10.29.00
Sunday
I've got a fierce headache right now, and I don't feel well at all. but we won't dwell on that. there's a lot I wanted to write about concerning the weekend, but it's too much so I'm thinking I'll just skip most of it. We'll see.
The first thing that comes to mind is a conversation I had with Jen this morning. She was telling me about her woman problems. Biological woman problems. Anyway, she was telling me about some girl Leanne Bates in 4th grade, the first girl she knew of that got her period. She remembers being in gym class and seeing leann, and thinking "I just thought she fell down in the clay or something." Then "but the next thing I knew, the female phys ed teacher had her windbreaker around Leanne's waist, and was rushing her off to the promised land of womanhood!" I really should have been recording this little conversation, because I'm not doing it justice, and I thought it was such great dialogue, especially so early on a sunday morning. Anyway, she then told me that after much waiting and anticipation, her period started this morning. But she didn't have anything to take care of this development, so she had to go. but first she related to me the difference between pads and tampons, from a woman's point of view. basically, she said that when she, and every other woman she knows, started out, they were all given pads and never even told about tampons. Then after finding out about them, she was really pissed off "about having to wear a fucking diaper once a month for like two years!" Anyway, she felt horribly betrayed. like she had to wear training wheels for two years. Anyway, this was much, much funnier coming from Jen, when I was all headache-y and tired, but rather than trying to fix it up or erase it entirely, let's just move on.I just talked to Jen to get some more details, and she also added that she doesn't think Leanne ever graduated highschool, that girls who develop early are basically cursed. "i think she was in rehab by the tenth grade. It was just a sign of things to come. The kickball court was just the beginning. They start smoking, doing drugs, They're dating boys three years earlier than them, etc." Her roommate kelley corroborated this story with one of her own. Sad, really.
By the way, contrary to what some may think, everything I talk about actually does happen. but it's my take on it, so maybe it doesn't happen as others see it. okay?
I just took a personality test on thespark.com. My personality type was listed as SEAF: Submissive Extroverted Abstract Feeler. Also known as the Guru. The description is:
You are a GURU (SEAF)--kind, knowing, giving. Like Buddha of old, you can be a persuasive speaker, and you use your creative talents to further the objectives of your heart instead of your mind. But be careful that your friends don't take advantage of your relaxed nature, thatās what happened to Jesus.
Above all, you like going with the flow. And there is probably nothing in the world you havenāt smoked. Thatās cool. Oh yeah, you like to talk a lot. That's cool, too. Whatever.That's pretty close. Not entirely, but close enough. Isn't that nice?
Anyway, the weekend was a bit of a disappointment, which is unfortunate because I've had a rough couple of days at work. But whatever. I do have some amusing pictures from Friday, but I'm feeling a bit too lazy. the highlight of my evening on friday was probably sitting on the cold sidewalk on Ludlow St. with James' friend Dierdre, talking and listening to music. i didn't feel like sitting in a bar anymore, and sitting on the sidewalk and leanind against a garage door and just watching people walk by was very relaxing. And last night was sort of anticlimactic. It was fun though. Jen and I did a little shopping, went back to her place for a bit, then came back to Brooklyn and cooked dinner and drank wine and played music. Then I went down to Great Lakes and met Kathy, who I hadn't seen in almost two weeks, largely due to the implosion of the relationship with Jed. Kinda saw that one coming. Anyway, one thing she mentioned to me, was whether she was considered a friend or a PFC. the journal, it seems, is intruding too much on real life. ots to do today. Caryn has been on my ass to update her in the index of frequently used nouns. She feels she deserves her own entry, which she does. I'm actually on my way to her place now, as soon as I put some pants on. So more later today. Of course, for you, the time between this part of the entry and the next will be nothing at all.
It's about 11 hours since I wrote the previous section. I met Caryn for lunch. We went to Sammy's noodle shop on 6th ave and 12th st. I think. decent. Filling and hot and salty. But lunch was plasant. Hadn't seen caryn in a while. I can't really recall anything we talked about, which she'll be pleased to hear I'm sure. But I was feeling like shit. And I still had a splitting headache. And it's fucking cold outside. I'm really not ready for it. But she persuaded me to walk over to Tower Records and the Wiz, so we went and bought her a cd player, then checked out some magazines. She's looking for a new job at a magazine. I should be too. Anyway, nice to spend some QT with CG.
So about the time I was walking to Tower Records with Caryn, Rodzilla called to tell me that she had a few hours between shifts at work and was hanging out at an East Village coffee shop. So after Tower Records, I headed on over to 9th st. As unpleasant as it had been earlier, it got even colder and rainier as I walked to meet Rodzilla. Not pleasant at all. I really hate this kind of bitter cold. Cold weather can be nice, but this was about the harshest weather imaginable. Not cold enough to snow, but just a sharp frozen drizzle. A nuisance, really. Anyway, it's not like i didn't make it to the coffee shop or anything. And there I found Rodzilla, grading papers for her class. Geography stuff. She had me take the test she made. I did pretty well, for a 24-year old man taking a test for 14-year olds. It's still sort of weird to watch her do teacher stuff. She has the grade book and the red felt-tipped pen and the test with all the correct answers, just like she should. when I was in elementary school, it was always kind of cool to see all that special stuff that was reserved for the teachers. the bigger chairs, the teacher's edition books, the electric pencil sharpener. We were always so curious and envious. And of course, the dreaded grade book. But now, Rodzilla is the teacher, and she's got all that cool stuff. Anyway, I was just pleased that I could give competent responses to her geography test.
Anyway, after a while, one of Rodzilla's former co-workers from the restaurant she works at stopped by. She's english. we chatted with her for a while. A pleasant enough dame. And a pleasant enough day. I was feeling a bit better by the time Rodzilla went back to work, which improved my mood significantly. I also think the fact that it gets dark so early now, what with standard time rearing its ugly head again, affects my mood greatly. I like the daylight and the sun and the warmth the sun provides. Anyway, I came home and watched TV and read a little for my Parks job and played a whole lot of Nintendo with my roommates. It really brings us together. How nice.
By the way, here's something Jen and I read on the 2-3 train yesterday, in a little Barnes and Nobles ad, that she really liked. She was going to write it down, but I'm sure she forgot. I think this is what it said:I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only.
I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.I forget who wrote it. But it seemed sort of nice. Although I would of course prefer to be necessary and noticed. I'm sure that sentiment jibes with the personality test I took today.
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