A interview with Drew Barrymore and Tim Roth. So I followed the link and read a rather interesting interview with the two. It looks as if Ms. Barrymore isn't the burned out flake that some may deam here as.
The thing that really caught my eye was the Chat Link at the bottom of the page. I followed it and found a great little user interface for chatting. The HTML version was way cool. I then went to ICHAT HOMEPAGE and found the Plugin that was suggested to use. I installed and it ran great. I would say that it is far better than SamNellaS. But thats just cause there are more options there.
Gus came in and we shot the proverbial shit for a while. The Webmaster came in and the three of us sat around and spoke of office politics. I suggetes we bring in doughnuts and coffee as we have done this the past three Saturday mornings.
I soon grew tired and had to make my way home to take my post-work-nap.
Saturday:
My dream during my post-work-nap was very disturbing. I was this cop I suppose, and there was this killer on the loose. Evedentally what he did was he would stalk the people he killed for a long time before he actually killed them. Strange I know. I was to be the victim. At some point I walked into this back room long enough to look out the window and see him out there looking at me. The whole time all of the police squad was in the other room. I acted as if i didnt see him and made my way back up to tell one of the others. He was slick to what I was doing and ran around to the front of the building. If course he didnt know that the entire police squad was there to help me. So it ended in a big fire fight of explosions and what not. Then I woke up. The wierd thing is that my dreams have been getting progressivly more and more realistic. I mean I cant really tell that Im dreaming. Alot of the dreams I have at one point or another been able to tell myself "hey dont get too attached cause this is a dream". But latley things have been so life-like so real. I'm not sure why this would be.
Upon my waking up I told my brother about my dream. He then explained that this was my "child" self; represented by the killer fighting my "adult" self or the person I am striving to be. I usually don't put too much water in my brothers philiosophical nature; being that usually he doesnt have one. I puttered around the house ate took a shower and prepared for the Pisces Party tonight. I took a pair of shoes my Dad gave me and spay-painted them silver. They turned out pretty good. If I do say so myself. I then went into town and went by Stephens and hung out for a while. I then was looking for a nice sweater to by for the evening, but when spring fasions come around there are no sweater to be found.
I had to go back to my house before I was to go pick up Gus. On my way out there I saw the Comet that is in the air these days. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
I hurried around the house to get things together. Soon I was on my way back to town. I arrived at Gus's house at about 8:45. He and Deya were there. He and Deya and I set off for the casa-de-Lauren Hoffman.
The Pisces Party
We arrived at Lauren's at roughly 9:20pm. On the ride there Gus did some filming of the road. We fairly interesting conversation. Deya is a quiet girl. I found her through the evening sounding vaugley like Jessika It was quite odd, I wondered if it was me or did she really sound like that.
We found our way by the shear grace of my sence of direction, over all knowledge of the local lay-out and the fact that I had read over the directions several times the day before. It was lucky that I could remeber the directions so perfectly. I was astounded as I don't think the others appreciated the true gravity as I didn't know where the invitaion was. A fact I clearly stated.
Once there (the party) I was greeted by several ballons on the outside and once inside the site of what seemed to be a Calypso-esque band and non other than Ms. Lauren Hoffman. I guess I should state that there was a brief time in my life when I found her quite attractive. The situation was nothing more than me indulging in a situation plagued with awkwardness and flirting. I soon realized I was mostly attracted to her songs. Still for some reason It was a mildly flirtatious, But I digress.
Lauren stated she was glad I had brought friends. I can't remeber if I introduced Gus and Deya or if the did they did it on there own. The house was beautifully decorated and had two huge paper mache fishes. I asked Lauren who all lived there. She told me that Anse was about to move out. She said she was looking for someone to move in. Naturally I asked her what the rent would be. She told me $xxx.oo which I thought wasn't bad. I have been looking to move out of my parents for quite some time now. Besides that the house was beautifully designed.
As you walk there is a large hard wood floor room. (where the band was) To the left was a Hall that led to typical hall dwelling rooms. The bedrooms, bathroom and closet. Just as you entered the room where the band was there were stairs that led to the right and up like most steps do. at the top was a small room probably used as a study at one time. This little room had large windows on the the two back walls. The room overlooked the main room (band room). It was a great house
To the right was a small hallway that lead to what would have been the dining room. I believe there was a fire place in there but Im not sure. The kitchen was opposite the dining room with a great island with those circles in the top that get hot when you turn the other little knob thingys. A supper huge refridgerater. I was in love with this house (as much as one can love a house).
The faux-dining room had lots and lots of food. Catered by the C&O. Of course Gus found a place for his jacket and video camera. (I didnt even notice it on the way in) He and deya spied the wine and under direction from Lauren helped themselves. I too found myself palletting a glass of some sort of red "Vino". It was dry....I wonder why and how humans convinced themselves that this was tasty. But I drank to somehow find a corner to fit into this place. I knew hardly anyone here. There were children of the age 12 and under. Mothers of those children. As well as a few other people that I yet again did not know. I sometime have this way of feeling completly insecure in large social situations. Put me in front of a microphone and few people that are listening and all that disapears. It's funny that way.
More and more people showed themselves. I asked Lauren to show me around. She led me down to the bed rooms. There was this room that had a ladder that lead up to a loft. It was a great room and I instantly saw potential for the room. (was once told, by one of those career placement tests in health class, that I would make a good interior decorater. I just think I am begining to know how to express myself so how could that test be acurate although I am good at organizing things but like the pisces I am I have a hard time keeping them organized)
The party got more and more people. I started to feel a little vino induced confidence. I had a nice conversation with Christian Breeden. The night moved on and very little stuck out as ecessivly moving. There was a part where Gus and I talked astrology on the stairs. Some of the guest's I did know were:Lauren, Lili (Lauren's sister and guest of honor)Gus, Deya, Peter Grieser, Marjan, Rapheal even showed up later as well as a few others like Christian Breeden, Emily Tisdale, Kim (Christians girlfriend I guess) as well as many others that I knew or were aquaitences with.
I spoke with Lauren for a while in the kitchen about music and the music business. It was enlightening cause she's got her foot in the door so to speak and I dont yet. I suggested to her that Her Rapheal and I should do a show at Main Street Guitar & Drum's acoustic attic. (thats what the playing space upstairs is called now)
I even spoke to Rapheal shortly about me being in his new band. Or to put it more the way I invisioned it. He and I would be the song writers. I think it would be a great duo. So at about 12:20am I was getting a headache. The "Santa Clause" I had purchased had come to no use at this party. So I decided we should head out for Charlottesville.
Once in town the three of us went to Gus's house to get high. Two of the goths showed up. Monster Boy and Leticia. We smoked more had many conversations and laughed alot.
Over all I think this evening was nicer once I got high, I just wished I had rembered a bowl. I soon grew tired at about 4:00am and took off for 22 elliewood for some rest. (Just so you know gus I didn't read your entry for the party till I got here)
Sunday
Everyday is like sunday, Everyday is silent and gray.
-The Smiths.