#3

The number three is recurring rather crazily in my life right now.

Three day weekends, with not a whit to do.

Three days of work left at both of my jobs.

Three cups of coffee to start off me day.

I jumped off the diet for a meal last night and enjoyed some kickass REAL FOOD last night, which was incredible. And it leads me to conclude that I'm not really going to be able to maintain the same liqiuidic resolve as I maintain for the solids in my mad new diet. Meaning, I'm going to continue to get my booze on with a vengeance. My dad's crazy friend George is in town, and he told me about some liquor store in Houston where I'd be able to get a case of Rothchild's Bordeaux for about $6 a bottle. Which might be extra necessary because when I imagine myself drinking that shit like it's going out of style (which I suppose it surely has, but it's the best wine I've had recently and I usually only drink shit in the US anyway) instead of pounding away on the Peebers, as Austin (or more specifically, my Austin mates) tends to demand.

Speaking of that old chestnut, we are now entering the two weeks or less phase of the countdown. I will be ready to go as of the 26, which is a mere eleven days from now. I am still vainly insisting upon taking the GRE before I leave, so I suppose I'd best get to studying, hmmmmmmmmm?

Things are going quite all right for the moment. I think I will actually be capable of enjoying a quiet weekend at the house and run off to Missoula one last time next weekend before briefly stopping through there days later to take the GRE and have a little goodbye party.

My last weekend there was legendarily fun, and I saw the crush that almost eclipsed the notorious secretly gay C-Rod of my senior year. This guy is maybe 21 now, with lips that go on for miles and those fantastic Prince William style teeth (big but not buck...does anyone know what I'm talking about or perhaps share this oddest of fetishes?) and blue eyes and trendy blondish hair. I definitely remember staring at him in creative writing and watch him sit around and look bored. Well, he got about 37 times hotter, which absolutely disturbed me, but somehow I was able to hold a half-hour conversation with him, perhaps uniquely because I was not fully conscious and yet not unstoned either. Hot, hot, hot and made me feel just like I was in college again, which sometimes an old boy like me needs to feel.

I made the mistake of strolling across the campus on Monday, when the fall colors were blazing and everyone is running around campus, clad in back to school clothes and blahblahblah...I felt insanely envious. I guess of all the possibilities and (faux) purpose locked up in that place.

Back to the present. Nine or ten days hence, I shall have crazy white-blond hair if I have to fucking TORCH my scalp to do it! And it's going to look hot, alternately spiked out like a Japanese cartoon character or swept back '40s playboy style. I think it will totally fit with my Halloween costume, which is going to be a crazy escaped convict thing, to mesh with my 'Escape from Montana' state o'mind right about now.

Okay, I just thought I would sound off and now that it is my birthday o'clock (read 12:22) I'm going to scamper off and make some magic happen before seeing Elizabethtown, which was interestingly reviewed in the NYT the other day. Not a good review, but rather one that made me curious as to what I would like/hate about this film. Will perhaps revive a little culture-snackery on the morrow.