the diary of antoine roquentin

I’m sick of paying $7 a month for the crappy service at my current host. I mean, they are really responsive to my needs and such, but that last month of intermittent downtime was just inexcusable. And now they’re telling me I’m over my disk space quota.

At my current host, it’s 1GB space for $7 a month, and at Dreamhost (where Cracked LCD and a few other sites are hosted), it’s like $8 a month for 200GB space, plus a bunch of advanced technologies like WebDAV and the latest version of PHP that allow me to do things like use my wiki.

Long story short, I have finally gotten around to switching my blog to Dreamhost. So, in the 48 hours (usually much faster) that the name servers change, comments and such might temporarily disappear.

In other news, I got my scooter serviced today and it runs wonderfully now. Also, it is a beautiful sunny day…I went down to the park where Kelly and I would play as kids and walked around near the creek there. I also put up the hammock. I’m in SUCH a great mood now that summer is here! :)

Also, for those of you who have things hosted on my server, all the hyperlinks and everything should still work after the transition. It just might take a while to get everything uploaded, as Fetch keeps saying “you do not have the privileges to download this file” to stuff that’s been on there for centuries.

Categories: Ennui

I had the greatest night tonight. But since I’m horrible at being linear, I’m prefacing it with a summary.

Right now I’m listening to the latest Robbie Williams album (recommended by Mark, of course, who has unquestionable taste. I just can’t resist him.

This weekend was incredible, actually. Me and Annie and Amanda worked at HorseCow all Saturday afternoon making these huge shelving thingies. (When you look at these pictures, I want you to know…there was NOTHING there when we started. We built the whole damn structure.

The night before that, me and Annie went to the opening of the new wing at Faces. I guess there wasn’t as much debauchery as I imagined, but we had a great time dancing and going outside to smoke (I’m starting to fake smoke again). And, of course, “are you inderpendeman”? (long story)

Before that (I know, I’m horrible with chronology in these posts), we had drinks and coffee at the Kasbah with this guy named Ben and his akward straight-esque boyfriend before we went to Faces. I found him…well…scintillating. I just can’t help but love skinny, psueudointellectual white boys who bear striking resemblances to Ripley.

God, I still miss Ripley. Do old wounds ever heal? I’m not sure. I guess it’s not a wound. I’ll always love/miss him, even though it might sound improbable, since I probably won’t see the guy for a long time. One of my most perfect memories is white, pure light streaming in from the open window that first morning. I opened my eyes, and there was his beautiful face. That just felt…well…perfect.

Okay, I’m getting off the track. But yeah, Ben is the one starting this transcendental art museum or something like that. I love pretentious people, it’s my greatest vice. At the Kasbah that night they had belly dancing performers every hour or so. They were incredible! Two of them did this dance with swords balanced on their heads…we were on tables in the very middle of the room and they were all dancing around us, it was like a personal show. We were all sampling each other’s drinks (pomegranate wine [mine], anise-flavored liqueur [ben's], Turkish coffee [mine also], and Yerba Mate in a gourd [Annie and Amanda's]).

On me and Annie’s walk back to get her bike, I was riding my scooter alongside her as we walked the seven or so blocks. This stupid fucking cop was all “I’m going to impound your scooter for 30 days” and all this bullshit but by the grace of the gods Annie talked him out of it. God, every night out seems to be a new act in “I Hate Cops,” a tragicomedy in an infinite number of acts by Darius Capulet.

On Saturday night, I accidentally left my phone at Annie’s and we ended up just looking for each other all that night, even though it was Second Saturday. I ended up going over to her house and after exchanging “WHERE WERE YOU?!”s, we watched The Hours and talked about how nothing is real until 3 a.m.

On Sunday, had breakfast at Annie’s, and I went home. Grammie was having some kind of bridge (the card game) night, and I wanted to vacate, so the fates led me to The Birdcage, across from Sunrise Mall, where me and my cousin always used to hang out all the time.

Starbucks at the cage.

I hung out and read The Bell Jar and IMed with this odd guy from Chico that messaged me this morning and is like, in love with me or something after IMing all afternoon. Anyway, I read for a while, sipping my iced soy chai, and then they randomly showed up.

More of Starbucks at the Cage.

It was so cool, all the like six friends I had before I moved down here all in one spot…and later when I went to Target I saw Devin’s girlfriend and Devin’s sister…I totally walked right by them ’cause I was talking to Patrick on the phone, and then I was like, “Wait…”. It was a cool night, I felt popular.

We’re having a huge St. Patrick’s Day party this weekend, and I SO can’t wait. I missed Kelly and Becky so much, I don’t know how I got sucked into my life so much that I didn’t try to make time for my friends. I dunno, I guess I just needed to sort of pull into myself after the breakup.

“I wasn’t pushing you away, I was pulling me closer to myself!” ;)

Seriously guys, I can’t remember having this much fun. Not being in a horrible spiraling pit of a doomed relationship does wonders for the psyche.

I can’t wait until Patrick comes! We are going to have so much fun.

Well, I sort of frittered away a lot of my sleep time to write this, but I had such a great time I couldn’t help but share it. I hope all your weekends were exciting :)

Categories: Ennui

I’m feeling lonely and nostalgic about the drug addicts, sociopaths and thieves I’ve loved. I’m downloading some cool stuff I listened to on Christen’s computer this afternoon and all this music I listened to when I was in 7th and 8th grade…

it’s making me feel old,

lost,

and utterly hopeless about the future of humanity.

On the bright side, I get paid tomorrow.

Blah. blah. blah.

At least I get to see Molly next week. That will totally rock!

I love iCal…I feel like such a Zen master with my phone with Internet access, my perfectly synced up calendar with all my appointments, classes, and to-do list.

The technology tells me what to do, and I do it.

Also, Google just released a new version of the Google Maps app for my phone that is ten times faster and doesn’t crash any more. I am in LOVE with it. Just punch in “Kasbah” or “Pub” and it finds the address and plots it on the map with directions. You can hit the button to call them too! I love never being lost again. I just need a phone with GPS and I will NEVER be lost. I also love situations like when we were at the British pub last night and didn’t know how to play darts, I just punched up Wikipedia on my phone.

I love the future.

I have the entire world’s knowledge in the palm of my hand.

I’ve been feeling rather hopeless about relationships lately. I don’t think I can deal with that level of drama again. Well, I guess next time I shouldn’t date Iago.

However, the conclusion that me and Christen seem to come to time and time again is that we are just the hottest and most tasteful bitches ever.

If our clan had a motto, it would be “Fuck everyone.”

It’s really the only way to cope with all the trite insanity that we’re subjected to every day.

Categories: Ennui

I just finished watching An Inconvenient Truth. It was very compelling…I’m in total agreement with his conclusion. We are fucked. But I am doing my part to help, my scooter gets a hundred miles a gallon (although I waste copious amounts of electrical power running distributed computing, bittorrent, and video encoding 24/7).

I seriously don’t know what to write about. There’s the normal BS of my life (scooter needed to be serviced 70 miles ago, I don’t have the money, more outrageous bank fees, my generalized poverty), and then the love life stuff (I don’t know if I can deal with a depressed guy that listens to horrible folk rock, even though he’s smokin’ hot and is rather intelligent [Josh II]; a nice guy I know that I have some things in common with, but he doesn’t seem to want to meet my friends or return my texts [Mark], and of course Patrick, who’s coming in three weeks and I’m not sure what that’s going to be like…I mean, I know we’ll have crazy fun, but I’m not sure how I feel about him.)

I’m absolutely sure that was an incorrect use of parenthesis, but I don’t care.

Christen just got back from class. I’m at her house, she had rented the Gore movie. Ariel, her adorable bird, kept chirping every five minutes, but she calmed down eventually.

I’m supposed to go to the Kasbah with Annie on Friday to meet a cool (gay) friend of hers (who has a boyfriend) and I’m supposed to bring Mark…which is really weird, since we’re not dating at all or even like hanging out. Weird.

I need to get wasted. But I don’t really drink. So…I guess my equivalent is to just watch lots and lots of Star Trek. I’m at the end of season six of Voyager, and I’m going to start the last season this week! I must admit, watching the last episode of a series sends me into spiralling depression, so I will probably turn it off before that last 20 minutes of the last episode. I wish I knew someone that was as into watching random sci-fi as I was. Someone snuggly…hmm…

Categories: Ennui

All my clothes are dirty and I’m too vain leave the house looking ugly.

So I missed my class this morning.

Categories: Ennui