February 27th, 2010

Bachelor Boy

Just put Rome Girl on the train to Rome so she can get up to some Roman shenanigans.

Her train left at roughly 6 a.m. and the local nightclubs close at just after 5 a.m.

So, the entire walk down to the train station we were surrounded by club kids staggering to get home.

It's so weird looking at drunk people who are dressed to get laid when you've just gotten up and are sober. It makes it really striking how differently girls and guys dress when they go out to hook up - all the boys in jeans and sweaters and all the girls in short skirts, black pantyhose and high heels.

I wonder if the boys realize just how much effort the girls put into looking hot for them, not because they necessarily want to get laid, but just because they want to get noticed. I wonder if the girls get pissed off at how little effort the boys put in.

In a way it's sad. But, in another way it's also beautiful. It's the poetry of young people who are trying to grow up and figure stuff out and have fun and trying to be so very adult and not quite making it but learning along the way.

Writer's Block: My word

If you could have the writing ability of one author, who would you choose, and why? Would you exchange writing styles permanently?

....and this is an answer that might bore you but you don't have to read it, because somehow, someway I always knew this question would happen and I always knew it would be like this since, I think, the first time I started really writing when it was October, a Saturday I think, and I was in college and it was raining and I got drunk on like four or five vodka martinis and it was my first time starting to really write (late bloomer, I was already 18), and I wasn't even in my room but I was in Allison Poole's room, because she was banging my room mate and I didn't have the heart to tell her that he had herpes, but she didn't have the heart to tell him that she was a lesbian, so it all sorta came into place in some nether world between fairness and cruelty, even though most nights I was alone in my dorm room because my room mate was at his boyfriend's place off campus, and Allison really just let me use her room because she had her eye on my sister because of her huge grey eyes and the fact that she thought she was just gay enough, so I started to create this story about a guy (Victor? Patrick? Clay? Julien? I really can't remember) and it was supposed to be set in France but I'm sure I got all the places and the timeline wrong, but that didn't matter, because as soon as the story was done I felt this huge pit of bile in my stomach and I ran out to use the bathroom and the last thing I remember was seeing a sign in the hallway reading "This is not an exit" and thinking that I always knew it would be like this...



This just keeps getting better and better.

I seriously hope that Vesta becomes a regular character and I can't wait to see what they do with New Cap City.

Also, rock on Tamara! Rock the fuck on!

Off to see what Serge Graystone has to say about it on Twitter.

Self Defeating

I love the Saw video game, but it has one flaw.

The torture and violence only happen when you fuck up. Since that's my favorite part of the game I'm not always particularly motivated to do the thing that will advance me to the next level because part of me thinks, "Gee, it would be cool to see all their heads explode!"