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the days have been kind of drifting by. some good, some bad, but nothing to grimace at overall. the alechemy workweek ended kind of funnily. i haven't been drinking after work anymore, and it's interesting to see everyone else i'd usually get cocked with going on without me. there was a real fuck of an ice storm that came through late saturday, early sunday, and i literally had to key the ice around kourt's passenger door in whipping wind and sleet, rip the door open with all my might, then the driver's door from the inside just to let her in to start her car. she could have been totally screwed that night, because she bent her key 180 in the frozen lock when she first came up, but luckily she bent it back and it held. maybe sixth floor parking would be better from now on. we still had a good time smoking and blabbing about nothing and everything until five in the morning. kourt gave me a belated christmas gift from her sister which she said her sister had ment to give me on christmas, but we only saw each other for a minute: a pen with a unfoldable trouble board on the end of it, complete with all boardgame pieces and pop-o-matic bubble :) what a sweetie. maybe this will get me to write and draw a little more... or maybe it will help remind me to stay in (or get out of) trouble. back to something dealing with the original story, this whole storm deal is making me question bringing a car up here so soon, because this just reeks of becoming brandon's new money pit. and onto something new that we were talking about that kind of irked me... for a while kourt's had this obsession over this kid in security. she's been way too shy to make the first move, but she totally wants him. sometimes after work, she'll be beaming over a casual kiss on the cheek from him or a little bit of a flirt. everyone knows what's going on and even a bunch of security have tried putting them in odd spots just to get one of them to move, because he's just as shy as she is. still nothing has happened. so yesterday he walks up to kourt and hands her a note (folded upon itself, just like we all used to do in school) with a smiley face on it, hands it to her, then walks away. she opens it and it reads something along the lines of "i really like you, do you like me?" she's sees him later on during the night at a distance, they catch eyes, and she nervously laughs. she said she hoped he didn't think she was laughing at him, but then again she didn't bother telling him she wasn't. christopher said he was such a pussy for pulling off that move (which yeah, but it was kinda sweet and at least he actually made a move) and now the poor kid thinks she was laughing in his face... and kourt wonders why she has no luck with guys.

i'm not really sure what to do with myself lately.

i saw james the other day and he was completely ecstatic over meeting the former chief editor of punk magazine at one of his cafe nine readings. he gave him a couple samples of his writing and had a nice lengthy discussion outside while smoking and inside over a few beers. he's hopeful that his work may be spread to a publishing connection that may have some interest in printing and advertising his work, or at least requesting something more of him. it was nice to see him beaming over this, even though he said he wasn't putting any kind of expectation on the experience... just that it was nice to see opportunity knocking, jump at it, and make a good impression. right on, dirty hippie :)