snowly sleep

January 20th, 2000. Thursday

So it's 1:22 in the afternoon, and I just got up and out of the shower. I had one of the better night's sleep I've had in weeks. that in itself seemed worth documenting. I think what played a big role in that was waking up earlier in the morning, and somehow knowing that it snowed outside. You know how you can just tell by the way the little bit of morning light seeps into your room? I guess it just subconsciously took me back to grade school, when you knew it snowed outside when you woke up, and then school was cancelled and you just plopped down in bed. Those were always my most peaceful, content moments.
     Hopefully, the snow means that it's warmed up a bit. I think it's been too cold for it too snow lately. I think that's possible. Something about the altitude of the clouds. Anyway, i have class in an hour and a half. It's kind of pathetic when I have to rush through my waking period to get to class by 3. Anyway, more later.

So... it's still cold. And snowy. Class today was about as much as I expected. A little hope, a little disappointment, a little anger. We had to describe what culture(s) we identified ourselves with. I hate that question. And I had no answer. This one foolish girl said she was a "Riot Grrl." She was a big joke. Anyway, it seemed a rather artificial question, and I really didn't want to answer. But I tried to answer as best I could, although I think I came off as I usually do, as a big joker. I was trying to be serious, but i'm so sarcastic all the time that I think my professor thinks I'm some sort of clown. I really, literally do feel like a clown in those classes. All I do is try to bring a little grounded common sense, instead of all sorts of theoretical suggestions and thoughts. I'm very big on common sense and the like, and it seemed to me that some of the people in class are much more about posturing, and that really pisses the shit out of me.
Can you "piss the shit" out of something? it seemed ok at the time.

    Jed and I went over the local eatery Dizzy's tonight, for a cuppa joe. I swear, every time I go out to a restaurant, I get no fucking respect. Everytime the waiter simply passes me by, I wanna scream "Hey, am I a fucking mirage over here?"

    Anyhow, I kind of want to write something, so we tossed around a couple of movie ideas. For some reason, they all centered around gay scenarios. What better material for a comedy than homosexuals? When we were all out a few weeks ago, we thought the idea of a gay mafia was really funny. And at a different point, we wanted to write something that would be a touching gay prison movie. You know, not the usual rape and sodomy you hear about in prison, but a sensitive, self-discovery flick where the two main characters slowly realize over the course of 3 consecutive life sentences that perhaps they prefer the company of men to the company of women. It isn't forced upon them, although I'm sure there'd be a brutal man-on-man rape scene to contrast the sensitive story. Jed's other idea was a historical fiction. Lief Erickson, the viking sailor who supposedly came to North America in the 13th centrury I think, is gay in our story. So he comes to America, only to discover that the Native Americans shun him and his fellow gay sailors. So the movie would show that it was in fact the Native Americans who invented discrimination. That way, it would better justify all the horrible things that happened to them after the white man cometh. Jed thought, as an added bonus, we could say that the film was sponsored by the Department of Indian Affairs, which did all those horrible things to the red man. Anyway, I'm sure that that would draw all sorts of publicity to our little film. Any publicity is good publicity, they say.

So I'm having some roommate drama right now. Alice is moving out as soon as possible. And Jed is moving in as soon as possible. Unfortunately, their "as soon as possible" scenarios aren't sychronizing too well. And I've long forgotten who paid what as far as deposits go. So I see a lot of big ol' headaches coming my way.
Checking my webstats today, someone found this journal by doing a search for Rodzilla. I found that a bit curious.

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