Sunday May 25, 2009

This Friendship thing is killing me. Literally, figuratively, every way possible.
Can Laura, Dan and I coexist and create?

Sunday may 24, 2009

Working out is addicting.

Friday May 22, 2009

It's 5:17 and I am still up. I ran into an old friend Jack Ortega.
It turns out that you pretty much know everyone in the city. If
you think you don't for a minute, keep the conversation going.
You'll figure it all out.



Love is the best...

Tuesday May 19, 2009

I love the people I surround myself with.
Dinner was a success. With that said, I still don't understand the current frenzy on gossip girl. I also can't understand why everyone loves this Chuck Bass character.

Flashback to yesterday.
Got drunk at Gallery. Drank a bit more with a guy named John, I think....and Tif!
Had a drink with Charles in a bar that wasn't the gallery. Tif crashed my bed, again.
The no sex bet is on after this weekend. I wonder what is gonna happen to the both of us! It's been three weeks for me already....and the last time was memorable, in the weirdest way possible.

Sunday May 17, 2009

Prom in chronological order:
11pm: Woke up.
Regretted not going to graduation.
1200pm: freaked out.
100pm: Phone tag.
200pm: Shower.
230pm: Late already fuck.
5pm:Erick and Laura! yes...
505pm: Laura....omgyes.
520pm: Loading car.
530pm: locked keys in fucking studio.
545pm: Israeli locksmith bails us for $75. Wants to buy my paintings.
600pm: Go to Prom Late.
700pm: Get there realize that we forgot a bag.
705pm: Erick goes back to get it.
730pm: I smoke cigarettes feverishly.
Laura waits patiently upstairs.
800pm: We start to dj.
1000pm: Everything goes fine till we blow out our amp.
Gave little to no shit as the Prom went on.

ALL NIGHT: Awkward moments seeing a girl from the high school I kinda slept with....I know.
MISTAKES FUCK.

Wednesday May 13, 2009

Monday night dinner was a success once again. I think Kris may be the raddest girl alive and I still can't figure out why Nicole isn't married yet.

Monday May 11, 2009

Some people don't like my humor.
Dinner at my house. I'm going broke trying to be good to my friends.

Friday May 8, 2009

Just finished the last of my homework. Goodbye college hello real world. I'll read a few pages of a comic book. Smoke a cigarette, and wonder for a bit whats gonna happen now. Earlier I got a text that read "I'll come over and we can make out like its high school".

No it was not sent by a girl still in high school. A bit of irony, considering the twist and turns my life has taken. I wonder what my cats think when they see me with a girl. They are usually always there.

sidenote: I am not ready for the real world by any means. Not now, maybe not ever. I think I just heard gun shots out my window.

Thursday May 7, 2009

I am in the middle of finishing the last bits of school. The last bits are quite excruciating, and the anticipation of never having to show my face at the school is giving me a spiritual boner.

Last night we decided to play soccer in the rain and mud. It was fun, dirty, cold, mostly fun.
This is how I look clean, not covered in mud. The shirt is Laura's and so are the shorts. I have a large collection of other peoples clothes. I need them anyhow, mine are getting holes.

Tuesday May 6, 2009

Drunk. Back from Liars club. Dj'd a killer set. A few people danced. Everyone asked about Laura, my DJ partner. I recruited her for this very reason. I was hoping I would be wrong the whole time. I guess not. People love pretty people. I love pretty people. I love her. I love everyone to be fair.

Graduation is creepin'.

Monday May 5, 2009

Monday Night dinner.
We do this every monday.
It is the best day out of the week for me.
I wish I could marry all of my close friends.

Sunday May 3 2009

Worked with an Uncle. Rode the Whip. Played Kickball with people I don't know. they made me laugh. Played soccer with people I know really well. They made me sweat. Went to the Gallery to drink beverages. Ate at PMU with Matt Renger and Louis. Long conversations on existence and reality. The food was Ok. The coffee worked. I saw Andrea, the waitress I bombarded for a month with adorable illustrations of endearment. She doesn't remember me. She carries the pictures in her pocket though, I know this for sure. Her boyfriend is tall and has a beard. TYPICAL. I am a boy who likes everyone. I surround myself with people I love. Why not?

Tee-eye-eff. Where'd you go? I could use a conversation.

Friday May 1 2009

The day starts as so. Woke up and watched as much sportscenter as possible. The bulls had won last night in triple overtime. I had attended the game. Thank you Dan Perzan. Best game ever? Possibly. In the future google "Joakim Noah steal", and you'll know whats up.

After a few hours of sportscenter I went to my dreaded shit hole school to print large fauxmerican apparel ads I created. It was for a gallery, being run by none other than Mikul Wing himself. Of course. My pieces were a hit. I sold them. I sold one to Laura (she was glowing as usual) so that shouldn't count.

I'm in love with any girl who gives me the slightest bit of attention these days, but all MY attention gets filtered to an 18 year old girl named Laura. Funny thing is the piece of art she bought reads in big bold letters "young as fuck" across the top, in the typical american apparel font. The image is of a 12 year old girl doing the splits in the air. Ironic? Fucked up? Who cares.

Played a shit show at a shit bar but hung out with good people. I saw my friend Blake there, who knows my friend Tif, who I was on the fone with at the bar...I wouldn't know either of these people if I never met Kirsten, who I never see these days anyway. The first time I met Tif was at some faux party at the Noble Tree Cafe. She was crying over something god knows what, but I remember I had myself a little crush then. She looked cool. Turns out she is.

I really like people, and I really like girls. Never go to 4500 N. Elston....Well maybe.

Game 7 of what is being dubbed the greatest Nba first series ever, is tomorrow. Bulls Celtics!

David

last day of April 2009

This blog has proven to be another useless online form of me. But whatevs. I'll squeeze everyday into a paragraph....look back in a year and laugh.

Dan Perzan Bought Bulls tickets, went to the greatest game ever played in any sport ever. I ran into a high school friend. In fact her seat was right next to mine. Odd that in a stadium with 30,000 seats, we cross paths here. Even odder is the fact we got the tickets from a scalper in Plano Texas. How do things work out? I don't know. Bulls win, Joakim Noah is a hero for a day. I am in love with my city, and everyone in it. I am also in love with Laura Wing, because I'm a weirdo. Tomorrow I'll be in love with someone else. Its fun!

That concludes that day.

David