Entry #696 (or "Another State of Mind")
Dear Diary,
Today was such a weird day. They all blur together anymore, but the way I remember it, I walked downstairs to make a sandwich or two. Elijah has been staying over, and he borrowed some equipment to play some music. Doug gave me an ipod cable, which is awesome, because I lost my cable some time ago. It's rad to be able to put new shit on there, and also to be able to charge it whenever I want. Hooray for that!
Then I went for a walk, to the Western/Wilshire Metro stop. My objective was to see how long it would take (roughly) to walk from there to here, in case I suggest that someone takes the train up here to visit me. It took way longer than I thought. About 45 minutes. Which isn't great. But walking back is mostly all downhill, so if someone takes their bike, it'll be a total NBD. I'll have to walk to the Washington stop on the Blue Line to see if that's any better.
Then I went with Doug and Elijah and a carfull of other people to see Moment Trigger play at this super artsy art gallery on Hollywood Blvd. It's pretty rad going out and doing things with my room mates. I'd like to do more of that. A few of us walked down to Trader Joes, where I picked up some much craved hummus. I also ran into Sean McElwain. I like that dude a lot. I need to get my bike up here so we can do that bike tour of LA we've been talking about.
We get back to the gallery, and Moment Trigger starts playing. It was part of some performance art piece, where this lady cut these sheets of paper that were hanging up with razor blades. it was kind of meh, but I appreciated the concept. Some hipster'd out dude kept ripping the paper himself, and I don't think he really "got" it. Or whatever, maybe I'm wrong, maybe it was meant to be more collaborative. Whatever.
After that, I ended up going over to this girl's house in Echo Park to give her this stereo receiver. She started to like, critique my clothes and shit, and she ended up somehow getting me to go out to this bar wearing a bunch of her clothes. I mean, it was just an Avengers shirt, a leather jacket (which was really nice actually), and skinny jeans. I don't know how I felt about the jeans. I think the biggest deal was that the pants didn't have front pockets. What the fuck is up with that??
Anyway. This girl is super hot, and I'm for sure trying to get in her pants, so I guess that's part of it. There was a show at the bar we went to, and a bunch of the Long Beach crusty dudes were there, so it was a little weird. I for sure felt like a douche in those clothes, but whatever. I live in LA now, it's expected.
Uh, I guess long story short, she kissed me, and ended up feeling my junk a little, but no sex. what is my deal with that? I seem to always get into a situation where the next logical step is having sex, but for one reason or another it doesn't end up happening. I don't know how I feel about that.
But driving through LA at like 3 AM blasting shitty emo is sort of my new favorite thing. It's really rad to drive through places that are usually super fucking crowded when absolutely no one is out. The shitty emo part is just an added unrelated bonus.
Ugh. Also, what's the deal with supermarkets? I feel so uncomfortable there. Like, what the fuck am I doing here? I don't know how to cook this steak. Which steak is a good steak? is that a good price? Maybe I should just stay out of the steak aisle.
Uh. Fuck. that's it, I guess. Weird day.
Also, this dear diary format was just a goof, I'm not going to keep making entries like this.
Today was such a weird day. They all blur together anymore, but the way I remember it, I walked downstairs to make a sandwich or two. Elijah has been staying over, and he borrowed some equipment to play some music. Doug gave me an ipod cable, which is awesome, because I lost my cable some time ago. It's rad to be able to put new shit on there, and also to be able to charge it whenever I want. Hooray for that!
Then I went for a walk, to the Western/Wilshire Metro stop. My objective was to see how long it would take (roughly) to walk from there to here, in case I suggest that someone takes the train up here to visit me. It took way longer than I thought. About 45 minutes. Which isn't great. But walking back is mostly all downhill, so if someone takes their bike, it'll be a total NBD. I'll have to walk to the Washington stop on the Blue Line to see if that's any better.
Then I went with Doug and Elijah and a carfull of other people to see Moment Trigger play at this super artsy art gallery on Hollywood Blvd. It's pretty rad going out and doing things with my room mates. I'd like to do more of that. A few of us walked down to Trader Joes, where I picked up some much craved hummus. I also ran into Sean McElwain. I like that dude a lot. I need to get my bike up here so we can do that bike tour of LA we've been talking about.
We get back to the gallery, and Moment Trigger starts playing. It was part of some performance art piece, where this lady cut these sheets of paper that were hanging up with razor blades. it was kind of meh, but I appreciated the concept. Some hipster'd out dude kept ripping the paper himself, and I don't think he really "got" it. Or whatever, maybe I'm wrong, maybe it was meant to be more collaborative. Whatever.
After that, I ended up going over to this girl's house in Echo Park to give her this stereo receiver. She started to like, critique my clothes and shit, and she ended up somehow getting me to go out to this bar wearing a bunch of her clothes. I mean, it was just an Avengers shirt, a leather jacket (which was really nice actually), and skinny jeans. I don't know how I felt about the jeans. I think the biggest deal was that the pants didn't have front pockets. What the fuck is up with that??
Anyway. This girl is super hot, and I'm for sure trying to get in her pants, so I guess that's part of it. There was a show at the bar we went to, and a bunch of the Long Beach crusty dudes were there, so it was a little weird. I for sure felt like a douche in those clothes, but whatever. I live in LA now, it's expected.
Uh, I guess long story short, she kissed me, and ended up feeling my junk a little, but no sex. what is my deal with that? I seem to always get into a situation where the next logical step is having sex, but for one reason or another it doesn't end up happening. I don't know how I feel about that.
But driving through LA at like 3 AM blasting shitty emo is sort of my new favorite thing. It's really rad to drive through places that are usually super fucking crowded when absolutely no one is out. The shitty emo part is just an added unrelated bonus.
Ugh. Also, what's the deal with supermarkets? I feel so uncomfortable there. Like, what the fuck am I doing here? I don't know how to cook this steak. Which steak is a good steak? is that a good price? Maybe I should just stay out of the steak aisle.
Uh. Fuck. that's it, I guess. Weird day.
Also, this dear diary format was just a goof, I'm not going to keep making entries like this.