whew! life is such a whirlwind these days! very little time to sit and pound out an entry for this beloved medium. okay, not really. actually an abundance of empty pockets of time has left me with the realization that i really don't have much to do; not much at all. this awareness struck me on saturday afternoon, when i realized that i had been playing freecell and listening to jill scott in my altogether for five long hours. i got out my new italo calvino book and tried to read, but for naught. my attention span would seem to have fled for greener pastures. i mean, it makes sense in the aftermath of a LONG vacation in NYC that i would find so little to commit to homeside. i'm serious, this dearth of energy (which smacks of the ever-hackneyed 'winter depression') is just amplified by the fact that for the past seven days i did little beside buzzing around manhattan with the dizzy and aimless passion of an exceptionally blonde, exceptionally pretty girl at her first beauty pageant, a girl who is finally surrounded by people she thinks might understand her. i also pretended to have a bottomless checking account, for which my cd player has reaped great benefits but as a result of which my plan to pay rent on time has (somewhat unsurprisingly) collapsed like a deck of rubber cards. lots of pizza, lots of budweiser, lots of bars by myself. plenty of finding myself lost in brooklyn for three hours, wandering beneath highway overpasses searching for the bar at which i'd planned to see my new favorite band, trying not to cry and eventually losing the battle upon arriving at hannah's apartment.
non sequitur
last night i met a kid who immediately inspired in me the most intense dislike i've felt for anyone in several years. fortunately, the feeling was clearly mutual. highlights included the following quotes from this asshole, who hung out at my apartment for about four hours, with his acceptable girlfriend and our mutual pal, who was really put through the ringer by the whole thing, i expect.
mccullen: this boardgame is fun, but we should start playing it soon if we're going to.
jerk: i guess that would be a valid idea, i mean, if you think its okay to end a sentence with a preposition.
mccullen: my dad's black, so i never really-
jerk: your father's what?
mccullen: black, my father's black.
jerk: whatever, no he's not.
mccullen: what are you talking about?
jerk: why dont you look more black then? (to girlfriend) does he look black to you?
girlfriend: (shrug)