12:39 a.m. - 2005-05-07
is she really goin' out with hiiim?
sometimes, rereading log files from four years ago prompts a, holy shit, i used to be like that? type response. because i certainly come off as way more of a cock, a worse listener, and generally a more geeky and obnoxious person by many factors of ten. but then there are other parts where it's like, has four years gone by and i'm still that much the same person? like i'll make some observation about a song (in the logs) and i'll realize that i made the same observation recently about the same song.
i admit that not having anything additional to say about "trucker's atlas" after four years isn't really the epitome of living in a static way, but in a way i am still stuck with the same screwups and the same melodramatic interpersonal dynamics - with the difference, i guess, that i don't actually let them get as melodramatic anymore. a series of honest friends intolerant of bullshit have beaten that tendency out of me, which is a good thing.
there's fridays where you have a busy and productive day and some great times with rarely-seen people, and you feel all right calling it quits at 12. then there's fridays where all the same things are true, except the last one.
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