12:49 p.m. - 2004-05-14
lastnightiwenttoashowanditwasfun
I probably should be doing my last few bits of work, but I can't bear the thought of it right now. Last final yesterday. I don't really know how it went. I'm automatically in the C-zone, seeing how it is SCIENCE and I am but a language artist.
Whatevs. My crew and I decided to get our drunk on late yesterday afternoon. The whole experience did not couple nicely with our decision to watch Elephant. About that...I dunno. I can't really separate from my inner critic these days. Even though Elephant is a really impressive piece of work, there were little droplets of weak sauce all over it. Van Sant is getting a lot of credit for the bold, unapologetic way he approached the film with, and he should. I was disappointed to see how strictly Van Sant followed the far-right's belief that violence and parents that ignore kids are at the root of any and all school/youth violence. I was a little disappointed at the simplicity in how the shooters were portrayed for that. And trying to make sense of what they did was obviously this movie's biggest challenge. Also, I generally pretty much hate the dropping of the blackscreen letting us all know whose story we are being told right now. Very few people seem able to get that form of direction right, and everyone who can't seems a bit dilettantish for even trying.
Whatevs. After the movie, we went and filmed a friend of mine trying to snowboard on campus. This kid went up to Blue Mountain, got a few trashcans of snow and set up snow along some staircase/rail outside of the stadium. Lots of botched takes and behind-the-scenes commentary while I was filming.
We got out party on after all that, leading me to getting sloshed like a bastard at the Ritz, probably the last time I'll go there. I hate the feeling doing something for the last time. It's easy for me to get self-important over that shit, while laughing at how stupid it is to try and feel unique about treasuring the last moments of college and college town life.
My crush did turn up last night. He had read my last story from this semester, so we had a little talk about that. He has officially been wearing the same clothes for one solid week. I am intrigued, if a little taken aback. He's so fucking ridiculously cute though, he can really get away with anything, as far as I'm concerned. Except for not sleeping with me. However, I may just have to accept that not happening.
My parents are coming this afternoon. I am going to have to do some inventive juggling if I am expecting to get drunk constantly and still spend a little time with them here and there over the next couple of days. Josh is also gone this weekend. And while that is sort of shitty and heartbreaking on a lot of levels, it does give me the opportunity to get wasted, not have to drive, sleep in his awesomehugebed and listen to random music all night whilst I am asleep. It's also fun to try and channel Josh while I am playing at being a downtown partyboy. Mostly just by trying to get substantially drunker than everyone else, which I was lucky enough to pull off last night. Lucky, I say.
The numbers on the face of my watch are silver, and I am currently catching the sunlight along their surfaces, looking at the refracted numbers on the wall. It's sweet. Clearly, this is a sign that I must get to work immediately.
