A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

With M last night. I admit that I did something horribly wrong, however. When I went into my roommate's room to use the printer, I found myself going through his computer, looking for old conversations between him and M. Its a decision I regret now, as R's faith and trust in me has lessened. That's what saddens me the most about my behavior. Anyways, I found some things that really hurt me. R told M about my sleeping with a mutual friend of theirs back in August; M said, "couldn't he have held... Sign in to see full entry.

One of the most interesting things about where I live is watching people--walking past, going about their daily business. Some of the most intriguing people to watch are teenagers. And they're the easiest people to noticed because they like to be watched. Take, for example, today: I encountered a group of seven of them in Starbucks. They were in high school--15, 16. There were two boys, five girls. Of the girls, there were two "pretty" girls, with too much makeup and vapid expressions on their... Sign in to see full entry.

Oh, my god, the woman talks nonstop... My mother, I mean. I just got off a 20-minute conversation with her in which I only said a few words the whole time, I swear. The rest was just her babbling about various things. Anyone else out there with a mother like mine? I just got back from another day at my internship. It's always interesting, and I really like the people who work there. It was more of the same: reading the slush pile. I only ran into one submission that seemed viable: an historical... Sign in to see full entry.

...actually, he was the one who contacted me (for a change). Initially, when I talked to M, I said that I liked him and hoped we could be friendly. When I'd talked to C about this whole situation, he guessed that maybe M thought I was hitting on him. Turns out that that's exactly what M thought--and he was a little scared off by it. He'd been in a relationship with a girl for three years and lived with her for a year, and just doesn't want to get into anything else just yet. I'm holding out hope... Sign in to see full entry.

Last night I told myself that I'd only drink "one glass" of Riesling while watching a movie (Foul Play, a 1970s farce of those old noir films). Well, "one glass" turned into the entire bottle. What can I say, the wine was good. I haven't had that much to drink in a really long time. I ended up passing out at around 11 pm, but was waken by the arrival of my roommate's brother and his friend, who have come to visit for the weekend. My roommate's mom is also in the city for the weekend, though she... Sign in to see full entry.