whee! found my phone! it was in my car the whole time. I'm so stupid sometimes.

I'm sure the majority of campus will be in attendance at the blackalicious show tonight, but I'm just not really feelin it. think I'm just gonna hang here and wait for the planned apartments party to kick in. last chance for serendipity revelry, after all, and I'd like to partake of all possible delights.

anyway, let's get this show on the road...

tonight was a disappointment after last night. got mildly tipsy and went to bryan to ogle the half-unclad bumpin and grindin at the foam party--which, admittedly, was actually pretty hot. then deep into the woods to a drum circle around a bonfire...well, it was pretty small, more of a bonbon fire. got bored and came back here to eat leftover pizza. woo friday.

I hope that I wake up in a better humor than I am now. for some reason I just feel like getting my .22 out of my closet, standing on top of frank, and letting a few bullets fly. what? you don't think I have a .22? come over here. let me push these clothes out of the way...seriously, it's fuckin serendipity already, jeremy. perk up, for cryin in the bucket. you're probably just sexually frustrated. or just abnormally dismayed at the usual mediocrity.

before I delve into complete self-absorption, time for bed.

well, last night had some positive excitement. serendipity kicked off with a bang with a big gathering of drunk people in the meadows. when that got broken up everyone just migrated back to the apartments. I don't remember most of the night, which means it was probably pretty good. ashley and emily slept on our couches. lately our apartment has become a waystation for the tired, poor, huddled masses too hammered to make it back to bryan hall. suits me just fine.

bad news: I lost my cell phone. bryan and I walked all over campus calling it but to no avail. I'll just keep checking lost and found. I'm sure I had it on me when I left here last night. sigh.

I met a really cute guy at tate street yesterday. his name's jason and he's an indie rocker. he's supposed to come by here this weekend...I think he's straight, though. but it'd be fun to hang out; we had a nice time talking.

gabe's all set to leave town on sunday. we sure will miss him. he should be by later tonight, at least I hope so.

there's a party in bryan tonight that I want to make an appearance at, but first a nip of whiskey. nothing as intense at last night--but it's just so cold outside!

"nothing ever happens in blaine..."

I certainly hope this weekend brings a bit of positive excitement worth posting about. the past couple of days have been so awfully dull. the biggest thrill was going to see "catch me if you can" at the $2 theater last night--which, granted, was a fantastic flick, but I could hardly write a novel about the experience.

I hope to go look at the proposed apartment on friday with carra and josh. hopefully that'll give me some initiative to start some real job hunting.

incidentally: ali and I decree that all inanimate objects that hitherto have had no binding and formal appellation are now to be called "linda." just go with it.

I swear, sometimes I wonder if the both of us aren't schizophrenic. if so, it could well be contagious.

so I was putting together the aforementioned list of songs and I realized that, if arranged in a certain way, they could tell a story. so I burned a cd that, when listened to from start to finish, says a lot about me--especially my relationships with people, which is one of the ways that I define myself the most. and the "jeremy soundtrack" is...

1. Lou Reed, “Andy’s Chest”
2. Sloan, “The Good in Everyone”
3. Belle and Sebastian, “Expectations”
4. Bob Dylan, “Ballad of a Thin Man”
5. Violent Femmes, “Add it Up”
6. Liz Phair, “Baby Got Goin”
7. The Ramones, “Sheena is a Punk Rocker”
8. Blur, “Boys and Girls”
9. Rufus Wainwright, “Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk”
10. Boyracer, “Tell Me Where My Hands Should Go”
11. Beulah, “If We Can Put a Man on the Moon, Surely I Can Win Your Heart”
12. The Buzzcocks, “Ever Fallen in Love?”
13. Superchunk, “Water Wings”
14. Aimee Mann, “High on Sunday 51”
15. Sleater-Kinney, “One More Hour”
16. Rilo Kiley, “The Good That Won’t Come Out”
17. Death Cab for Cutie, “Photobooth”
18. Bjork, “Army of Me”
19. Cake, “I Will Survive”
20. The Strokes, “Last Night”

if anyone wants to borrow it and get inside my brain a little, or just dig on some cool tunes, just let me know.

oscars are over! some real surprises tonight: almodovar taking screenplay, "the pianist" taking various and sundry things. all good stuff, though.

I had the most random mood swing earlier. got all weepy and self-indulgent and took off for burlington on my usual insanity drive. listened to death cab for cutie's "photobooth" on repeat for just over an hour. felt better after that somehow. I feel purged. but aren't antidepressants supposed to prevent this kind of thing...?

I've been trying to think of 20 songs that someone could listen to if they wanted a better understanding of what goes on in my head. when I think of em I'll post em.

time for post-award munchies with the crew.

so last night was a classic guilford saturday--party in 731. I got very toasty, and carra got so toasty that she couldn't quite make it home, so we snuggled here last night. got up this morning and went to lunch/shopping with kristi; I won't name names, but we discovered that we've both made out with the same guy fairly recently. funny. she's turned into a total horndog of late, and we've made a pact to prowl campus hardcore next weekend. it's serendipity, after all, guilford's certified biggest debauchery weekend. we shall see.

went to see "the pianist" last night. it was amazing, very grittily realistic. it made me realize how lucky I am to have been born in relatively civilized america during relatively civilized times. I mean, in the great cosmic scheme of things, I could just as easily have lived and died as a Jew in a concentration camp in 1940...or be currently starving to death in modern day east africa...or on the flip side, been a pampered member of the british royal family. souls are funny things.

I was in kind of a bad mood today, but then carra and ashley suggested that we go to jake's for dinner dressed in the most outlandish clothes, makeup, and accessories possible. sarah stringfield, emily, julie, and ali all got in on it. everyone either looked like complete eurotrash or a complete prosititute, or both. we turned a lot of heads. it really perked me up.

do you ever get in moods where you just feel like saying, "okay, so what now?" that's why I'm so bizarro today. it's like sitting in the middle of a big, empty field and looking around and just kind of thinking, "well..." I think it must have something to do with being single again. I'm glad to be, but at the same time I already feel starved for male attention. I dunno. whatever.

my room is in a frightening state. I must clean a bit before the oscar telecast starts.