The following online journal entries are from December 2001.
SATURDAY. 11:37 AM. It's entirely possible that this year, 2001, has been the subject of some government or alien experiment in temporal acceleration. And because each of us on this planet are not outside the frame of reference, we cannot tell. But, my god, it's December! Year three is almost over.
December 1. World Aids Day. Here are a few good links for today:
It's a pretty dreary, rainy day in San Francisco. I am at a loss for what to do with myself. November was so busy. I just have to recovery and regroup a little.
Last night was pretty crappy. I had wanted to go out and celebrate that I had finished National Novel Writing Month, that I am officially on the winners list, that I took the GREs and did reasonably well, and that I finished my graduate school applications and mailed them without delay. I wanted to celebrate. I wanted to congratulate myself. And I did. I just did all of it by myself. Once again, the universe conspired to take all of my fun. Everyone I wanted to see and party with bailed. It sucked. I'm a little angry, a little disappointed, a little frustrated, a little lonely. And again I'm looking for some affirmation outside of myself. I guess I'll learn eventually. I wanted to share in my accomplishments. Is that so horrible? Is that so wrong? Isn't that why we have big parties, award ceremonies, go-go dancers, and personal websites?
I saw Jennifer last night, the co-owner of POW and a fellow NaNoWriMo writer. I hadn't talked to her in a couple of weeks, but she crossed the finish line, too!
Well, I guess the first order of business for today is to get up, get cleaned up, and get something to eat. We'll see what else comes up that might be fun. I have the NaNoWriMo End Party tonight. That should be pretty cool. And tomorrow we're gaming for the first time in over a month. I need to plan for that, too. Of course, I could always work on my novel some more. I guess I have plenty to do. I just feel like being lazy and grouchy.
The night has waned, the clock has ticked day's last
Congratulations to everyone who tried, who wrote, who dared, who saw the possibility in themselves. Brass rings for all. Laurel crowns for all. Cheers for all.
SUNDAY. 10:42 AM. I'm a little tired but it's all right. I had a pretty decent night last night at the NaNoWriMo End Party. It was held at a converted warehouse space on the border between SoMa and Mission. The place was amazing. It was like walking into a Real World house -- the main room (and I mean main) had cathedral ceilings with exposed timber framing, two fireplaces, an amazing kitchen with natural stone countertops, and enough room for nearly two hundred people. There was much talking, much reading of the samples people brought and pinned up around the room, much drinking, and much letting go. It makes me a little misty thinking about it. I hope that we all continue to communicate and hang out between NaNoWriMos. Kudos to the NaNoWriMo staff, to Lauren, to Matt M. (who was the cutest American guy there), to Dustin, to Pip (who was the cutest British guy there), to Carli, to Jennifer, to Elizabeth, to Matt N. (of the famous clam dip), and to everyone else! (As an aside, there were a complete lack of available queer men at the party. I think there was a complete lack of queer men period. Isn't that a statistical impossibility in San Francisco?)
The other little highlight was yet again proving that I'm a complete dork when it comes to anyone of even vague celebrity status. Dustin and I were standing near the keg (big surprise), when some new people showed up to the party. One of them, a woman with blond tresses and white ruffled shirt came in. Dustin remarked on how she reminded her of some actress. I looked at her and said, "You know who she really looks like... Kat from Real World London." I look again and am convinced that it's her. So, we're all wearing dorky nametags. I lean over to look at hers and it does say "Kat." So I have to talk to her. I walk over and say "I know you're going to totally hate this, but I just wanted to say I recognize you." She seemed embarrassed. She was very sweet. She participated in NaNoWriMo. We talked about writing and our novels and drank. It was fun.
FRIDAY. 1:14 PM. Another week done. Too bad I can't really say that I got as much done this week as I did the week before. I'm in a bit of a lethargy. I don't know what to do now that my deadlines are all past. I still have a bunch of things to do, but I just can't find the motivation. There is something powerful in a deadline. I guess I just have to create some (and stick to them) so I can get some things done.
Nothing really new to report. NaNoWriMo is mentioned in USA Today and the SF Chronicle. I was actually interviewed for the USA Today piece but I guess I didn't make the cut. I'm just in a blah sort of mood. It'll fade, I hope.
I did buy tickets for Fellowship of the Rings, which opens in less than two weeks! I am so excited. I am really looking forward to it. Every time I see the trailer for it on TV, I just get happy (except for the horrible Burger King ads with the strange but intriguing light-up cups). My tickets are for the 12:05 AM show of the night of December 18th. I can't wait. I've roped Dustin, my sister, her boyfriend, Rob, Murphy, and Josh G. into going. It'll be weird to get out of a movie at 3 AM. Heh.
Well, that's it for now. More later.
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