Author: briancollapsing

just catching up on a little reading tonight. the book is very good. i like the way the the writer talks in such a detached way, to show how little most of these things people get upset about really mean in the world. the infidelity issue is tossed around like it’s not a big deal at all that it’s happening, just that the people aren’t dealing with it well. but then at the same time, kundera keeps coming back to describing the beauty in simple aspects of life, like a bunch of happy coincidences.

and i want this to be a tuesday night post, not a wednesday morning post, so i’ll cut myself off there. read unbearable lightness of being, it’s good. that’s my closing statement. reading is good.

want to go home want to go home want to go home…

i have so many better things to do than be here. at least i’d rather be doing those. i don’t think i’m going to keep working here once school starts either. i need to not sit at this desk ever again as soon as i can arrange it. nothing at all against the people that employ me though, in case they ever see this. they’re great. it’s just me. i get this way the last month of the summer every year. i want nothing more in the world then for my summer job to be over forever. there’s something very satisfying about putting things behind you for good like that. i’d say it’s the feeling of moving forward that accompanies such changes in routine. i don’t know about you, but i need that to give me a sense of progress toward the (hopefully better than the present) future.

but really right now i’d settle for about an hour’s worth of progress toward the surely better than 3:40 five o’ clock.

i don’t really like talking on the phone. but here’s what i have to do right now: i have one list of people that one of my bosses needs to talk to. i also have a list of phone numbers of various administrative people, under whom all the people on list A are working. what i get to do is call a bunch of people on list B, trying to find the phone number of whoever represents the people on list A, so that the aforementioned boss can call them to get in touch with the list A people. this sounds exactly like the sort of situation that will involve a lot of people saying “oh, i can’t help you but try calling…” and me calling someone else who also doesn’t have what i need. it’s going to be a huge pain and i’m really not very fond of calling people i don’t know. but i guess this is the sort of glamorous work the intern gets stuck doing.

hey, is the summer over yet? school doesn’t sound bad about now.

right quick before monday night turns into tuesday morning, i thought i’d post a little tidbit about my night. i had the best dessert tonight. my girlfriend made these ice cream sandwiches out of homemade devil’s food cookies and mint chocolate chip ice cream. oh my god, they were good. but that’s not the only reason worth mentioning them. apparently she got the recipe out of an issue of her mother’s redbook magazine. so i guess those awful magazines that litter checkout lanes actually may be able to contribute something to my life.

now if only i could trim my tummy with 6 easy exercises. not that it needs it necessarily. what, are you saying i look fat?

see you tomorrow.

jen reminded me of another great thing about the fantastic jimmy eat world show. well she didn’t personally remind me, but you get the idea.

i think i need to stop going to anything that could be even loosely qualified as “punk” concerts and only going to concerts for “indie rock” bands. the crowd at the jimmy eat world show was not only pretty chill instead of rowdy and annoying (but still very fun), but it was also largely female. and there’s nowhere better to be than in a crowd of a whole lot of cute indie rock girls. they’re so pretty and they have the best style sense. i should ask some of them to dress me; i have serious fashion envy at concerts like this sometimes.

and jen is totally right about the leaving the concert time too — it’s passed entirely by sizing up and/or checking out the fellow rockers. but you have to see who your competition is, right?. and that relates to my only complaint about the glass house. it’s a great place for a show until the show’s over, and the entire crowd of sweaty young people have to exit the building all at once through the single pair of double doors that form the only entry/exit. it takes at least 15 whole minutes to get out every time, i swear.

and that’s a long time after a blistering rock session.

monday morning at work. sunday was a lengthy waste of ikea trip (with some assembly required afterward), unpacking, arranging cd’s and books on the new shelving, and majestic. you really don’t want to know if you don’t already. it will take over your free time quicker than you can say compulsive. i have to say it’s very original though.

so i didn’t read much this weekend sadly, and i feel like garbage this morning. as soon as i woke up, i was already tired. not sleepy tired (although a little bit of that too) as much as exhausted physically. my legs hurt like i’d been standing for hours, but i was sleeping. i guess the weekend of moving took more out of me than i thought. at least it’s all behind me now and the only things left to do are simple things like which drawer should i put that dish towel in. but my bookshelves, who have the adorable ikea name of billy, are happily holding some books, as are my generic target shelves (stacked on top, because they were oddly the exact same width as little billy) holding my cd’s. it’s a handsome assembly in modern living. or whatever they say in those catalogs.

oh, and this guy knows what’s up. please kill me was an entertaining read. i bought it for a research paper because the library didn’t have it, and ended up reading it cover to cover because it was so good. although it made me feel bad for ever calling myself “punk” because i was so uneducated about what punk really was and a lot of the music that started it all rolling.

but not to worry, i don’t make that mistake anymore. i don’t really call myself much these days.

alright, i know it’s sunday technically, but what happened to saturday? well, i’ll tell you. we finished moving, and bid a final farewell to our summer pad. sadly that also means our super fantastic pal dominic doesn’t live with us anymore, but a floor below us instead. it’s not that far, but it’s still not going to be as cool. i know i’m gonna miss him a lot. outside of that, though, the new apartment seems to be shaping up to be better than the summer one.

then the evening: i had to go to a wedding reception for my girlfriend’s cousin, which was pretty okay, and the food was really good, and we were only there for a couple hours. but i had to go because it was on the way to the jimmy eat world concert. and man oh man, what a concert it was! it was amazing. they’re so good, and so passionate, and so talented, and it was just a great show. they played a good mix of new and old songs, which was good. they played a lot of the songs i wanted to hear, which was good. they even brought along the female back up singer/keyboard player that’s on the new cd, and she helped on some of the songs, which i thought was really good too. the crowd was into it, but not a bunch of jerks like some shows, which was also good. so the night overall was extremely satisfying. plus, there was only one opening band (the new california? never heard of ’em), and jimmy played for well over an hour. it was soooo much fun. what a good bunch of guys. and like the new songs or not, a lot of them go over pretty well live (i thought) when the band is so into what they’re doing. my grade: A.

tomorrow will bring unpacking and arranging things and maybe buying some new shelves to arrange them on. and sitting down. the thing i want more than anything for tomorrow is to sit down a lot, after carrying things back and forth all weekend and standing for a few hours at a concert. whew.

and now i want to visit the sandman, so goodnight.

done moving for today again. after grabbing some dinner with dom and milady, we decided we’re gonna do some bowling tonight. sure, bowling is kinda lame, but admit it, you like it too. and do you get to go bowling at the alley where they filmed the big lebowski? no, you don’t, but we do. so take that suckas.

“fuck it dude, let’s go bowlin’. let’s just go bowlin’.”

so it’s 11:30, and i’ve been moving for about three hours already. i’ve almost cleared out my bedroom, but not without spilling a half-full cup of berry juice on my comforter. and i haven’t even started packing or moving anything from the living room, kitchen, or bathroom. this is going to be a very long day.

at least the bedroom stereo is already set up, as is my laptop as you can tell by me being able to post this.

and i was going to drink that cup of juice too.

the moving has begun (started back at 5:30 or so), and ended for the day (about two hours ago prior to a very smashing phone conversation), and it’s pretty well underway at least. tomorrow will be the motherload. moving stereos and dishes and the large purple plastic hand chair — sound like fun? well then you come do it, because i’m tired of it already.

i think the saddest part is the taking down of the posters. i have a healthy number of posters and decorative things, and the time between taking them down and actually leaving is always a very sad time. because during that time, all the things that made this feel like my place, like home, are not visible. they’re in little tubes or boxes. it’s during this time that i realize that this place i’m in was just a temporary hold that i’d been stuck in for whatever number of months before i get moved on to the next hole. but then i get to fix up that hole to look like home and at least then i can have some peace of mind. for tonight though, it’s sleeping in a room of oppressive blankness countered by an stranger brightness from having so much white wall exposed.

i’m sleepy.