate turn of events because I have this take-home math test that I’m supposed to do for tomorrow.

I left work two and a half hours before my class today, and guess what. I didn’t make it. Not even close. I LOATHE public transit. I’m going to have to drop. There is just no way. Well, I’m going to make some pasta and do my retarded test, and maybe watch some Star Trek with subtitles on (I don’t want Christen’s headache to get any worse). She’s in her bed now.

Well, I should get started. I can’t wait to drive to the club in my shiny new Vespa!

Oh yeah, I might take out a $4,000 loan to get it. Think it’s a good/bad idea? These days everything seems like a bad idea. I’m glad I didn’t go to the club. I would have done things I would have regretted.

Categories: Ennui

Today was sort of odd…me and Christen went to our Human Sexuality class, watched this video about chromosomal abnormalities.

Was bored to death in my math class, and read BBC News on my Dash most of the time.

After class, Christen dressed up adorably, taking time to make the tie rolls (I can’t believe that women did that every morning!)

Checking the hair:

After that we departed for Pompsicle, this thing where people dress up and you draw them (for a nominal fee). Christen dressed up as a pin-up waitress and the two people below (the guy is Sam, the one who runs Pompsicle, and the other girl was er…sort of rude.

The whole situation was really odd…I sketched in my binder and took copious pictures, and I was sort of glad when it was over. They didn’t give Christen any direction in what poses she should do. Well, I did take a million pictures, but the quality setting on my camera was somehow at the lowest setting (I didn’t freaking change it, so I don’t know how that’s possible), but here’s the gallery.

From before the session:

One of Christen’s poses:

Not my drawing:

After that, we went to True Love, had terrible tasting tea, then went to Walgreens where I got bathroom cleaning supplies and Christen got Band-Aids.

(this is an update, I posted a much shorter version before I went to sleep last night)

Categories: Ennui

So… yeah.

My stick of memory showed up in the mail today.

And… it is extremely sexy.

Two. Gigabytes.

In layman’s terms, that’s

two billion.

one hundred forty seven million

four hundred and eighty-three thousand

six hundred and forty-eight little ones and zeros.

At my command.

It sort of makes you hard thinking about it…

…well it does to me!

I hope that this will allow me to blog more often, as my computer won’t freeze up when I open my virtual machine to do voice-recognition.

Oddly enough, when I wait so long for a medium to express myself, I don’t really have a lot to say. The breakup with Adrian was… long-overdue, but I was devoted to the idea that I wasn’t a fool, which is usually hard for people to debunk.

Today I’m obsessed with this New Young Pony Club song called “Ice Cream,” that makes all these adorable double entendres about delicious treats :)

I also just discovered this wonderful French band called Vive la Fête (Long Live the Party). They have a really great sense of rhythm and melody. I’m trying to ignore the fact that the lead singer looks almost exactly as I imagine Lacey to look in about ten years. Also, the fact that the lyrics aren’t in English means I can listen to it while I’m doing editing at work.

I don’t know… towards the end me and Adrian were listening to exactly the same music, and I need to branch out, although that hasn’t gone quite well in the past.

School has been… how shall I say… time-consuming and uninteresting, so far. If not for the fact that Christen and I have a class together, I would be totally bored with school.

Me and Christen were having a wonderful time going to True Love the last few weeks, but it seems to have run stale. The last time we were there the server was really rude and told me the grill was closed when it wasn’t… and it’s the same crowd night after night. However, we did meet this really cool Spanish chick named Annie through Nick, a friend of Christen’s.

A night or two ago we rendezvoused with her at the cafe and we were going to play this Sherlock Holmes board game, but she also brought a Ouija board, which told us some really weird things. It told me not to go to the East (my mother and I are planning a vacation, she is on the East Coast). It was a really weird experience, but I am a complete atheist and don’t really believe in anything like that. It’s an amusing possibility, and that’s it. Still, and provided a wonderful night of fun and games.

Annie, the friend that we met there, had just lost her job that day so she wasn’t in a wonderful mood to begin with but I hope to that we helped her feel better with our game and conversation. We drove her home that night, and she lives in this adorable cottage in West Sacramento. She said that we should come over for a movie night, and I definitely want to.

Tonight I bought my ticket for Coachella!!!!

Me and Christen are going to go and see Bjork and Interpol and all the other artists that are going to be there on the first day of the festival. I would LOVE to see all the bands that are going to be there the other two days, but I just don’t have $250 right now.

I’m seriously going to have an orgasm… like 20 orgasms. INTERPOL! BJORK! EEK!

Okay, I’m done.

So… I got my motorcycle license today.

There were a million people in line at the DMV, but I got to just bypass the line and go straight to the window where they process licenses. I couldn’t believe it, I was in and out of the DMV in like 10 minutes….it was so surreal.

My bed is piled up with stuff… mostly from when I looted my closet for computer operating tools. I need to clear it off, clean the bathroom (something I’ve been putting off for like weeks) and do two sections of math homework. I wonder if I have to post on that retarded bulletin board for my psychology class. I have totally been spacing that.

But, um, I think I’m totally going to get a Vespa tomorrow. Yay for me!

About the error that is displayed in the sidebar… I really don’t have a clue how to fix it. My template is extremely customized, so that might be the culprit. I need to set aside a day to fix it. Maybe this Sunday. Sunday is a good day for tech projects.

I miss you all!

Categories: Ennui

I had a triple-clusterfuck today.

“Is that even possible?” you ask.

Yes.

It is.

Went to the DMV this morning to take my motorcycle license test. I passed it, but they couldn’t do anything because the computer system was down. I could have waited, but I just left. I was late for work.

#2: I arrive at the University/65th stop where I transfer to light rail, and it looks like fucking Ellis Island. There are crowds of people milling around. People had been murmuring about light rail being dead, and it was true. Had to take a shuttle bus to 30th and walk like seven blocks from there.

#3: I get to work and sitting at my desk is a shiny new 1.8GHz iMac G5 with 1GB of RAM. “Sweet!” I think. However, it turns out that the lady that is in charge of all the money (the one who annoyingly blasts country music all day and one time told me not to get onions in my Subway sandwiches because she didn’t like them), she locked me out of the system. She won’t give me administrator access. It doesn’t mean that there aren’t workarounds, it just makes my life harder. I was thinking for days about what I would name my new computer at work (since they all have names). I turned it on and it had this ghetto looking icon and it was called “Merlin.”

Okay….fuck you.

I asked her about it, rather sarcastically, “We can’t name our own computers?”

“No,” she said, “we named it for you. It goes with the rest of them.”

“WE?”

“WE.”

No, it doesn’t. That was just the last straw. And then she basically said to me “Well, before you came here everybody came to me to ask about computer stuff.” And, implicitly, “I know you know more about computers than me, but I’m going to use my seniority to make your life a living hell so that I can be the one everyone comes to about tech problems.

I’m sorry if I’m an asshole, I just wanted to name my own fucking computer. Is that so much to ask? Fucking Christ, I hate everyone.

I MUST finish college so I can tell “toxic people”, as my mother would say, like this to fuck off.

Categories: Ennui

I upgraded to the new version of WordPress (my blogging software), and it sort of…um…broke my blog’s database. I’m not sure what’s going on…it’s displaying that odd error and nothing seems to be working quite right…but I’m going out to Cheap Love (me and Christen’s new name for True Love) and I don’t have time to fix it right now.

I look so scene it’s like…ridiculous. I’m listening to this Neo-80s (all I ever listen to) band called Moving Units…and I look uberscene. Fauxhawk and eyeliner scene. I love going to the cafe! It’s such an excuse to dress up on an otherwise quotidian Monday.

Categories: Ennui