Kip posted at 11:14 AM
What a difference a day makes... sort of.
I actually feel worse now this morning, based on a bad dream I had last night that it was the first day of school and I was living in a gift shop located on this dorm's second floor. Gift shop?!? Yes. Gift shop. It really sucked, because i couldn't really have any privacy. And, hm, there were about 10 other people in the same bind. Just livin' in the gift shop.
Hopefully improv rehearsal takes the edge off.
I wish all my music weren't depressing love songs either. I've got either an epic poem or angry love song brewing in my head and on paper. Actually, I got a couple of good strips out of last night's mini angst session, so it's not all a wash.
No, the true embarrassment will come when I go to rehearsal and the others ask, "So, how was the big date?"
Kip posted at 1:04 AM
Evidence: The Band
So I went to go see these guys tonight at the Unicorn Cafe. Very cool. You know, every time I see one of these folk rock groups w/ a violin, I think to myself, "Self, why did you stop playing? Oh, that's right, because no one really teaches that sort of thing and I guess if you'd really been interested you would have done it. Right. See you next time you see a folk rock group with an electric violin. It's a date."
Speaking of date, I went there at the behest of my date for the evening. A girl who gets nicknamed... Blind Date Girl. Jason set me up with her about 2 weeks ago and we'd been out for lunch dates. Tonight was the first realy "just us" hardcore time. And it'll be that last cuz as we were leaving Unicorn, she told me that a) she had another place to be tonight rather than "with me" and b) I was one of the coolest people she'd met.
"But..." I thought.
"But I can't really date anyone right now. I still want to hang out. Definitely."
"Definitely. But I'm going to go, um, this way now." said I.
Righty righty. So she went to her other thing and I went... here. Home. Called Sil. "What the hell is wrong with me?" Etc.
I post this because only 7 people check scrubble a day so... I'm not worried about turning off a significant part of the audience.
I post this because... hm. I just want to vent. And I usually vent via email to Kate but I guess this works too.
And in a few days, poof, it'll be gone. Only in the archives.
And that makes me feel better.
The thing is... the thing is... I really wasn't that excited. I used to flip from insane depression to incredible elation in a weekend like this but now I'm just from "eh" (upwards "eh") to "eh" (the other type of "eh").
So here's the other thing. She asked me on this date. She put it together. I think it was my final exam and I flunked. Not sure how. There was some awkwardness over the bill, her vegetarianism, some pauses during dinner. But are those damning faults? To say, "Gosh, after our first real night outing... it's just not working." Unless this is some evil female mind game for which she's not the type. K, I need to stop adding to this post now (I've been back to blogger about 3 times now). Again... getting the thoughts down on semi permanence.
Next week, we resume mocking tell all blogs.
Kip posted at 1:23 AM
Today was the most beautiful day in long memory. I went to a comic store (the best comic store in Evanston). I'm debating writing a strip that somehow involves it and then asking them to put them in there for advertising... we'll see how that goes.
But back to the day. It was blue and chilly, but not cold. Brisk. I had a sandwich at Potbelly's, then hit the CD store to get a present for my sister's birthday. Then it was to a couple of bookstores... but here's the thing. I was sitting in Barnes and Noble with Neil Gaiman's Smoke and Mirrors and I was feeling guilty for spending money on myself when I should be saving because I'd just spent cash on a redundant present for my sis (since B+N online won't ship the items in time). So really, I spent quite a bit on myself in the past 2 days, with the redundancy and all. So I'm wondering what to do. Slip my hand into my bag pocket and find.... $50 leftover from Chinese New Year. Frickin' score, dude.
Smoke and Mirrors is another great book by Neil Gaiman.
Kip posted at 11:36 PM
In other news, I went to a sorority formal last night. Formals in college crack me up. Every single one I've been to reminds me of a high school dance. But see, in high school, we felt grown up. Now we're on the cusp of legal adulthood and we're still looking to be grown up... But I don't see the grownups I admire cramming into buses and hitting hotels to jam to booty music. Hm, maybe once I'm old enough to go clubbing.
But here's the thing... a couple of months ago, Sil and I went to a rave in Detroit. See, that was definitely a kid thing to do. There were people older and younger than us... but the night was there for dancing (and drugs, but we didn't do any). Formals? I guess they're for dressing up, lookin' pretty... and then groovin' to the ghetto music.
Sil and I had sushi today for lunch. I'm still full. Mmmmm. Sushi. She says that wasabi remove plaque if you eat it straight but I think she was just trying to get me to wish for death.
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