March 21, 2001 — This little stunt of yours

Monday and Tuesday were so action-packed that I think I missed a lot of the little details. With this in mind, I started taking notes of the things that I should have talked about in yesterday's journal, planning to begin today's journal with them. So let's do that, shall we?

First off, I spent a lot of time talking up the bands that played in Buffalo and far less time describing the homely feel of Cloud 9, the bar at which the show took place. The rustic charm of country living found in the trough-like structure meant to replace urinals in the men's washroom combined forces with the modern feel that only a mirror-covered pole in the middle of the stage could provide, presenting visitors with an unforgettable club experience. Mel and her friend (who may or may not have been named Tracy -- I've got my fingers crossed, though) were nice enough to give me a tour of the girl's washroom, too. I'm pretty sure that the nightly preparation prior to opening the bar involves the manager urinating in the middle of the women's washroom while spinning in a circle and then tossing a few rolls of toilet paper onto the floor. And while I know that most Pantone colour guides don't have a colour specifically described as "STD," I can't think of any better description for the colour of that washroom.

I also skipped over a lot of the swooning over Chris Carrabba that took place from boy and girl alike. Or maybe that goes without saying.

After arriving home on Tuesday morning, I spent most of my time catching up on email and looking around online. While doing this, I found what was probably the most devastating thing that I'd ever seen on the Internet. I felt horrible for the entire day, and I had never even spoken to any of those involved. It was basically what amounted to a public suicide. Just thinking about it was making me quite upset. I found myself just shaking my head in wonder whenever I couldn't get it out of my mind over the course of the afternoon. It seemed so selfish. I don't want to link to any of the pages involved, and I don't really want to say anything more than that, but given that this more or less defined my day on Tuesday, it wouldn't seem very fair to skip over it completely.

Wednesday was a much better day. I did pretty badly on a physics quiz, but I'm willing to pretend that my day didn't start until after said quiz. To 2:00PM, then.

When I checked the mail early in the afternoon, I found a letter from Erika. She'd hinted at mailing it the day before, so it wasn't a complete surprise, but it was probably the nicest thing that I've ever received in the mail. I smiled a lot more than I probably should have after looking at it for awhile. It made my day.

Later in the afternoon, I decided to check my antigreg.com statistics for the first time in a few days. And I noticed a rather sudden and rather massive spike in interest in the site. We'll call this the Makeoutclub effect.

I'd decided a couple of weeks ago to email in a request to be added to the makeoutclub.com webcam pages after I applied for a normal, smaller profile. And somehow I ended up on page two. It still feels like they must've made a mistake, and I'm waiting for the other shoe to fall, dropping me to page 17 where I'd expected to be added. If they were to add me at all. I'm not complaining in the slightest, it's just been a nice surprise. We'll see if it lasts. I suddenly feel the need to be a lot more interesting than I actually am...

Meanwhile, Jeff, Johnston, and I are getting ready to head to Rotate This. They're waiting for me to finish my journal, and Jeff's spending the time looking at porn on Johnston's computer. This is a welcome change from Johnston's habit of playing euchre against computer characters with a picture of Thom Yorke as his teammate. Well. Not that that's not cool. But y'know.

And so went Wednesday. It's proving to be a rather sleep-deprived week, but hopefully I'll be caught up by tomorrow. It would probably help if I didn't stay awake until 4:30AM writing email. But where would I find happiness if I didn't?