March 22, 1999.
Monday
It's Monday. I can't say I'm too pleased to
be at work, but that goes without saying. But i just said it.
Sort of. If I "can't say," did I say it? It's too early.
Anyway, I had a pretty pleasant weekend. I was back in Lexington
again. I started off by going over to Rodzilla's,
and hung out briefly before Jed came over.
We were scheduled to go to some St. Patrick's day party on Washington St.
And since we were scheduled to do so, we decided to go. Of course,
St. Patrick's day had passed two days earlier, but no one made mention
of that. I guess they didn't wanna have it on a school night. But
Wednesday is something of a party night in Lexington. However,
one of the residents of the house where the party was held did complain
about her rommates being too nerdy. But not in a really bad way.
Anyway, Jed. Rodzilla, Rodzilla's rommates and I
eventually made our way over to the party, which was only a few doors down
from the Shittiest House on Earth. the party itself was a little
dissapointing. I did see some people that i hadn't seen in a while
though, and I was actually kinda interested to talk to them. One was this
girl Rachel, who can be partially seen in the picture of the Grey
Ghost. There are actually more pictures from that day, but I
saw no need to include them since i never mention Rachel. But maybe I will
now. But i doubt it. Anyhow, even though i was kinda interested in
what was going on with her, I found myself at an usual loss of words.
Lately, I have tons to say. But over the whole weekend, my casual conversation
skills were at an all-time low. So i listened to her for a while,
made obilgatory mentions of what was up with me, and that was about it.
I felt kinda sick from the dogs who were present, so we left afer a while.
Jed was pretty dissappointed with the crowd too, but remarked how cool
it was to feel like the manliest man there. True enough, the males at the
party were either pretty effeminate or diminutive in stature
Saturday was spent largely chilling out. Jed,
Rodzilla, and myself basically spent the afternoon driving around all over
Rockbridge County. It was a beautiful, clear Virginia day, and we
hit some pretty scenic spots. We drove up to Lake Robertson, where
i had been once before with Berry and James.
This time, we basically did the same thing at the lake. We admired the
scenary, skipped stones, and watched the assorted waterfowl. I was overcome
with a juvenile urge to hurl rocks at them. But I was a little hesitant,
since I figured Rodzilla would give me a lot of grief for throwing rocks
at animals. But I guess she was pretty disturbed about this mallard duck
fighting with a white duck, and commented on "how mean" the duck was being,
so she encouraged Jed and me to turn out sport on the ducks. "Hurt
him!" she demanded. That was all I was waiting for, and i cut loose.
I came pretty close. I didn't really want to hurt the ducks, I just
wanted to see how close i could get without hitting them. Admittedly, if
I actually had hit a duck, I probably wouldn't have felt too bad.
But I did feel like kind of a jerk when these fishing rednecks saw me throwing
rocks at the ducks. I didn't really occur to me at the time that I had
no reason to feel bad in front of them, since they were engaging in a more
lethal sport. Rednecks...
So we left after a while and drove around some more,
even passing a trout farm that Nora and I had
once stumbled upon, where a few very mean dogs took exception to our presence.
For some reason, i felt like we were completely safe, even though i heard
them approaching from behind. I don't know why i thought they would stop
at the street and not cross. But when they did, Nora and I almost had to
fight each other off as we both contemplated diving through the open car
window. But the owner called them back, so i didn't have to shove
her to the ground after all. But this time, there were people fishing
there, and i was weary of the hounds, so we didn't stop.
All in all it was a pleasant day of driving.
It was good to spend some downtime with Jed and Rodzilla. I also
ran into Rebecca, my old ladyfriend who now lives in the apartment formerly
known as the Honeycomb Hideout. But again,
even though I was kinda interested to see her since I hadn't in about a
year, my casual conversational skills failed me. All i could muster was
a nudge of my shoudlers and some stock comments that had passed for conversation
all weekend. But lately, i don't really care. It used to bother me
that i often didn't have much to say. But now i don't mind standing there
like a dumb idiot. If I have nothing to say, I'll let people know it.
But I was a little disappointed with myself after the Rachel and Rebecca
encounters.
I spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening
out at Jed's place in the woods, watching TV (mostly cartoons) and having
a lethal card-throwing showdown. My brother showed me last week how to
throw a playing card with extreme velocity, enough to actually do some
damage if you hit someone, definitely able to poke out an eye. So jed and
i had a mildly entertaining time threatening each other. Actually, he didn't
really get the hang of it, so i basically terrorized hime for half an hour.
He also showed me some little snippets that he wrote. pretty goddam funny.
I'll put them on the South Pole page eventually, but you can see one or
two here.
After Jed's power went out for some unknown reason,
we went into town, and eventually met up with Rodzilla at the Palms.
As soon as we walked into the joint, we saw some people that we knew sitting
right by the door. I didn't have much to say of course, and stood there
awkwardly, but feeling ok about it. Physically, I wasn't feeling
too ship-shape, but after a while I felt pretty goddam great. Jed
and I had another reaffirming conversation on the general stupidity of
most of the people in the bar amd society in general. I guess stupidity
is the wrong word. A little to eloquent. Dumb seems to suit
the situation better. Yes. Many people are just plain dumb.
They may be somewhat intelligent, but i can't possibly imagine relating
to any of them. And for that I am truly grateful. These people around us
just yucking it up. I can't imagine what they talk about. I spent some
time trying to eavesdrop, but that proved futile. Meatheads and sorroity
girls mostly. I don't mean to make a generalization, although they're
usually true make things easier, but when you think "sorrity girl," you'd
imagine girls like this. Granted, the situation at Washington
and Lee is a little different, but these girls would be equally terrible
anywhere else.
Jed also told me that he doesn't want to read my
page regularly because he'd rather hear about my life from me in real life
than in cyberspace. Kicking and screaming will the ignorant be dragged
into the 21st century. (that's a quote). Maybe my posting of his
writing will entice him...
After Jed dropped me and Rodzilla off, Rodzilla
expressed serious concern about Jed living all the way out in the country
and his driving out there. She was actually pretty upset with me
because she thought that i didn't really care. "Livid" was actually
the term she used. So I called jed after a while to make sure he got home
ok. I figured he knew I was gonna call, since I've done so before. I thought
i got his machine at first cos it sounded just like his message, but he
answered "This is Jed, I got home ok." I thought it was pretty funny, but
Rodzilla was not really amused. But finally things settled down and trouble
was averted and they lived happily every after.
All in all, it was probably one of the best weekends
i've spent in Lexington. I got to hang out with Jed and Rodzilla individually
and together quite a bit. It was pretty well balanced. And
Rodzilla's coming up here with her roommate next weekend for a night. We're
gonna go see Morphine
at the 9:30 i reckon. In a way, i'm
kinda glad that she's there and i'm hear. it really give us a lot
of options as far as things to do when we're together. Speding time in
rural Virgina's great, but romping around the city up here has it's good
points too. I like the diversity of activites that we've done.
But i really hate that drive. If i'm reading them correctly, all signs
are telling me not to live in DC anymore. I'd say at least 90% of the time,
my drive back to DC is always through a snowstorm or a monsoon or something,
whereas my rides outta DC, regardless of where I'm going, are generally
pleasant. But my time here is more than half over, so i guess i can
suck it up and live with it.
Yesterday was the first day of Spring, and also
Nora's birthday. She's a little weird about me talking about her, but i
think a Happy Birthday is pretty benign. Oh no!! they know when
you're born!!! What evil schemes can they hatch now? I'm
gonna get shit for that.
Here's something that I found at Jed's this weekend.
I think it's a gas. It's me and Jed's former girfriend Danielle.
It's from March 1996, i think. Matt had bought a pair of sweatpants
for super cheap and cut off the legs to make them into shorts, so jed and
i decided not to let them got to waste. I remembered how when i was about
3 that my mom had made masks for me and my brothers with some leftover
denim, cause, y'know, kids think masks are cool. so i thought that i could
do the same. I made a mask, but then decided that a hood would be
even cooler. Eventually it turned into a full blown super-hero outift,
compete with Batman-esque painted on eyebrows. I think this picture was
meant to be an "in action" shot, with me "protecting" Danielle from some
nefarious villain. This is how I spent the majority of my college
days, and helps explain my station in life now.
pretty sharp, eh?
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