Word of the night:

Trepanation (although the American Heritage seems to prefer Trephination, I saw it the other way first).

Had a date with another chyk from the personals.

Nope. Nada. Nichts. Nothin'.

Nice girl and all, and she's actually a grown-up, but there was absolutely nothing there. And I did almost all the talking. Ugh.

If people ask me questions, I'm pretty much going to spew forth with words, which is what I did tonight. Except the people I actually deal with regularly feel free to interrupt, interject, and otherwise push the conversation into other directions (into, well, the direction of conversation instead of monologue). She did not do this. And I was left to be the only interesting party at the table.

Ehhh.

At least we went by DCCD. The loot:

• Buena Vista Social Club CD (used)
• Peter Gabriel CD (the third one, melty-face, used)
• Elliot Smith, Figure 8 (new)
• The Modernist, The Modernist Explosion USA (new, bought because the cover was constructivist)
• Meeting people is easy. A film by grant gee about radiohead DVD (new)
• King Crimson, deja VROOOM DVD (new)

Sigh. I'd like to meet a chyk from the personals I, uhh, actually have something in common with.

(2000-04-28)