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sunday, february 1, 1998, 07:43 "...and this is really fucked up" seemed to be the trend of the evening. you know, the one that started about nine hours ago. waking up from a nap to the sound of the playstation out in the common room (and god how i'm sick of that damned machine, not that i even have any desire to play with it and not that it's sucking my life away, but it seems to be the central focus of all activity that goes on around our suite). "Let's go clubbing." That was danny's solution. And probably a good one at that. Life around here is pretty boring, for the most part, at least for me, consisting of bouncing from the theatre to home to the lab, back to the theatre, and some classes in between there somewhere. There's just so much of a standard routine that one can take before something just gives. Aparently I hadn't reached mine yet, because I was pretty reluctant to go. I mean, after all, this was going clubbing (and we're not talking the baby seal kind either), which would require going out, maybe going dancing or something bizarre like that, and perhaps talking to people whom I wouldn't encounter normally in life. That just wasn't going to fly in my world, so I balked. Until of course I realized that there really was nothing better to do for the next couple of hours, and hell, what was the worst thing that could happen to me? Right. The clubbing thing, needless to say, didn't exactly work out. Damn that whole carding thing. Ah well. After wandering around a bit more and realizing that everything else around sucked, we decided that it was timt to call it a night and head back to campus. At which point we met up with Castelle. And also at which point I knew that there was no way I was getting to bed at any reasonable hour. Is there really a story here? I feel like there must be. But I'm so incoherent, and I can hear something on my computer spinning up over and over again, that I really can't concentrate on what's going on. How about a little rundown of what happens when we get to the pizza place. we sit at table. castelle sees girl eyeing asteroids machine. she seems to want to play. castelle starts talking to girl. danny and i start talking to each other. rinse. repeat. return home. five hour conversation. an evening's experiences summed up in forty words. my english teacher would be proud. a night passing into morning of talking, listening, sharing, discussing, debating. interesting to get inside of somebody else's head every once in a while, and even more interesting to get inside of your own, finding what you're willing to share, and what is still so secret that you know it'll never come out. Something like this story, which demands to be told, or described, or something, but simply won't. Take two later. Tired now.
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