Last night I found myself in an empty city park. I was standing on the edge of a small lake, surrounded by dark unintersting trees. On the far side of the water was a community soccer field, lit obscenely bright. I had a tall can of Topvar beer in a brown paper bag in one hand. Why was I here? I was to visit a friend at his home, but could not reach him by telephone, and I didn't know where he lived. Forty minutes I waited until he decided to answer one of my calls. Bastard. I began to wonder whether life becomes more interesting when it's told like a story. With letters and words and chapters. Do weblogs count as such? Is there anything inherently interesting about finding oneself alone in the dark expanse of a city park? If there is, am I just making it up? Or am I merely at the mercy of my fool of a friend- stranded in the cold until he happens to hear one of my telephone calls. I attempted twelve of them before he picked up. I don't really know where I'm trying to take this narrative. Maybe I just watch too many movies. When ever I'm about in public I try to look and feel like I'm thinking about something really interesting and on my way to do something very important. Unfortunately, I had no important resolutions in the park, but I did end up doing something worthwhile when I finally got ahold of my friend. We'll call him Thomas. A few of us snuck into a movie theatre and saw The Last King of Scottland. It was an incredible movie. It had everything that I like in a movie: scenes of luxurious items/property, scenes at airports, and that certain aire of 'international intrigue'/ 'global political drama' I find so consuming. It was rather easy to sneak in. We walked towards the fire exits, and immediately some other patrons were exiting, leaving an open door foor us to stroll on in.

Before all that nonsense in the park, I had dinner with Natalia. It went exactly as I had predicted in a previous post on 'The Gentleman's Review'. It's immensely clear she considers me but a friend, and I don't anticipate my fantasies of having a threesome with her, and any other of her lovely little friends, coming true anytime soon. We smoked marijuana then dined at a Carribean restaurant.

I have an examination at school tommorow. I studied very little. I'll probably have to write some hashing functions, expand some binomial summations, count some r-Combinations and r-Permutations, and maybe answer questions about sorting algorithms. It shouldn't be too difficult so long as I'm lucid and focused. I took some melatonin a few hours ago and should now retire to bed. Hopefully will awake having slept nine hours.