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

ladies

I never wanted a girlfriend as much as I wanted to be someone's boyfriend.... does that make sense?





Probably not.

Dave doesn't care about shit anymore.