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tuesday, february 24, 1998, 03:05 heh, i'm using vi to edit this. boy i'm a dork. Regardless. Let's see. Destroyed my hands last night. Not exactly sure how, but looking at how I'm typing right now, I'm really not surprised. My hands are flying all over the keyboard, but I'm really only using two fingers on my right hand. This is a bad thing. That, and my monitor's too low. It's all over for me. Save yourselves. And now to the couch. Perhaps a change of location will help things. There's just so much that I want to say right now, and yet, I'm too tired to say any of it. My hands just don't want to type what my brain is telling it and my eyes. Don't even talk to me about my eyes. Well anyway. Tonight marked the fourth night in our arts festival. All you can art and all that. The problem is that I'm there every night setting up the stuff for the fest. Last night was a dance concert that went not exactly as well as it could have gone just because i didn't give myself enough time and was rushed a the end and some of the lights didn't work and it was just a big mess. But we pulled it off. Tonight was our gallery ngiht where we displayed the works of four students here. Some great stuff, great use of the space, but more importantly was that it brought people in to see the theatre in a way that they'd probably had never seen it before. That, and I met a couple of new people. And in my ever-lasting quest to change my surroundings and change my life, this is a good thing. Talking to one of the artists, a photographer, Marisa, saw her staring at me. Said she was looking, seeing how she would photograph me. Planning on setting something up with her sometime to do some sort of shoot, not sure what, not sure when, but should be fun. Noted some parallels to what I do when I go through my day, thinking before my actions how to describe them in words, then actually acting. The actions coming as a result of my actually thinking the scenerios out in my head instead of going back after and decsribing the scene. A strange way of going through life. Talking, laughing, flirting. It was really nice to be there, in the theatre. No computers around. Nothing to do but sit back, eat some sweedish fish, and enjoy the art. With strangers. Slowly but surely I am learning how to talk to people. This is a big step in my life, all things considered. Being able to talk to people. To make them laugh and realize that it's because I said something and it wasn't a stupid cs joke that everyone else got because they all also got the stupid cs reference. I don't know. I think that it's just late and I'm bitter, but I'm really liking the art scene much more these days, and thinking that this may be something that I want to do. And then I waver and fall back to the same old cs rut. We shall see. A night of student films tomorrow night. This is so important to me that I'll even miss Buffy for it. Damn.
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