1:28 p.m. - 2004-03-24
how i yammer
I tried to flounder through some kind of entry last night, around three or four, but failed horribly. Then I continued staying up anyway. I blame the excessive amounts of Sparks consumed over at my friends' house. I feel strangely fine, however, today. Even...good?
I started really feeling like myself again on Sunday, at the Pedro the Lion show. I knew loads of people there, and something about the setting or the music or the hooch or the company just made me click back into the partyboy/social sensation part of myself. Phew. I was wondering if it would ever return. It was a great show on its own (Pedro was fucking great), eclipsed slightly by social circumstance.
Last night, I ended up seeing Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, which was SUPERB. Really a fucking cinematic achievement, I thought. Thank GOD the director was able to reign in Jim Carrey's unfortunate ability to make everything into a spectacle (in a bad way). I love watching artists like Kauffman to see what they will do. It's beautiful to me to see an artist progressing and also making a work that is more human or emotional, rather than starting from that point and descending completely into bitterness. It gave me hope, more for the world than myself, though.
Afterwards, I went to party at Josh and Jared's house and decided to abandon the idea of going back to the Vancouves and going with them to Colorado instead. Yay! While it veers away from my plan to go to Vancouver and get laid, I will probably have infinitely more fun with these boys. They are clever and boisterous and conducive to adventure-having.
I started out writing this, feeling like there was a profoundly good entry in me, waiting to be translated from thought to existence and reading over what I've written, I'm slightly horrified by the inanity. Oh well. Such is life, so should be my journal.
