thursday october 11 2001    |    1:58 a.m.

the diaryland hasn't been inspiring me much lately. i'm all smitten with the other site, ugly as it is at the moment. i've been finding it a nice new free webhost and thinking about logo and layout ideas and updating and whatnot.

and diaryland. i love it, but it's become like standing up in the middle of class and reciting a presentation with only a visual aid or two to hide behind. and i fucking hated giving presentations in class. so.

i mean, what to talk about? i'm dividing efforts between arguing with my father that razing the entire nation of afghanistan is probably not the right thing to do, and looking around on the internet and just cringing at all the haters. almost makes me wish i could give dubya a big hug and tell him, dude, you're doing the best you can, and so far i'm pretty well impressed. good job.

and, all kidding aside, i do mean that.

went to the kitchen's new covert sunday night thing this weekend. it's the chameleon club, always changing location, but always exactly the same on the inside. gothy goodness. it was fun: i danced my ass off and drank a lot of p & t's goldschlager and then this boy who was with us started buying me drinks and we got all nasty on the dance floor. so i turn around to talk to tatiana for like 30 seconds, and when i turn back the boy is in full makeout mode with another boy who is wearing a skullcap in 90 degree weather. then skullcap boy takes makeout boy by the hand and they disappear for a long time. tatiana and denise and i just stood there and laughed. i mean, come on! my life! it's almost like an abfab episode sometimes. when it's not, you know, a nightmare-on-elm-street-type, uh, episode. i don't know.

(the switching of tenses was intentional, ok? to punctuate the action and all that. blah.)

after leaving the club and dropping off tatiana, patrick and i parked near my house and got out of the car and talked while finishing off the goldschlager. talked till it started getting light out. and that was the best thing all weekend. starting to feel like i know him again.

oh blather. see, this is why the diaryland bothers me. everything's gotten forced.

time for a smoke.

i'm hanging out with leo on friday! yay! what will we do? it will most definitely have to involve going to see serendipity, since we're both obsessed with it for equally unfathomable reasons.

p.s. the boo radleys kick[ed] ass.