:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Tuesday, August 05, 2003 ::

Yarrrrrrrr...D'Yarr (With a tip of the hat to Kristin, wherever she may be)
In a break from my norm of not seeing movies, my brother and I shelled out far too much money ($3 for a 20oz bottle of Coca fucking Cola) to see the entertaining Pirates of the Caribbean today after spending too long wandering around Tyson's Corner, home of the overdressed plain girl with meathead accessory boyfriend (with the hearty side helping of Desis looking culturally conspicuous). It would appear that my brother has found an apparel store in (I'm not kidding) Abercrombie and Fitch, which caused me no end of pain today as he returned a shirt and bought a pair of $60, pre-abused, asshole-signifying jeans (old stereotypes die hard, harder when proven correct), which he seemed to like quite a bit. Concerned? Nah. I place a fair amount of faith on my brother's inherent individuality, and if he likes pre-worn jeans that flare a little that cost too much, that's not a concern until I have to accompany him to the store and put up with its blaring techno loop (needless to say, every store features the same one) that inhibits conversation at all but the two-foot range. Oh, that I had Christian's savvy with pant-finding.

Though it's wonderful to have things on good terms with Jenn again (as I again anxiously await the ninth), regrettably her present locale is, by my estimate, home to the second-largest static generator of the continental U.S. Or just WAY out of most wireless companies' service range, whichever's likelier. Though it's still most nice to hear from her every night or so, I can only hear roughly a fifth of everything she says, which is remarkably nonconducive to conversation, especially given my pet peeve of having to either repeat things or having others do so. Oh well. I don't have long to wait before I'm fucking there, and this won't be an issue at all.

I'm not one to indulge myself in too many online quizzes, but according to the exam sent my way by one Allison Davis, it would appear that I'm 33.92505% - Total Geek, presumably from the reference point of a Geek, rather than the Abercrombie McNorthfaces that populate much of the relevant demographic. Speaking of which, I went on my first 1 a.m. run through Avenel in a long while, this one being fueled by the Propellerheads' (gosh, remember them?) Decksandrumsandrockandroll. I'm still intent on holding Anne to our little agreement to run together, as apart as we may be while running since she confesses she can't very well and I have to listen to music to keep myself distracted enough to keep running anyway. It's fair if she gets to show me up and swim laps around (or beside, as it were) me at the Bryn Mawr pool every once in a while, though I usually go to horse around. All of this provided that, I hear from her soon; I don't know how to take "Here, why don't I just call you?" but without any more than that, it's apt to fester, though I'd be going against a tradition of tolerance to make it into a Big Deal. Allow me to use Harry Potter 5 as an example: Dumbledore's grand mistake was not telling Harry anything. Even though he had his reasons, he still takes the blame for not accounting for Harry's own psychology. (Weak, even for an Aziz analogy, but HP's a common language 'round these parts.) The Bottom Line is that it came at a bad time, and even though I should have probably expected her to be otherwise occupied, it still doesn't feel all that great.

Hilariously enough, Jenn and I are doubtless both in cigarette-intensive areas, with my brother taking his odd glee in smoking with me, and Jenn being at Sandy (Read: Pleasure, as in from Pinocchio) Island. I don't know what it is about my system, but even Marlboro Reds are failing to do much besides make me wish I weren't smoking Marlboro Reds. So far, it's been either Luckys, or Eclipses. I think the secret choice in the option is neither, especially if I want to keep jogging without feeling like breathing sandpaper. Hopefully the weather will improve in her neck of the woods so that at least she can smoke outside ;) . The phone is on, I check my e-mail, and I'm awake. I love you.

Music: Again, random found Massive Attackery. Noteworthy was a minimalist remix of "Angel" by Blur, featuring rudimentary sampling and a Speak N' Spell. Like most Blur, more interesting than good, but not necessarily bad.

:: Aziz 3:17 AM [+] ::
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