Mail to G-RockWell, as shitty as the day started, it didn't end that badly. And I'm only saying this because of the last 2 hours. I got home from class at around 10:30, and I've been on the phone since. That doesn't happen a lot, but I was feeling particularly chatty. I spoke with Jed, who said he'd talked to Matt, whose friend Lisa is at USC film school and supposedly needs to make a short film, so Matt's going to be in it. So jed pitched him one of the stories that we had discussed some weeks ago, about the gay viking movie. So after a dinner of hotdogs and velveeta on an english muffin, I called Matt, who had just talked to Jed earlier. I noticed a hit from Georgetown today, so I assumed it was him. I really just wanted to ask him about something I'd heard in my journalism class today. It's a small world. I'm being deliberately cryptic. I hate that I have to be.Anyhow, we discussed for a bit the new discovery that a former girlfriend of James' is now dating a former boyfriend of Berry, my former roommate (and friend. But that's a whole 'nother story). The weirdness is increased by the past weirdness of Berry and James's relationship. Basically, I don't think anything ever happened with them, which oddly enough was the cause for the weirdness, as I perceive it. Anyhow, the whole thing has an ugly incestuous feel to it, what with this bizarre love quadrangle. It's particularly incestuous because I think Berry heard about it from another of her former male suitors. James got along well enough all of the people in the bizarre love quadrangle, and that makes things a bit weirder actually. Personally, as far as James's former and Berry's former, I'm not sure who I'm more surprised with. I didn't ever think they were each other's types, and I think they could both do better. But I never really knew either one too well. Not that I have to justify my opinion to the lkes of you. I just don't like surprises. Speaking of which, I wonder if he reads this. I get a lot of midwest hits, fairly consistently, and I know no one in the midewest, and I can about count the people that read this that I don't know on one hand minus a few fingers.
Speaking of that... You know, I know someone out there is reading this on a fairly regular basis. I don't normally like to acknowledge this fact, but I haven't been getting a lot of email lately, so why don't some of you wrote me something for god's sake? Then again, I suppose if I knew exactly who was reading this it'd cause me to censor my writing even more.
So I'm listening to this Modest Mouse cd again, Building Nothing Out of Something. I can't stop listening to it. I like just about every song, even the ones I thought were really stupid. right now, i'm particularly fond of "Baby Blue Sedan," and "broke." Slow, kind of sappy songs. I think I may have to invest in another Modest Mouse cd this weekend. I'm also thinking of listening to more alt-country type music. The last few times I've been down to Great Lakes, I've heard a lot of Wilco, and I've always kind of liked them, so I'm looking to diversify a bit.
So I spoke with PFC Kathy at some length this evening, just before I sat down to write. I'm not sure what to make of that girl. Sometimes I'll see her or speak to her everyday, other times I won't speak to her for weeks. I guess she's a bit more focused on her work. Speaking of work, I'm handing in a lot of crap lately. It's very disheartening, because this term I think I'm actually learning something. But my work has been lackluster as of late. Sometimes these journalism-types really piss me off. These fucks who always answer the professors' questions with stupid rhetorical questions, always having to say something like "... and I think that raises a lot of interesting questions about blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blah... etc, etc, etc...
Honestly, that's about how long they go on for, getting off on the sound of their own voice. Let me tell ya, there's nothing that I find more satisfying in class than a professor who, after listening to all this shit, will call someone on all this shit. A simple "I don't really know what you're talking about," really outs a big ol' grin on my face, Internally. One must keep up appearances.
Anyhow, I have tentitive plans to maybe do something with Kathy this weekend, but she's never been the reliable sort. Well, maybe that's not quite fair. But hell, I don't know how else to describe it. But she likes to play the guitar (or gee-tar as I like to say), and that's always a fine time. I've been playing a lot more lately. I think it's this modest mouse cd that's reinvigorated my interest. I really, really miss rockin'. I wish James had a drum set so we could all get together and play. I miss that the most about college, the garage at the SHOE. The police would always come over, since they were right next door, and tell us to stop, and we'd be like "Fuck you pig! ROCK AND ROLL!!!" Well, actually, it was more like "um... Sorry, sir. Yes sir. Whatever you say sir." But we can all have out rock n' roll fantasies, can't we?
I still haven't booked my ticket to France yet. Rodzilla will most likely chalk this up to laziness, but I've been told that around three weeks ahead of time is when it'll be cheapest. I think Rodzilla still doesn't believe I'm coming. I'm not sure I know why. I don't think I've historically been all that unreliable, particularly when it comes to her. Ok, maybe in other regards I'm fairly unreliable, but not with something like a European holiday. God knows I've been looking to get outta this godforsaken city for months now. And, you know, I really miss Rodzilla.
awww....
Well, since I've talked about almost everybody I know today except Jen, here's a Jen update: She dyed her hair unsuccessfully, which actually turned her hair darker instead of blonder. And she also bought a new TV. These two things are unrelated.
By the way, on the paper I got back today, the professor told me I misused the word "veracity." When i handed in that paper, I was particularly pleased with my use of "veractiy." I hate when that happens.
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