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Feb. 9th, 2002 11:51 pmI thought maybe I'd go on hiatus with the journal. I haven't really felt like updating, but I'm so bored right now that I have to do something. Last night I got really drunk at Phigs cause there was a band there, Doc Norris. They were kinda jammy. I got really high as well. This all led to me mysteriously arriving back at the dorm and puking on the floor around the toilet. I mopped it up, but now it smells like puke and cologne. So now whenever I smell that cologne, I'm going to associate it with puke. I thought maybe Andria drove me home, but today she said that she didn't. She also said that I called her to let me in the building. I really have no recollection. Oh well.
I'm sitting alone in the suite because I thought I'd do work. They all went out. I went to Wegman's and Radio Shack and Wal*Mart today. I got a bunch of food at Wegman's, a dictaphone for my interview with Buzzo at Radio Shack, and the Tron DVD at Walmart. Tron is a really good movie. The way it's made is just fucking brilliant. Tron makes The Matrix look like Titanic.
But for some reason, Tron has made me feel depressed. I have no clue why, but sometimes when I see stuff like Tron I get depressed. Oh wait, it's not Tron, it's the amount of work that I haven't done this weekend. Most of all, I'm very anxious about my interview with Buzzo tomorrow. I am pretty sure that he already forgot about it. I hope he shows up. I have to wake up before 12 tomorrow. Fuck, I haven't even written any questions for this interview. I'm really really nervous. Buzzo reminds me a lot of Dan Sternberg for the following reasons:
a) he's got a beard and long hair
b) sometimes you don't understand a word he's saying
c) he's very spontaneous
d) it seems like he's never listening to you
I'm sure he ate more than his share of acid in his younger years. I hope he doesn't freak out during the interview. I don't even know what I'm going to interview him about. I'll probably do a profile. God I hope he doesn't freak out.
I'm sitting alone in the suite because I thought I'd do work. They all went out. I went to Wegman's and Radio Shack and Wal*Mart today. I got a bunch of food at Wegman's, a dictaphone for my interview with Buzzo at Radio Shack, and the Tron DVD at Walmart. Tron is a really good movie. The way it's made is just fucking brilliant. Tron makes The Matrix look like Titanic.
But for some reason, Tron has made me feel depressed. I have no clue why, but sometimes when I see stuff like Tron I get depressed. Oh wait, it's not Tron, it's the amount of work that I haven't done this weekend. Most of all, I'm very anxious about my interview with Buzzo tomorrow. I am pretty sure that he already forgot about it. I hope he shows up. I have to wake up before 12 tomorrow. Fuck, I haven't even written any questions for this interview. I'm really really nervous. Buzzo reminds me a lot of Dan Sternberg for the following reasons:
a) he's got a beard and long hair
b) sometimes you don't understand a word he's saying
c) he's very spontaneous
d) it seems like he's never listening to you
I'm sure he ate more than his share of acid in his younger years. I hope he doesn't freak out during the interview. I don't even know what I'm going to interview him about. I'll probably do a profile. God I hope he doesn't freak out.
