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Aug. 28th, 2001 04:45 pmok. where to start? I feel it's important to record some of the events this weekend, even if they may not be anything extraordinary.
Friday. my new alarm clock failed to wake me up. went directly to my friend, the CEO at ObjectPlanet. pizza, pilsner, potato chips, & PlayStation2. nice party of programmers and nerds. Pädde showed up too, his girlfriend kicked our collective asses in Grand Tourismo 3. nice to have contacts.
good and drunk I went to Møllers about at 23. there Korova, Farmen, & Jonny sat and waited. Korova told me she was going to Kjinge's the following night. so did I.
saturday: met Callie early, we've had a long standing appointment to go to Bonaparte and buy me clothes. didn't turn out too expensive after all; there was a sale between seasons, and most articles were off, even if the selection wasn't anywhere near what it is during the high season.
we carefully avoided the royal wedding. sat for at least an hour on Café Provence and waited for Maragor and Korova. caught the train just as the latter was boarding. missed at least one bus because we went to the wrong bus stop.
"I do so not look like Johnny Cash!" --black dressed Callie, wearing my Stetson and carrying my guitar case
Eppen and Kjinge had started the party already when we arrived. punk songs go well to start. and I brought my guitar, Eppen brought his guitar, and things went very well. then I suggested we call Bast, and then things went a little downhill.
because Bast came, after all. and not having seen each other in four months, we wanted to talk over things that had passed in between. in front of Callie. not the best of ideas, perhaps, but I feel compelled to nurture as many of my friendships as I can. can't blame Callie for feeling jealous, though - Bast certainly is a stunner, and witnessing that we held each other's attention like that must have been hard for the poor girl.
so when I returned to her side she started poking me, saying "mine" (essentially). and asking me if I was really hers. I attempted to avoid the question. she needed to know, she said. she needed confirmations, she said. reassurances, she said. but when I eventually explained how I felt as opposed to her, there was little I could do to prevent her from crying.
she fell asleep soon after. didn't wake up from Eppen or me playing old punk songs on our guitars either.
and Bast asked me if I felt for a walk, and I ended up walking her home. we talked for a while and looked at her picture albums from Poland. I worried slightly that Callie should wake up and miss me, but I counted on the wine. that way it didn't matter that I got lost in the morning mists and didn't find home until around 07. =P
luckily Callie had forgotten most of this in the morning. didn't even remember where she was. and Kjinge and Korova were understanding, even if they didn't ask what I'd been up to.
my usual retrospective analysis tells me I haven't done anything wrong. sure, to outsiders it might look bad, me running off with a beautiful girl like that... but how can it be considered inappropriate when she uses the time with me to tell me of her fantastic boyfriend? she shares her tales of loss and anticipation. of guilt and exhilaration. of love and disappointment. things Callie would be silent about, poor thing. this is therapy, nothing less.
Bast and I developed a strangely close friendship in just one night this spring. this is rare and precious. and it needs to be respected, not to be left to wither, it needs encouragement. nourishing.
so I promised I'd go to the movies with Bast soon. either Bridget Jones or Jurassic Park 3. her suggestions, not mine.
fuck. Kjinge wants to go out with me tomorrow. I'm supposed to attend the boy's club tonight. Thursday I need to talk to Rex. and BadCop. and write back to Lorien and Kari. and the band needs my time as well.
oh, did I mention my family?
when I came home after work last night (had a meeting on the press pub with coupla of my colleagues) I was exhausted. listened to the metal show on the radio and talked to Kjinge and Simon on the phone. I think they called twice each. stone tired, I neglected to do what I should at home, playing Diablo instead.
Callie and Chris are right, it probably is laziness after all. but how to deal with it properly? can't eat no breakfast cuz mah kitchun is filthy. can't clean mah kitchun cuz I gots no enerjy.
bah. I've been at work for five hours now. can't seem to get any more done anyway. hasta la vista.
Friday. my new alarm clock failed to wake me up. went directly to my friend, the CEO at ObjectPlanet. pizza, pilsner, potato chips, & PlayStation2. nice party of programmers and nerds. Pädde showed up too, his girlfriend kicked our collective asses in Grand Tourismo 3. nice to have contacts.
good and drunk I went to Møllers about at 23. there Korova, Farmen, & Jonny sat and waited. Korova told me she was going to Kjinge's the following night. so did I.
saturday: met Callie early, we've had a long standing appointment to go to Bonaparte and buy me clothes. didn't turn out too expensive after all; there was a sale between seasons, and most articles were off, even if the selection wasn't anywhere near what it is during the high season.
we carefully avoided the royal wedding. sat for at least an hour on Café Provence and waited for Maragor and Korova. caught the train just as the latter was boarding. missed at least one bus because we went to the wrong bus stop.
"I do so not look like Johnny Cash!" --black dressed Callie, wearing my Stetson and carrying my guitar case
Eppen and Kjinge had started the party already when we arrived. punk songs go well to start. and I brought my guitar, Eppen brought his guitar, and things went very well. then I suggested we call Bast, and then things went a little downhill.
because Bast came, after all. and not having seen each other in four months, we wanted to talk over things that had passed in between. in front of Callie. not the best of ideas, perhaps, but I feel compelled to nurture as many of my friendships as I can. can't blame Callie for feeling jealous, though - Bast certainly is a stunner, and witnessing that we held each other's attention like that must have been hard for the poor girl.
so when I returned to her side she started poking me, saying "mine" (essentially). and asking me if I was really hers. I attempted to avoid the question. she needed to know, she said. she needed confirmations, she said. reassurances, she said. but when I eventually explained how I felt as opposed to her, there was little I could do to prevent her from crying.
she fell asleep soon after. didn't wake up from Eppen or me playing old punk songs on our guitars either.
and Bast asked me if I felt for a walk, and I ended up walking her home. we talked for a while and looked at her picture albums from Poland. I worried slightly that Callie should wake up and miss me, but I counted on the wine. that way it didn't matter that I got lost in the morning mists and didn't find home until around 07. =P
luckily Callie had forgotten most of this in the morning. didn't even remember where she was. and Kjinge and Korova were understanding, even if they didn't ask what I'd been up to.
my usual retrospective analysis tells me I haven't done anything wrong. sure, to outsiders it might look bad, me running off with a beautiful girl like that... but how can it be considered inappropriate when she uses the time with me to tell me of her fantastic boyfriend? she shares her tales of loss and anticipation. of guilt and exhilaration. of love and disappointment. things Callie would be silent about, poor thing. this is therapy, nothing less.
Bast and I developed a strangely close friendship in just one night this spring. this is rare and precious. and it needs to be respected, not to be left to wither, it needs encouragement. nourishing.
so I promised I'd go to the movies with Bast soon. either Bridget Jones or Jurassic Park 3. her suggestions, not mine.
fuck. Kjinge wants to go out with me tomorrow. I'm supposed to attend the boy's club tonight. Thursday I need to talk to Rex. and BadCop. and write back to Lorien and Kari. and the band needs my time as well.
oh, did I mention my family?
when I came home after work last night (had a meeting on the press pub with coupla of my colleagues) I was exhausted. listened to the metal show on the radio and talked to Kjinge and Simon on the phone. I think they called twice each. stone tired, I neglected to do what I should at home, playing Diablo instead.
Callie and Chris are right, it probably is laziness after all. but how to deal with it properly? can't eat no breakfast cuz mah kitchun is filthy. can't clean mah kitchun cuz I gots no enerjy.
bah. I've been at work for five hours now. can't seem to get any more done anyway. hasta la vista.
