Following Seth's lead...
I'm not really drunk, so let's call this a tipsy post. I could say some regrettable shit right now, but . . . no no, I'll just give you the week in review. These are all things I meant to blog on, but couldn't find the time.
Monday: Found out girl in my Bible as Lit class, who I've been talking to every day after class, has a boyfriend up in Lubbock. Rock. However, I did receive notice from New York Teaching Fellows that they want to interview me. Now that really is bad ass.
Tuesday: Woke up from a nap at about Monday night at 9.30 p.m. Managed to turn a simple, short assignment into an all-nighter. Still not sure how that happened. Accordingly, Tuesday was a weird day.
Wednesday: Talked to parents. Put up with requisite pooh-poohing of any post-graduate plans by my mom. I guess she, what, wants me to move back home? Who fucking knows. I just wish she'd be excited for what I want to do for fucking once. Anyways, got the OK from them. Managed to find airfare from Austin to New York for $230. Fuck yeah. I'll be interviewing on the 28th of February. Coming soon: Little Matty in the big city. I also played ball at the Rec Center and, like at Hancock last Saturday, just dropped the rock on 'em from all over the court. Bitches, please.
Thursday: Had a shitty day at work but was looking forward to going out with some friends to drink tonight. Friends, for various valid reasons, bailed, except for one buddy and this girl I've been, well, a little too interested in for too long. She, unfortunately, was meeting several other gentlemen callers at the bar, which I was not aware of. She also appears to have zero idea that she middle schools me. Had fun talking to buddy and did get to dance with her once, which was a blast. Overall, though, no one likes to watch a girl you're into go on the prowl right in front of you.
Friday: As of 1.00 p.m today I will be on the road to New Orleans with my bro and some of his friends. Again, because I have the worst luck in the world, this happens to coincide perfectly with when Leslie gets into Austin, and with the fact that a bunch of my friends, including aforementioned dancing girl, will be in N.O. next weekend. Whatever. It's Mardi Gras, and Grady's friends are a lot of fun. All will be well. Except for missing Leslie's visit. That really hacks me off. Sorry, Big L, I thought you were coming in during the week.
Ah, the sweet stench of frustration. I'm sorry I'm not drunker. This would've been more fun for everyone involved.
POSTSCRIPT: Hmm . . . apparently when I'm tipsy, I try, very unsuccessfully, to write like James Baldwin.
UPDATE: On Wednesday, I woke up at 8.45. Laying in bed, half naked, with 15 minutes before class, and a 20-minute walk ahead of me, I heard the cold pinpricks of raindrops outside my window. I debated and debated for at least a minute or two, then reached the inevitable conclusion and said, fuck it.
Today: I find myself in the same position at 8.35. But since I skipped class once this week, I don't want to do it again. Drag ass out of bed, re-deodorize, rub face with washcloth, put on warmest clothes I can find, including beanie and Isotoners, step outside — and see ice on my steps. "Aw, hell no!" I tell the sky. But I'm already up, and I sure as shit didn't go through all this to use up my last absence of the semester, so off I go.
The walk's not all that bad, until as I'm heading up to Parlin I see my Bible girl. "April! Is class canceled?"
"Yeah, there's a note on the door."
"Daaamnit."
I thought this would at least be an opportunity to finagle some coffee with this girl — you know, never give up, never surrender and all that — but turns out she's meeting her boyfriend, in from Lubbock for the weekend, at Einstein's.
When I stepped onto my ice-pond porch this morning, I should've stuck to the opposite.
Okay, enough about shit like this. I promise substantive posts on politics (rash primary predictions!), social issues (yep, still a liberal!), or some other topic worth serious consideration (Mexican food!) coming soon.
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"The Golden Boy Is Iced Out"
Feb. 13, 2004, The Red House
I'm not really drunk, so let's call this a tipsy post. I could say some regrettable shit right now, but . . . no no, I'll just give you the week in review. These are all things I meant to blog on, but couldn't find the time.
Monday: Found out girl in my Bible as Lit class, who I've been talking to every day after class, has a boyfriend up in Lubbock. Rock. However, I did receive notice from New York Teaching Fellows that they want to interview me. Now that really is bad ass.
Tuesday: Woke up from a nap at about Monday night at 9.30 p.m. Managed to turn a simple, short assignment into an all-nighter. Still not sure how that happened. Accordingly, Tuesday was a weird day.
Wednesday: Talked to parents. Put up with requisite pooh-poohing of any post-graduate plans by my mom. I guess she, what, wants me to move back home? Who fucking knows. I just wish she'd be excited for what I want to do for fucking once. Anyways, got the OK from them. Managed to find airfare from Austin to New York for $230. Fuck yeah. I'll be interviewing on the 28th of February. Coming soon: Little Matty in the big city. I also played ball at the Rec Center and, like at Hancock last Saturday, just dropped the rock on 'em from all over the court. Bitches, please.
Thursday: Had a shitty day at work but was looking forward to going out with some friends to drink tonight. Friends, for various valid reasons, bailed, except for one buddy and this girl I've been, well, a little too interested in for too long. She, unfortunately, was meeting several other gentlemen callers at the bar, which I was not aware of. She also appears to have zero idea that she middle schools me. Had fun talking to buddy and did get to dance with her once, which was a blast. Overall, though, no one likes to watch a girl you're into go on the prowl right in front of you.
Friday: As of 1.00 p.m today I will be on the road to New Orleans with my bro and some of his friends. Again, because I have the worst luck in the world, this happens to coincide perfectly with when Leslie gets into Austin, and with the fact that a bunch of my friends, including aforementioned dancing girl, will be in N.O. next weekend. Whatever. It's Mardi Gras, and Grady's friends are a lot of fun. All will be well. Except for missing Leslie's visit. That really hacks me off. Sorry, Big L, I thought you were coming in during the week.
Ah, the sweet stench of frustration. I'm sorry I'm not drunker. This would've been more fun for everyone involved.
POSTSCRIPT: Hmm . . . apparently when I'm tipsy, I try, very unsuccessfully, to write like James Baldwin.
UPDATE: On Wednesday, I woke up at 8.45. Laying in bed, half naked, with 15 minutes before class, and a 20-minute walk ahead of me, I heard the cold pinpricks of raindrops outside my window. I debated and debated for at least a minute or two, then reached the inevitable conclusion and said, fuck it.
Today: I find myself in the same position at 8.35. But since I skipped class once this week, I don't want to do it again. Drag ass out of bed, re-deodorize, rub face with washcloth, put on warmest clothes I can find, including beanie and Isotoners, step outside — and see ice on my steps. "Aw, hell no!" I tell the sky. But I'm already up, and I sure as shit didn't go through all this to use up my last absence of the semester, so off I go.
The walk's not all that bad, until as I'm heading up to Parlin I see my Bible girl. "April! Is class canceled?"
"Yeah, there's a note on the door."
"Daaamnit."
I thought this would at least be an opportunity to finagle some coffee with this girl — you know, never give up, never surrender and all that — but turns out she's meeting her boyfriend, in from Lubbock for the weekend, at Einstein's.
When I stepped onto my ice-pond porch this morning, I should've stuck to the opposite.
Okay, enough about shit like this. I promise substantive posts on politics (rash primary predictions!), social issues (yep, still a liberal!), or some other topic worth serious consideration (Mexican food!) coming soon.
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"The Golden Boy Is Iced Out"
Feb. 13, 2004, The Red House
posted by Matt at 1:22 AM
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