Went running with Moonhuck today. It was interesting. Hardly a workout. It was workout enough getting her into a pair of running togs, and then actually getting her into the gait was trouble in itself. No matter, we had fun. Then it was breakdown to downtown. We just cruised and ate at Dick's Burgers on Broadway (best burgers in the damn city, no doubt.) It was fun, but I'm still sitting here at home, nine o clock on a Friday night. Shit. I need to get out more. Although, when I think about the possibilities (keggar with drunken frat-boys-in-training or a marathon shit-talk with the girls...) I realize that I really don't have the energy. Which is just as well, because I have a lot of homework to do. Ack. I'm off.
posted by
Anemone Ra at 9:05 PM
Bored...bored...bored...stuck at home again...spent all day running useless errands. No one was home. No one called. I'm going to go over to my aunts house with my mother to feed their cats. Shoot me now. I am coming unglued. Again. Tonight will be spent wallowing amidst television. And it better not damn well be Thursday...which I'm afraid it is...
posted by
Anemone Ra at 8:06 PM
Went to the John Singer Sargent exhibit at the Seattle Art Museum. It was fabulous. Predickertably, I fell in love with it. His sketches are fab. I'm enamored. I'm also inspired to do some more sketching. Post-art-absorption, the fam and I hit North Bend. North Bend is about an hour from my house, nestled amidst the mountain, and hosts the finest sporting-goods outlet stores. So we all splurged at the Nike outlet. In lieu of this gratitude,(and the upcoming track season) I recieved a new windbreaker, a pair of running shoes, two pairs of running shorts, and a nice sports bra. Thank god for outlet pricing. So tomorrow, I'm going to head down to Alki beach with my Nike gear and a sketchbook. (Thanks to the rents and John Singer Sargent.)
Guess who paged me today whilst shopping at North Bend. If you said "Emre", you are wrong. If you said "Martecus", you are also wrong. Caoimhin? Yup. I was temporarily surprised, but then I thought he wanted something, like a favor or a phone number or something. But he paged me again, and left a voice mail telling me to "call him." I was intrigued.
Turns out he realized that "we haven't talked in a while." So I listened to him talk about school again (which is really what our conversations are about; I'm too bored and complacent to bring up any kind of interesting subject matter, for instance my recent romantic developments, or anything else which pertains to me, for that matter.) It wasn't really too bad. It's not like it's tedious being his friend or anything. I have to remember he's not inherently evil; we like each other. He's good company. Don't feel threatened or repulsed by him. There's no reason we can't turn apathy and resentment into a flourishing bud of lifelong friendship.
And now he's on instant messanger. He says: Ra.
So I said: Caoimhin.
And we exchange pleasantries. Talk about the movie Mom and I saw today. Making witticisms at each other.
posted by
Anemone Ra at 11:25 PM
Just spent the night at Moonhucks' house. It was fun. I found a blank notebook (with delightfully unlined pages) at Borders. We spent the night collaging and eating everything in sight. Today...who knows what else it might hold?
For now, a shower. Peace.
(Around one o' clock)
Just got back from Emre's. I feel ravaged. It's a very nice thing, this feeling ravaged. Maybe I'm falling harder for him? I don't know. It's something certainly worth pondering. But I doubt that I have the capacity, the energy, or the desire to become extremely emotionally attached. Again. Unfortunately, such a thing has only led to extreme emotional disappointment and bitter feelings on my part. Just look at Diego. I'm still all fucked up about him. Caoimhin, well, shit; I'm just pissed off. Fucker. If he thinks for three seconds that as soon as he comes back, everything is going to be the same, he's wrong. Although it probably is presumptious to assume he will want anything to do with me, but give me the benefit of the doubt here. I have a feeling that our romance is on a "convenience" basis. I think I would absolutely love it if he came home "attached." Don't know why, but it would be good.
I like Emre better, anyways.
Today my parents and I head off to the SAM (Seattle Art Museum) to see the artist profiled..."John Singer Sargent" is the name. I haven't heard of him prior to this, but it proves to be an interesting experience. I'll no doubt fall in love with his work, like I usually do when I see an artist in a museum worth his shit. Life has been exceedingly strange. I think some more self-introspection is in order. Heh heh. Apparently it's been a popular sentiment recently. Everyone I know (or at least have been mildly acquainted with) seems to be giving themselves a once-over. My friend Josh knows what I mean. We buy the same brand of apathy.
Being a young adult today is tedious. All I do is wait for something. Moving out, going to college, getting back a test, finishing something. I hardly feel like I'm worth anything. Meaningless, pointless, mundane, drone existence. Perhaps I will find meaning in trying my hardest...although that always fails in the end.
I bought a deck of tarot cards for the simple reason that they were on sale for five bucks. Does that anger the cosmic gods that I'm a cheap little bastard? Should I have dropped the twenty for a new spanking set? NO. They are interesting, though. I think that they're used more as a thinking tool than a genuine telekinetic bit. I've never been a doubter. Just kind of a cautious sort. They're Shakespearian tarot cards, too, so the cards are emblazoned with neat little quotes from plays and what not.
Fried rice calls. I will be back.
Good night, world.
posted by
Anemone Ra at 5:03 PM
