tuesday january 6 2001    |    10:20 p.m.

i don't think i knew how much i wanted this job until this afternoon when i saw the publisher's letterhead on an envelope in my p.o. box. had to walk across the street and light a cigarette and sit on a bench to prepare for possible rejection. unfolded the letter, only a few lines of type and so already i feared the worst. but no, it was an invitation to come back and continue the interview process over spring break. hell yeah! so i'll be city-bound again sometime in early march.

speaking of new york city and people who rock, i also got her tape in the mail yesterday. i haven't listened to it yet because i've hardly been in my room and awake in the past couple of days, but i can't wait to hear it. i promise i will send yours out very very soon, i just have to get my stuff together and do it. and the affair with the mixtapes continues.

shit. valentine's day is in a week, isn't it. this means more things to send in the mail, not counting the backed-up packages. i've been slacking.

i'm reviewing a brian jonestown massacre ep for the radio station right now, and wow, they've degenerated. the level of motivation and chutzpah, which is generally and understandably not very high in bjm recordings, is just ridiculous. it sounds like they barely care enough to lift their instruments, much less pluck sounds out of them. the title "whatever hippie bitch" strikes me as especially ironic. although of course, as you kenyon kids know, if marlow could read this he's probably kick my arse. rumor has it he's been trying to get in the band. heh heh.

managed to make it to both of my morning classes today, so i think i'll be able to make myself graduate after all. this has to be a good sign. but as a result of that and a couple of other factors (mainly, smoking with adam this afternoon) i've been sleeping for most of the day. although i did manage to get the paper written and turned in. now i'm tired and a little fuzzy and about to dig into some catch-up dante reading. bleh.

or maybe i'll read vanity fair for a while. or stuff packages. ooh decisions.

let's go see a show, damnit. any ideas?