Saturday July 8 2006
Walked early and only got 3 hours sleep, so I had to go back to bed, and when I woke up about noon I was really out of it. Made myself a sandwich and watched some TV and I was watching this marathon of the show “Intervention” on A&E, and man, what a show. What I like about it, is there’s no narration, so the action speaks for itself: there’s no voice on there, saying dumb things like “But Cheryl was about to slip on the razor sharp slope of Heroin addiction”, or some bullshit like that. But it occurred to me that some of these people sort of peak too early, they’re too talented, or everbody loves them too much. They feel like they can’t live up to people’s expectations of who they should be, so they just say “screw it.” They also happen to fall in with the wrong crowd. But I thought about my friend Coleman, who was so talented, like WAY more talented than any of us other kids, but he became a heroin addict, and that gets expensive, so he had to steal things, and now he’s in jail. So sometimes I think it’s good to not peak too early, and for parents to not tell their children that they are “perfect beautiful angels” and stuff like that, because nobody’s perfect. Went to Bill Demain’s video party, and it was cool because I was in the mood to watch TV, but I ate so much junk food, it was shameful. I met a friend of Butterfly’s called Heidi Ross, and Frank from Pure Music was there and he wants to review the bees. Everybody was saying sorry for not being at the Bees show, and Brad and Carrie were there, and Jen Cohen, and she knows lots of Jewish jokes and she’s always telling them and making puns, like “it wouldn’t be jew-dicious” and stuff like that. There was some great footage of Marvin Gaye from some outdoor concert, and I think he’s the greatest singer I’ve ever heard, period. Also, some cool sixties movies, like “The Knack, and How to Get it”, which was some kind of psychedelic mysoginistic period piece, faintly reminiscent of “The Apartment” from what I could tell. It was nice, but it was kind of long, and It felt like there was no actual oxygen left in the room by the time it was over. Leslie came halfway through and was rolling her eyes at me the whole time like: “I’m SOOOO tired” and I kind of felt like well why did you come? But she said well maybe I won’t come to parties when I’m tired, and I said well, maybe you shouldn’t, and she said well then you probably won’t see very much of me, as in, well, i’m pretty much always tired. But she looked beautiful, and she can be very social when she wants to be. But typically, if I feel really tired, I won’t go out, because it takes so much energy to be nice to people, and I don’t want to go out and be in a bad mood. Went to bed around 12:30.