Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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I feel shitty. I was just talking to a guy who i always thought was totally self-confident and great and attractive and wonderful and found out that none of the above was true at all. I always had a certain envy of him inside of me because i had a lot in common with him (build, hair, humor) but he seemed so much more well-liked than me. However, as the conversation proved, he is even less confident than i am, despite all of this. Yet, in the face of all of that, he still has had some interludes with girls who i find to be totally out of my league, and then a couple of miles further than that. So… now i hate him even more for what he’s had with them, but sympathize totally with his inability to tell if he’s liked at all. Shitty.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/01/2030962/

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So, yeah… there’s a small problem which cropped up last night, having to do with a mouse. I seem to have a mouse, you see. As we’ve been over previously, i am not especially fond of rodents when they’re running rampantly around my apartment. Yes, it means i should probably clean more. Yes, i know it’s definitely more afraid of me than i am of it. Frankly, i don’t really care anything at all for rationality, which was my motivation last night while i stood on my chair with my keyboard in one hand pecking out an “SOS” message on instant messenger. Three minutes later i left the apartment (and matt) to fend for themselves against our evil mousey foe and took off at a jog for where i’d be staying the night. It was mouseless. I slept through my first class, but i didn’t mind so much, because i knew my toes wouldn’t be nibbled off if i let my guard down. Ah, how i love security…

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/01/2024168/

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It was raining when i walked out of the building, down on campus. A dull light rain. I didn’t really expect it, but i didn’t really mind either. It sort of calmed me as it blanketed the world in its uniform gray. As i walked north towards my apartment, tiny raindrops began to crystallize into the smallest and most perfect snow flurries i’ve ever seen. They dusted my hair and jacket until by the time i rounded my corner i was fully coated and sparkling. I wonder if it’s still raining down on campus? Or, if i came outside just in time to see the snow begin to fall. Stuff like that keeps my mind at play…

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/01/2024010/

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Dropped film/video, to the objections of lots of people. Oh well … even my film major friends concede the impossibility of juggling a hard film class with a commitment to theatre. It’s a shame, because i was scoring some lovely metaphors for life from the camera techniques, but the work was slaying me. Meanwhile, i have suddenly become one of the focal points of theatre gossip, and it’s a little unnerving. I mean… i love people to take an interest in my life, but spot interrogations blur the line between fun and scary. Anyhow… i suppose this is supposed to teach me to lay off the blabbing whenever i get a piece of juicy gossip, because it just turns the person in the center of it all into a pawn with you wondering how s/he’ll move without any regards to feelings.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/01/2010389/