January 20, 2001 — Can't even catch your eye

I told Team "Tony Hawk 2" down in Jeff's room that I was going to bed, and yet here I am writing a journal. I guess I can try to pretend that I'm making this part of my nightly routine again in order to avoid having any more journals encompassing four or five days, but I think it's just been an odd week and I've always been in a writing mood when the time came. I can't think of any other explanation.

I dragged myself out of bed at around 2:00PM again today. Before that, my parents called and told me they'd found $1800 of mine that we didn't know I had saved in mutual funds. By the time I made it to full consciousness an hour or so after they called, I wasn't really sure if it had been a dream or not. I've settled on it being reality and am deciding where the money ought to be spent.

Laura had been talking about going to P.E.I. for part of the summer, which really got me thinking about whether or not I'll be able to last as many months at work as are currently planned. Last summer I was losing my mind after eight or nine weeks, so I can't really see myself lasting 20 this summer. Given my windfall of $1800 and the inevitability of my slaughtering my co-workers if I have to work the entire four months without a break, I figure I'll take three or four weeks off in late-June or early-July and go somewhere warm and coastal, preferably in Canada. I've never been somewhere like that for more than an hour or so. And even then it was on the way to a convention my dad was taking my family to in Nova Scotia. My first experience with the ocean, and a rather brief one at that.

So yes. A few weeks more or less computer-free during the summer would be a nice touch. Living in Toronto has made the idea of getting fresh air without having to hear sirens or see an endless stream of billboards all the more attractive an idea.

Moving on, then. Jeff's band is recording tomorrow, as I mentioned yesterday, and so their equipment is in his room. We played with his Stratus synth for awhile, and I got to pretend I knew how to play "Transmission" by Joy Division on a $1400 guitar. I really wish I'd taken the time to learn an instrument at an earlier age... But hey, I can type fast now. That's something, right? Right?

The phone tag that Gillian and I had been playing since she left ended today and we finally talked for a few minutes. It was rather short-lived since she ended up going out for the night, but it was a start. Going from being able to touch her to not talking to her for days at a time is never much fun. Hell, I think Andrew's talked to her more than I have since she left, since they were talking on ICQ for awhile on his birthday.

I would end on that note, but I want to skip back to before the day even began for a second: in the aftermath of the toga party in residence last night, I was woken up at 5:00AM. This being the case, we're going to bring Jeff's Stratus up to my room along with a large amp and get some nice, high-pitched droning action going on as late at night as is possible. If university has taught me anything, it's that being vengeful feels good.