:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Monday, December 29, 2003 ::

[ i need a map, i need a map... ]

I’d start with something else, but the Kid606 in my ears is making it impossible to mention anything else at the moment. I obtained him, along with a great quantity of other music, from al3x, who displayed an exceptional degree of friendliness and generosity. I also need to see Conor and Allison and Amy and Kate if possible; I haven’t seen Kate for ages in any kind of meaningful way, and I fear that it’s a little too late to save that bit of closeness. The task of keeping close to everyone you’ve cared about recently is a staggering one, doubly so for the insecure social butterfly-of-sorts.

A slew of movies have I seen, recently, none of them really worth more than a passing mention, save Lost In Translation, which is worth going to, if only for yet another superb portrayal of a Broken Character by Bill Murray. Juils didn't seem as unsettled as I was, but odds are good it spoke to fears I feel more deeply than she, though she could just (and most likely is, regardless) simply more stable.

In addition to lifting weights while watching borrowed copies of the Family Guy (Season 3, again a \/\/00T to 3), I’ve recently gotten ahold of a nice scarf from mom and a nifty furry skullcap that, unfortunately, is genuine in its furriness: it’s covered in shedding angora fur, but Kelley claims that rabbits are merely(!) shaved for their fur, and not slain. The big jeans-nice sweater combo has only been improved by the scarf; I can only hope I look this decent when I get to see Jenn soon. Hers and my schedule has a lot more overlap this time around, and I’m most glad for it. It feels a lot more realistic to plan our futures around each other; we spent a good half-hour talking about children’s names and probable features, which speaks to the intertwined nature of our perceived futures. I’ve been a spot insensitive since I’ve been at home, which has resulted in three fights and three resolutions in three nights (hey, fundamentally, the good stretch we’re in hasn’t gone anywhere). Really, it’s not a big deal in my estimation, but she can’t see that when we’re fighting: fights really fuck with her, in her own words. Between the continuation of Our good patch and mutual nightowlery, evenings have tended to end in long, 3-4 hour conversations that leave my soul full of joy. If only it stuck a little bit, and influenced what the fuck I said to her, but that should hopefully be an issue for the past. I’ve gotten her a couple of decent smallish gifts, but am eyeing snagging her several Pretty Nice Things when she’s in town. Speaking of which, she got a new cute VAIO. I’d be lying if I said that didn’t exacerbate the already-evident flaws in my own machine, but I’m really quite happy for her, not to mention the host of new sweet hardware to fool with when I visit her, which I want to be all the time. I should definitely ease up on the spending, though. I’ve spent perhaps around $75 on the folks’ card since I’ve been home. At least I’ve only smoked one cigarette, which hilariously enough, was of the same brand with which Jenn broke her detoxification resolution the same night as I. Just taking stock of thing at the moment, though, I’m most pleased with the way things stand. I should see her when I go to New York City for New Years’ (unless sloth undermined said plans), then again from the day after my birthday to whenever she decides to go home and get ready for second semester. This burst of sweetness comes at the cost of a return visit to Santa Barbara, but I’ll be out there again for the summer, and will see Anne before school starts anywhoo, with her being on this coast come the 13th or so.

In a burst of occasional extravagance, dad got a new TV for the family room. It's the biggest the house has seen, at a fucking cumbersome 36 inches of flat-screen high-definition ready-to-dispense-with-t3h-crap slickness. Getting it anywhere was quite the ordeal. Working together really strains the bonds of family; we really can't stand each other a lot of the time. Dinner was awfully good, though. Found a nifty little South Indian vegetarian place in Tacoma Park that may well put Woodlands to shame. It’s about time to get to bed (like three hours ago, but what the hell do I have to get up for?), and despite the immediately preceding ribald remark, I really should return to a more acceptable schedule.

Music: I'm'a take a moment to express my enthusiasm for the absurd beat-skillz and sick samplage of Kid606, upinheah. I mean, Christ, he’s got Yello’s “Oh Yeah” bouncing around to a nasty distorted kick at well past 160bpm interpolating with a fairly standard slew of reggae samples. My profuse thanks to 3 for the introduction.

:: Aziz 1:54 AM [+] ::
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