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July 23rd, 2005
10:04 am - Random post-yesterday madness
this morning I finished reading The Paper Men, and was pleasantly surprised. I didn't really understand until the last line of the book everything that was going on, that I was supposed to hate the narrator... anyway I sat on my bed stunned for about ten minutes, just thinking about this short sentence, the novel that ends with an incomplete word. It was good.
I also woke up with little spots of rust all over my white sheets and robin-egg-blue blanket. This was from my finger, which was bleeding when I feel asleep. This is why you should never have light-colored bedding. I feel guilty that I have forever stained the sheets and comforter, but at least I didn't shit in the tub and cause the enamel to rot away like Sean...
Began reading Me Talk Pretty One Day--only two chapters into it, but what a great piece of writing--a novel or a series of short stories? I'm too notfar into it. Funny funny funny and sad real life sex. All that. Plus Midgets.
Last night was pleasant, we all sat up late and played cards, talked about the country and our tutors and all sorts of things like that: mostly it was happy and good, wine-drinking night. I halved my bottle with Jonothan and went home feeling lover-ly and ready to meet the world. Unfortunately all that the night yeilded in that area was a chance to rem'nis about Jacqueline and to make me miss Adrian. This weekend I am determined to: read and comprehend my John Donne assigned reading, write more on the shortstory? I began yesterday, and possibly work on the Senior Sem peice I brought with me but have thus far only marked further into nonreading status. Sounds good? If I actually accomplish all of these rather than diving head-first into Me Talk Pretty, then I will have accomplished something.
P.S. I hate misogynistic girls who insist on wearing make-up, skirts, and talking like a mix between priss-es and jocks. As in 'oh I hate all females, I am far superior to you whinning simpering little bitches, but now let me go and put on my best girlface'
yuck. or maybe a certian someone is just bothering me.
Maybe what really bothers me about her is her disgusting raps about how proud she is of being working-class, while going out and spending my weekly allowance every day... Jon, Stephen and I all looked at our shoes, and I wanted to slap the insensitivity right out of her head. Working class my ass.
Current Mood:  giddy
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