I a...

I am quitting Crew.

I came...

I came into Crew practice totally unmotivated today. I had so many other things on my mind: historic preservation, my architectural drawing floor plan. I didn't do well. A varsity guy yelled at me for not yelling at him: "Coxswains are supposed to yell!". The issue really isn't about yelling but what to yell. The coxswains are supposed to critique the form of the team on the erg, but I don't really know what to say. Bad form is so subtle. I also need to work on my voice. I lost my grip on my Don't-Fuck-With-Me voice that I used in Crew fall quarter. Blah. I just don't know. I can't tell if I am going to enjoy this or not.Today the high is seventy-one. Woo-hoo!! I love sunny, warm days. This morning I need to type up my article summary, finish the last touches on my landscape critique and then I am set for Preservation. After that class, I am going to labor over my floor plan until Speech, then hopefully finish it up tonight. If I don't finish it tonight, I have time before class on Wednesday.

Today ...

Today I am going to be drawing. Whoopee. This floorplan looks tedious but Tony said it wouldn't take too long. I just need to do it. Unfortunately, it is going to be so beautiful out: 65 degrees. I don't want to be stuck indoors. Maybe I'll leave the back door open and the screen door closed so the air can get in.

I'm glad Leslie...

I'm glad Leslie is home. The house isn't right when she's not here.

Today I am ven...

Today I am venturing into the back alley behind the customs house on Bay Street to take polaroids, record the sounds, and just sit there for an hour or two and "feel" the landscape. Then I have to roughly sketch the terrain of the alley and write a narrative about it. How fun!! I love preservation.Today I must start on my floorplan for the Architectural Drawing. If Idon't, anxiety is going to rip me in shreds. I just hope I can remember what scale I have to convert it to.

How is it that...

How is it that my room is colder than Leslie's yet Leslie's window is open? I don't understand, and it's bothering me. Maybe I'll steal her space-heater...Ralphie and I have had a solid day of getting to know each other. We discusssed Missy Elliott's pussy, George Bush and his anti-environmental agenda, what makes a great cappucino, etc. Then we ate together, and he swiped at my feet a lot, all while I was hunched over my goddamn Architectural Drawing homework that I have been working all day on to make it perfect. The sad thing is, it's just a late homework assignment, but the fact that it has taken me all day and all last night bothers me. Am I that slow and A.D.D. to handle this kind of drawing? I'm not even A.D.D. What exactly is A.D.D.? I need to get out--I'm still in my pajamas and haven't showered yet.

For som...

For some reason exhaustion has plagued me all day. I went to bed at a decent hour, 12:30, woke up at 9:30, felt too tired to get up so went to sleep again until 10:30, then went to class. After class, I took a short nap. Damn. I feel much better now, and I think I am up for a night of drawing one inch boxes full of lines. Somebody please fuck me.There's exciting police activity outside. Some random undercover cop is blocking Jones Street right in front of our house. He's just standing there, but hopefully he'll arrest somebody or shoot at moving objects or something tittilating like that.I really want to go out tonight and say hi to my posse at the dorms, but I have so much work to do! Aaah! I am afraid that this is going to be the situation all quarter: too busy to see anybody or do anything.

My room is ret...

My room is returning to its formerly sterile state. It is starting to look like nobody lives here. Thank God. Now I can finally walk without stepping on my clothes or tripping on a book. I love it when everything is clean, clear, and uncluttered.I think fuck is the the most compelling, entertaining word known to the English language.

Fuc...

Fuck me.

I...

I hate waking up with a headache. This morning I got up at around 12:30 and my head was throbbing and I was congested. Blah. My instant headache cure was to fumble into some clothes and make my way to Firefly so I could a) get my blood flowing and be out in the cold so my nose would run and my congestion eased b) get food in my system which sometimes is all I need for the pain to go away, and c) caffeine, the oh-so-important drug that I drink lots of. Luckily, going out worked and now I am back and my headache is nearly gone.Today I need to do homework, which shouldn't be difficult as it is mostly reading for landscape preservation and a stupid, simple outline for speech. Then I work at Cafe Mucha tomorrow, which Renee said was probably going to be my last day, now that Kaydn can work again.

Tonig...

Tonight was nearly perfect. I got to do two things that I haven't done in a long, long time: party, and dance. I couldn't be more pleased with the party. Just the right amount of people came, and those that did come were some of my closest friends. Nobody got wasted and threw up. Nobody passed out. It went very smooth, and though the party involved alcohol, it did not get out of control and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.Despite temporarily losing my wallet and being left behind by the posse, I managed to get to Club One to join my friends and I had such a good time just dancing. I swear all the gays of Savannah were there. I saw Psychology Matt, Josh, Cliff, Mr. Special Occasion, and met Jeremiah's hot Puerto Rican friend. There was eye candy all around me, but unfortunately nothing really directed towards me. That's always the case and I don't really care. The club is the last place you want to pick up a man. Only God knows what precautions come with the package. It was kind of odd to have Matt there. He's such a tool, I can't tell whether he likes me or not, or whether he just finds me to be a potential friend, or neither. He keeps telling me he'll call me and we'll go out, but that hasn't and probably will never happen. He used to flirt with me during Psychology and even gave me his digits, but I called him and that went nowhere. He baffles me.While I was dancing I noticed that Jeremiah was all over this one guy and it made me sick. How disgusting. They were groping each other right in front of Tony. I noticed at one point that Tony was missing, so I went to find him. We sat for a few minutes, then the club closed. I can't beleive Jeremiah was doing that. It's rude and inappropriate, especially after you cheated on him. I had to kiss Jeremiah's ass because he was my sole ride, but I was still disgusted.

Tomorrow i...

Tomorrow is going to be entirely involved with my party. Emily bought the alcohol, and I still have to buy the decorations, the lights, the games. I didn't get to the invitations, but oh well. I will just call people. I'm a little anxious about it. I want people to enjoy themselves. I want it to be fun, but I don't want it to get out of control. That's why it is not going to be a drunken stupor party, but a cocktail party, which is going to be mainly social. There's nothing I can't stand more than a party that turns into a frat party where the goal of the night is to throw up everywhere and pass out. That is definitely not my idea of a good time. I don't think that will happen with my friends though. They aren't exactly the frat type.

Today ...

Today is stunning. I am in such a happy, elated mood because of it. It is sunny...the wind is rustling the trees, the shadows are moving, splotches of sun dye the bricks on Jones Street. It is seventy-two degrees, the palm trees are whispering, people are walking and in the squares. On days like this, Savannah feels like paradise.

I don't want ...

I don't want to work today, it's my birthday. It doesn't feel like a birthday, though. Uhhh...I'm going to make today amazing, no matter what.

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My birthday is tomorrow!

Em just ...

Em just made potato gratin, with cheddar cheese strewn gratuitously over the top, in typical Emily fashion. I love food. Especially when I'm hungry. Or when I am eating it.I have such intense and deep thoughts I dazzle myself.I don't want to go to work tomorrow. Why I agreed to help out I don't know. Why I am continuing to work I don't know either. I could easily just say I am not going to work for her anymore. It's not like she can fire me, I already quit.I have a feeling I am going to have an exciting quarter. I went to see Taylor and Allison and Lauren last night. We had such a blast. I haven't had that much fun with them in a long time. I think that the key to my happiness in this house is not to be a slave to it; not to let it alienate me from the rest of my friends. Though I am far away from everyone else, if I make an effort to see people, the results will be well worth the effort.

I am in ...

I am in Savannah finally! It was sooo good to see Taylor and Allison and Emily. I feel so at home when everyone is here. Taylor and I had the most enjoyable drive to Savannah ever--we stopped at Hooters for lunch (where we had our picture taken in front of the sign) in Macon so we could gaze admiringly at the motorcycle gang, spiky mullets, and Loretta Lynn hair-dos. It was truly eye-opening, especially when we were dressed in our urban finest. We then proceeded to Dublin, where we took some sexy photos of us next to the tractors and trucks by the freeway, then at a trailer park. Quintessential. Then we finally arrived in Savannah, where Emily, Durf and I listened to Missy on my stereo I brought from home for the living room, then we smoked cloves. It made me so happy. It is odd how my room at my parents' house isn't my room anymore, my bed there isn't my bed. I didn't sleep very well. I wanted my futon.Classes start tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it, although I agreed to work for about two weeks at Cafe Mucha until the new-hire's ankle gets better. So...I'm up at six tomorrow morning. Bleh. I am way too nice to Anissa.

After a dela...

After a delay at Alex's house, a big group of us headed down to Little Five Points for some Indian food and then shop. My mission was to find a unique long-sleeve shirt that would complement my new jeans from Montreal. After sifting through Little Five Points with no success, save a pair of hot sunglasses, we all proceeded to the Highlands and to (surprise) Bill Hallman. I can always rely on the store to have unusual, fun, and unique albeit expensive clothes. I stumbled on this hot long-sleeve green shirt with skeletons on it--I can't describe it but it is tight and very suave. I'm such a clothes-whore, it's disgusting. At least I have a complete outfit now. I found what I was looking for, so I feel very content. Taylor and I, after parting with Alex and her posse, went to Dish for my birthday dinner. I received a hot Chippendales calendar and a citrus candle--I love citrus. We had a great, intellectual discussion and the food was to die for. I feel like such a twenty-something buying expensive clothing and expensive food. Once I get to Savannah it will be time to trim the financial expenditures. Savannah is tomorrow! I can't wait to return to highs in the sixties (not thirties), and to see everyone again, and a city with life, unlike during the break when no one was around. We are going to swing by Borders to exchange a cd I got, then make a stop at Lenox to peruse through Urban, then head on down to Savannah. On the way, we plan on taking sideroads and stopping through small, deprived Georgia towns to have our pictures taken. What a sick pleasure. Renee asked me if I would work at Mucha for a week or two every Monday and Wednesday until the new employee's broken ankle was mended. I said yes. That could have been a really stupid decision, but I don't think it will be a hassle. At least I will be making some money. Not much longer until I'm home!

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Last night was the most fun New Years I've had in a long time. Alex, Jim, Noah, and I went to Jim's house to watch this crazy Spanish film. I was going to go home afterwards, but instead decided to stay the night. So since I wasn't going anywhere, I decided to get drunk. The four of us raided the liquor cabinet and I had two glasses of wine, a screwdriver, a rum/apple juice drink, about a shot of Peach Schnappes, and chocolate milk with Pepppermint Schnappes. In other words, I drank a lot of alcohol and got drunk--probably as inebriated as I've ever been. It was such a riot. Alex drunk is a rarity, so I enjoyed it to its fullest extent. I woke up the next morning lightheaded and nauseous, but drank a lot of water and then ate an incredible southern meal Jim's mom made, so all was better. I think I've had enough drinking for a while--or at least until the festivities in Savannah.Canada was coooold--it stayed below freezing the entire trip. At one point the sidewalks were covered in a thick layer of ice, so a quick jaunt to the Gap turned nearly lethal as I tried not to slide into oncoming traffic. The country entirely through me off--it was a blend of France and America, so I never knew what to expect. People would greet you in perfect French, then the next minute talk to you in slang English. The road signs were all in French, and the french language was the primary language everywhere, yet Montreal was so modern...so Atlanta I guess. Such an odd combination.The shopping was incredible. There was an entire building devoted to hip energy jeans, cheap and crappy quality though they are. I bought a really naughty pair of jeans from the Levi store. They're very low, very tight even on me, which is difficult to find, and they have a nice vintage wash. I can't wait to wear them, although they're very tight. At least I have a pair of tight jeans now.Savannah is soon--I can't wait. I am ready for warmth and palm trees and friends. I can't wait to see Leslie and Emily and Taylor and Tony and Richard, Allison, etc. It will be great to be in Savannah when there are people there! I need to shower and shave...I feel gross from all the liquor and fried chicken.