I can tell you one thing I am haven’t done for a while — buy groceries. I just eat out every meal (cheaply) it is kind of liberating and leads to a lot of free time. I don’t have to think, “what do I have to eat…what do I want to make?” I always know the answer—I have flavor-ice and spaghetti (no sauce). It also makes me fell like a local. For the next week at least.

Like the past several weeks, I maintained my new weekly tradition and got completely crunked Friday night. I went out to dinner with Mark, Kate E, and the cute show folks at a Greek place (good). Then met up with Sam and friends to drink at multiple bars. The best was the last place. It was a crowded, half underground place called the Raven. We were standing there talking about cell phones or something, and this guy at a nearby table just falls over backwards flat on the floor. It was like a stuntman or a cartoon type of action. Then he just lay there flat and motionless on the floor. I was standing inches from his landing spot, staring at him, I seriously thought that something had happened to him. There was just no way in my mind that someone could be that drunk. Some other people picked him up, Kate E pointed and laughed, and Sam bought him a shot.

The worst part of moving is people asking you if you are excited to move, or if you are ready to move, are you packed yet…all that shit. I am not the type of person that anticipates things, I just wait until it comes and deal with it accordingly. My departure date is Monday, June 2nd. I will be traveling by airplane and no, I am not ready.

You will share a bedroom with another intern and common space (living room, kitchen, bathrooms) with the other interns in your house.

Phone numbers and email addresses will be assigned after you arrive.

As I mentioned last week, I am done at the museum and they gave me my daily journals from when I worked there and it was really cool to look back six months ago and see what you were up to, so I tried to get back into journaling again:

5-21-2003
I took a cab to work today and I don’t want to get on the train again! I swore I to myself that I wouldn’t be the cliché/stereotype complain about public transportation, but I really am sick of the train — going underground is the worst. However, I took the bus home and drew in my sketchbook the whole way. A lady said “that’s good” and laughed, even though it wasn’t that good. The drawing was actually a joke, that I am not convinced she was privy to. I talked on the phone all night and doodled on the computer. I am thinking about making these doodles into my first flash project, as I have been meaning to learn flash.

5-22-2003
I have this fake e-mail address that I use whenever I have to sign up for anything on the web (in order to avoid spam to my real e-mail). A long time ago, when I first got the internet at home I would write e-mails to people whose names I found randomly listed on web sites. Most of the time people would write back saying “Who the hell are you? Do I know you?” I wouldn’t really address that issue and keep writing them as normal. This took a lot of time to maintain, so I quit doing it, however one of my best corresponders actually wrote me the other day! I was sure surprised…

Jimmy.
Whatever happened to you?
sb

I got lots of cool things in the mail this week. People love getting packages. Don’t ever let anyone say otherwise.

One of my most faithful readers asked about my many web sites and if they could somehow get a web site of their own. It is true, you to can have your very own spot on the world wide web. If you are interested, just ask.