Monday, January 14, 2002
Lately, I'm feeling a bit lost. I'm all akimbo. And I don't quite know where I want to go.
An aftereffect of the great head-hitting incident is that I decided to go Sober for a bit. That's right. I've stopped drinking. A very scary thing. I'm not 12-stepping or anything. I've just decided to go on the wagon for an indeterminate period of time. And boy, I have to say, going out to the bars in New Orleans and not drinking is VERY interesting. Wowzers.
One rather irritating thing that keeps happening lately is that I keep running into either guys who've been not so kind to me or guys that I've not been so kind to. Both of these situations arising in the dating arena, natch. The former situation pretty much ruined my little excursion into the French Quarter on Sunday. I immediately, while perusing sweaters at Banana, ran into a boy who just stopped calling me with no warning. Really cute, sweet guy too. I guess even cute sweet guys can be a dick sometimes. I do really regret not letting have his way the night he tried to molest me though. Feh.
Anyways, that just set the tone for a dismal afternoon. I wound up browsing CDs, getting coffee and reading a bit and then catching a bus back home. And the end of my perfect afternoon came when the city bus hit a car and nearly crashed at the corner of Poydras & Magazine. Well, at least it was a bit of excitement.
I'm off work for five straight days later in the week, over the weekend, so that should make for a bit of relaxation and fun. And I have both the extremelyex-boyfriend back in town and an old friend who'll be visiting to hang out with. Hopefully, I can curtail my anti-social tendencies enough to have some fun with them.
I much need to catch up on movies. I intend over those days to see The Royal Tennenbaums, Gosford Park and perhaps Amelie.
Ok, I'm done grousing for now...
An aftereffect of the great head-hitting incident is that I decided to go Sober for a bit. That's right. I've stopped drinking. A very scary thing. I'm not 12-stepping or anything. I've just decided to go on the wagon for an indeterminate period of time. And boy, I have to say, going out to the bars in New Orleans and not drinking is VERY interesting. Wowzers.
One rather irritating thing that keeps happening lately is that I keep running into either guys who've been not so kind to me or guys that I've not been so kind to. Both of these situations arising in the dating arena, natch. The former situation pretty much ruined my little excursion into the French Quarter on Sunday. I immediately, while perusing sweaters at Banana, ran into a boy who just stopped calling me with no warning. Really cute, sweet guy too. I guess even cute sweet guys can be a dick sometimes. I do really regret not letting have his way the night he tried to molest me though. Feh.
Anyways, that just set the tone for a dismal afternoon. I wound up browsing CDs, getting coffee and reading a bit and then catching a bus back home. And the end of my perfect afternoon came when the city bus hit a car and nearly crashed at the corner of Poydras & Magazine. Well, at least it was a bit of excitement.
I'm off work for five straight days later in the week, over the weekend, so that should make for a bit of relaxation and fun. And I have both the extremelyex-boyfriend back in town and an old friend who'll be visiting to hang out with. Hopefully, I can curtail my anti-social tendencies enough to have some fun with them.
I much need to catch up on movies. I intend over those days to see The Royal Tennenbaums, Gosford Park and perhaps Amelie.
Ok, I'm done grousing for now...
Sunday, January 13, 2002
Life has been full of work lately. The whole post Christmas slowdown has taken a while to happen this year for our store.
Blogging has gotten more complicated as it goes. I'm sometimes stuck in a bit of a moral quandry when I know that someone that I would be mentioning in the blog may be reading it. So, I wind up not blogging.
Anyways, I was briefly sort of dating someone, for like all of two or three dates. But he got real serious real fast and it freaked the hell out of me. Do not use the boyfriend word on a second date. In the end, I wound up not calling him back for a bit. Which now officially makes me the asshole. *sigh*
I went out to the Quarter with my friend Jon Jon last nite. It was SUPER boring. We went to Oz, not my favorite bar to begin with, but I was actually in the mood to dance. But... ugh... how can you dance to the crap they play there. I'm pretty sure you absolutely have to be on drugs. Yep, pretty sure. Pretty darn sure.
The gay 'scene' in the Quarter was pretty boring overall, with the possible exception of Rawhide. But, Jon Jon pretty much looked terrified from the moment we stepped into there, so that wasn't an option for hanging out. The trials and tribulations of having twink friends... Heh, sorry Jon Jon, but... um... if you're gonna still go by "Jon Jon", you qualify as twink...
Today, I'm gonna go do lunch with some friends and then hang out/stroll around in the Quarter. Have some coffee. Browse some CDs. Get out of the house, basically...
Blogging has gotten more complicated as it goes. I'm sometimes stuck in a bit of a moral quandry when I know that someone that I would be mentioning in the blog may be reading it. So, I wind up not blogging.
Anyways, I was briefly sort of dating someone, for like all of two or three dates. But he got real serious real fast and it freaked the hell out of me. Do not use the boyfriend word on a second date. In the end, I wound up not calling him back for a bit. Which now officially makes me the asshole. *sigh*
I went out to the Quarter with my friend Jon Jon last nite. It was SUPER boring. We went to Oz, not my favorite bar to begin with, but I was actually in the mood to dance. But... ugh... how can you dance to the crap they play there. I'm pretty sure you absolutely have to be on drugs. Yep, pretty sure. Pretty darn sure.
The gay 'scene' in the Quarter was pretty boring overall, with the possible exception of Rawhide. But, Jon Jon pretty much looked terrified from the moment we stepped into there, so that wasn't an option for hanging out. The trials and tribulations of having twink friends... Heh, sorry Jon Jon, but... um... if you're gonna still go by "Jon Jon", you qualify as twink...
Today, I'm gonna go do lunch with some friends and then hang out/stroll around in the Quarter. Have some coffee. Browse some CDs. Get out of the house, basically...
Friday, January 04, 2002
Since I've not done it in a while, I shall now simply ramble...
Books I've read recently... CHASM CITY by Alastair Reynolds, absolutely my favorite science fiction writer now. His imagination is SOO excellent. I like him so much, I just paid $42 to have a limited edition short novel by him shipped to me from England. Can't wait for it to get here. THE ALCHEMIST by Donna Boyd, remember when Anne Rice wrote halfway decent books? Well, this is on the par with those. Even if it obviously, like Rice, sets up for a sequel. Good book about an immortal alchemist.
The newest issue of New X-Men came out today. It's official now, IMO. It's the best comic book series currently being published. Bloody fucking brilliant.
*sigh* Back on November 9th, I mentioned a couple of guys that I had interest in. I've been thinking about the one I referred to as Guy #1 a lot. A whole lot. In the midst of the dating I've been doing lately, I've realized that I'm a bit of an odd fellow, unique at least. And it's hard for me to find a compatible soul. Guy #1 strikes me as someone I have a lot in common with. So, I called him a couple weeks ago. He never called me back. Then this past Sunday, I went out to the Quarter. Saw him out. He stopped to say hi and said something to the effect of, 'let me get to the bar to buy drinks.' Drinks. One of them for a very cute fellow he seemed to be with. Argh. I'm still sort of depressed about this.
Stupid stupid me.
Feh.
Books I've read recently... CHASM CITY by Alastair Reynolds, absolutely my favorite science fiction writer now. His imagination is SOO excellent. I like him so much, I just paid $42 to have a limited edition short novel by him shipped to me from England. Can't wait for it to get here. THE ALCHEMIST by Donna Boyd, remember when Anne Rice wrote halfway decent books? Well, this is on the par with those. Even if it obviously, like Rice, sets up for a sequel. Good book about an immortal alchemist.
The newest issue of New X-Men came out today. It's official now, IMO. It's the best comic book series currently being published. Bloody fucking brilliant.
*sigh* Back on November 9th, I mentioned a couple of guys that I had interest in. I've been thinking about the one I referred to as Guy #1 a lot. A whole lot. In the midst of the dating I've been doing lately, I've realized that I'm a bit of an odd fellow, unique at least. And it's hard for me to find a compatible soul. Guy #1 strikes me as someone I have a lot in common with. So, I called him a couple weeks ago. He never called me back. Then this past Sunday, I went out to the Quarter. Saw him out. He stopped to say hi and said something to the effect of, 'let me get to the bar to buy drinks.' Drinks. One of them for a very cute fellow he seemed to be with. Argh. I'm still sort of depressed about this.
Stupid stupid me.
Feh.
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