EP Girl postponed dinner till Monday, so my day actually went as follows: Lunch with Lizzie at Bombay Gaylord, where she imparted information about endocrine systems and we also had nostalgic conversations about friends over delicious Indian food. Also I was introduced to a new thrift store, right near the downtown Silver Spring area! I really need to get more in touch with my hometown.

Favorite moment of conversation...

Me: Hey Lizzie, do you still have that awesome cat purse that you bought a few years ago?
Lizzie: Which one? I have a bunch of cat purses.

Afterwards Kat came over to my house, and we took a walk in the park and stared at a few deer on the trail. I know it's silly of me because the deer are everywhere now, but I never fail to become excited when I see one. Little narrow face and big ears! The trembling suspicion of the young bucks wondering if they should charge me or peacefully go on their way! DOE EYES! The sheer awesomeness of a wild animal taking a moment to pay attention to you, somewhat like what I imagine darsan feels like...

And there were silly jokes about fantasy stereotypes, all that good stuff. Oh, and my favorite moment from dinner, while discussing ways to make money...

Richard Hell: I can't sell my sperm because I have a history of mental instability.
Me: Also because you're SHORT. Nobody wants your short babies!
Richard Hell: *stares at me with mute rage while my dad bursts out laughing*

Oh yeah, but the main thing I wanted to write about is this: I finally got around to getting some of Patrick Wolf's wonderful music. And when I woke up this morning I just felt tired, and inclined to doubting all of my endeavors, as in "Why do I even bother trying to chase women when I feel too apathetic to connect with anyone? And why do I keep talking about this silly idea of volunteering abroad when I know deep down that it's foolish and unfeasible? And why is it that I only really feel normal and at ease when I'm in a crowd of strangers flailing into each other while listening to grating music (seriously, at no other time)? Any why do I keep trying to convince people on LJ with these posts that I'm interesting when it all comes out as either melodramatic masturbation or the flightiest inanity possible?" And then I started listening to PW's Lycanthropy album and that magically went away. So instead of deleting my LJ I'm just gonna keep writing these self-indulgent little rants, and damn the imaginary judgement that I'm so convinced I receive!

Thanks, Patrick Wolf!

Signing out now.