Patrick

unscripted

I really need to get out more. Literally, as in “I have no social life and haven’t made any new friends recently.” Life’s a bitch when you find most people insufferable and yet aren’t satisfied with loneliness. My fear is that after spending so much time with my thoughts, I won’t have the humor and spontaneity that people generally desire in a friend. This question may have an obvious answer, but I have to ask anyway: what process allows people to become acquainted so easily in their youth? Am I too shy to strike up a conversation now? Too proud? (more…)

Looks like I managed to sneak out of the country again without writing anything of substance (or style even). At least I’ll recap the highlights of ephemeral June.

Most of the month I worked, went to the beach and moved in to my new apartment, the address of which is on my Facebook profile.

Last week Kevin and I dined at Zushi. The food was good, and the decor was decent, but the ambiance was laughable. A widescreen TV over the bar featured the Food Network; speakers crooned smooth jazz. When Kevin asked the waitress if they had any “downbeat electronic” they could play instead, the best they could do was reggae. So, a good place to eat if you can ignore muzak.

After RMEFFoWN I made the requisite trek with Shock and others to McGuirk’s abode, where the highlight of the evening was Everybody Votes. Participatory democracy is fun again!

Chris, Katie & I consorted at Starbucks on Thursday. Then I helped them install WordPress, my favourite weblog platform.

Saturday saw my return to Busch Gardens, where some of my former college roommates and I sampled their new ‘coaster: GRIFFON! (And despite my comment at the time to the contrary, that is a recognized variant spelling … subtract one point from Gryffindor for etymology.) It’s, um, smooth? The initial drop is a thrill, and the remainder feels like a short Apollo’s Chariot. Still a good ride.

And now I am trying to pack, do laundry, clean my apartment, select 1 GB of music for the trip and eat a salad while hoping that (a) I will be able to order the iPhone online whilst in London and (b) someone will want to see a late showing of OotP on the 11th.

I updated my Top Ten to include weird foreign films and indie records I’ve been seeing/hearing of late.

Busch Gardens reminds me why I don’t like people: they hold loud, inane conversations, they can’t make decisions, and they smell. Of course, BG visitors are hardly a representative sampling of the population, and thankfully neither are my friends.

My soul is a cloudy day but the weather’s changing. Will it rain or will it clear?

To the driver who caused the incident that brought traffic to a complete stop on Interstate 64 at approximately 9:45 PM,

Enclosed is a bill for delays and impositions caused to the plaintiff by your inattentive driving:

0.75 hours x $5.15 = $3.86

Ah, if only …

How improbable is it for there to have been two stalled cars and one collision on Little Creek on my drive home Friday? Norfolk has easily the worst drivers of any place I’ve driven.

I graduated, again. Rather I went to the proper ceremony for my graduation last summer. I miss school. No one ever thinks they’ll say that, but it happens. I got over high school, so I guess in a few years college will become a distant and irrelevant memory. I wish it wouldn’t.

To the Doctors of Philosophy candidates, John T. Casteen III said: “I welcome you to the ancient and universal company of scholars.” I want to someday get my PhD solely to have that said to me.

This summer I want to (in no particular order) go to Busch Gardens a few times, shoot a movie, record a few songs, go for some long runs, read good books, laugh, dream and resist aging in general. Keep in mind I will only have weekends in which to accomplish these.

I’m going to start a video journal. This weekend I hope to post clips from grad weekend. The photos are already up.

ok guys here it is the TEAM SHOCK picture either you get it or you don’t peace