April 16th, 2000. Sunday.
Mail to G-Rock
Things are definitely kind of weird right now. I spent the majority of the day with PFC Kathy. I met her down on 7th Ave this afternoon. But before I met her, I went to get a bagel at La Bagel Delight. When I walked in, I was surprised to see Hollywood actor Steve Buscemi standing there, chatting with the bagel people. My first celebrity sighting in Park Slope, and just a step up from my multiple Oliver Platt sightings. How very exciting. I'm not 100 percent sure it was him. it coulda been an impersonator. But why someone would want to look like Steve Buscemi is beyond me.So anyhow, Kathy and I went up to 32nd st. in manhattan, to go to this Korean grocery. That took quite a while, then we came back here, hung out, cooked dinner with Jed, and now here I am. Jed and Kathy are out somewhere. I saw Jen last night, and I told her this whole Jed-Kathy thing was giving me an odd sense of familiarity. I was glad that i didn't have to explain that to her. Matt's entry in my little glossary explains it a little better.
But it's defintely starting to change things with Kathy. It's just really weird. I've never encountered a situation like this before, where two of my friends who didn't know each other get together, leaving me feeling sort of weird when they're together. It's like all of a sudden my presence is superflous. So here I am, sitting in my room, listening to Luna, and writing in my little online journal. And I'm pretty cool with that. It's nice to have some space. I like space. I need space. As much as I can't wait for Rodzilla to be in New York, there's no way I'd wanna live with her. I need a little Greg space, you know? I need to be a slob, and sit around and play nintendo or some other computer shit. I like keeping the toilet seat up, sleeping diagonally, and having my closet and drawers full of my stuff and my stuff only. That said, I really, really can't wait for Rodzilla to get back.
So last night was kind of a bust. I spent most of the day with PFC Caryn, who came over to help me write a cover letter for this internship. i enjoy when people come over to Park Slope. I hate going to Manhattan on the weekends. I'd rather go play firsbee in Prospect Park or sit around playing Goldeneye or Mariocart or something like that. Kathy came over yesterday, with a boatload of leftover food from an internship meeting at NYU she had to work at. So we hung out for a bit too. Actually, I was typing on my computer while Kathy and Jed snuggled on my bed. That weirded me out too, in a Matt/Jen kind of way. sigh... always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
Anyhow, after a whole lotta distractions, we got to Jen's place, then went out to meet Caryn at Fez, a bar on Great Jones street and Lafayette. I kept waiting for the night to turn fun, but it never really did. Kind of like a cake that didn't rise. What made it worse was that we stayed out till after 3 am. I really don't have much fun going out these days. Except just hanging out down at Great Lakes.
Besides that, though, I feel pretty good. I got an email from a professor who was impressed with an article I brought in for class. I'm kind of worried about two lackluster papers that I haven't gotten back yet. But the last 3 I wrote were received really well. I have kind of a knack for ironic foreshadowing, but I feel like I'm starting to find my niche. I'm not exactly sure what that is, but I can sort of feel myself settling into it, for the first time in 24 years. I think. I have no real reason to feel that way, just a feeling. But I feel like I have a better idea of where I'm going, writing-wise. I feel a little sharper, a little more clear on what I have to do. So I feel ok. Just this vague sense of not-bad, which is an improvement over the last few weeks. So I'm feeling sort of content with this writing thing. Of course, I'd still rather be a rock star.
DA&R
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