March 4th, 1999. Thursday
So... I got to
work exactly on time this morning, which I felt like I had to do, although
it isn't that strictly enforced. But I'm taking tomorrow off, and
I just took two days off a few weeks ago, so I feel like something of a
slacker. wel, I always feel that way, but now i feel like i'm letting
people know that too much. So anyway, I'm going back to Lexington,
in Rockbridge County, VA tomorrow for an event and Washington
and Lee University. It should be a rock 'em, sock 'em good time. Well,
probably not, but I am of course looking forward to seeing Rodzilla,
my GFLOABT, who requested a change in her acronym yesterday. Granted, it
is too cumbersome, but it's the best I can come up with. I suggested
NGG (non-girlfriend girlfriend) but I don't like the sound of that.
Hey Rodzilla! I know ONE way we could simplify it to ONE WORD!! Yeah,
that's what I thought. Anyway, it'll be good to go back. Jed
is also there of course, and James should be making
the trip down to interview with some paper in Lynchburg. Hopefully
the weather will clear up. For some reason, whenever I drive anywhere
more than 100 miles away, it rains. Almost everytime I'm going to or from
Lexington, I'm either caught in a monsoon or in thick fog or snow.
Plus, it's really tough on my car.
I suppose it's
somewhat pathetic to be holding onto college life at this point, but i
care not. Granted, I feel a little funny when I'm there, but it's
more than worth it. I mean, Jed and Rodzilla are basically the reasons
I'm there, and i really don't give a fuck about anyone else. well,
of course there are a few other people who it's nice to see once when I'm
back, but I don't drive all that way fo them, is what I'm saying.
On a more worldly
note, I was forced to endure 55 minutes of Monica Lewinsky last night.
Admittedly, I was actually interested in seeing the last few minutes of
Party of Five, but just so i could see this beaten-women thing continue.
Not that I wanna see women get beaten, but i wanna see their beaters get
beaten. Of course, after watching monica for about 7 minutes, my
view on domestic violence took a sharp turn in the other direction.
I couldn't believe this shit. "Bill's very gentle, he was very kind,
he's very sensitive." I'm sorry, i couldn't help it, but every time
she said something, she'd pause, giving my mind the opportunity to insert
"with his cock in my mouth." "Bill really wanted to see me (with
his cock in my mouth)." "I felt so trashy (with his cock in my mouth)."
She actually said she felt trashy and dirty. No shit. I can't
believe how many times Babs asked her a question and she smiled and said
"This is SO embarassing." No,no. Having Barbara Walters asking
you about your first time, or how you fell down at you own wedding, those
things are embarassing. Asking you about lifting up your dress and
showing The Pres your thong shouldn't be em-bare-assing at this point.
Everyone knows she did it. It should be more humiliating than anything.
But she looked so proud about it. At one point she was talking about
her mom and all the publiv misconceptions, and said something like maybe
all the people watching this will realize their opinions about my mom were
untrue, like their opinions about me. I don't think there's ANYONE
who has a BETTER opinion of her at this point. Not only was she doin
the president, she got pregnant by another man in the middle of the affair.
I know this goes without saying, but she's gotta be one of the stupidest
creatures on this earth. But at least her extended 15 minutes are just
about up. We shouldn't be hearing too much from ol Mon for the next
few years, until the Clinton divorce and TV movie.
On another note,
it was rather interesting to hear logistical nightmares entailed with dating
the President of the United States. I mean, I did kiond of feel for
her when she said she didn't see him for 10 months during the election.
I can only imagine what that was like. And there was no way for her
to contact him, obviously. So she just had to sit around and wait
for him to call. I mean, she's still a tremendous waste of flesh,
but I could kinda imagine what she was going through. I guess if I were
faced with with a similar situation, i might go crazy too. I mean,
these things are tough enough, but add in the fact that he's married, he's
the leader of the freeworld, he's constantly watched, and he lives in one
of the most impentetrable residences in the world- with his wife- and that's
a little too much for one person to handle. So i guess she had to
get -or give- while the getting was good. But I still don't think
I'd ever confide in Linda Tripp. Why would she seek comfort in this
person? Can you imagine crying in her arms, for chrissake? Talk about givin
me the heebie-jeebies. I mean, my God, I know this goes without
saying, but bleeaaahhh!!!
Well, it's now 3:30pm, and I'm just waiting to bust outta here. I was robbed of my computer for the better partof the day, and I felt pretty hopeless. Now that I've got it back, I feel a little better, but a lot dorkier.
But I can't wait to get on the road. The sun has come out, and I've
got three new cd's to become familiar with on the ride down. In case
you're interested in this kind of stuff, The first is the new Built to
Spill album, Keep it Like a Secret. I bought it on Saturday,
and I've listened to all the way through quite a few times. I like
it a lot. It takes the better parts of their last album and shortens
the songs. The last album had fewer tracks but almost all the songs were
over 6 minutes. I like my rock a little more concise, for the most
part. But the sound is still readily recognizable as Built to Spill.
Anyway, the second cd is the soundtrack to the movie Rushmore, which is
quite a good film, maybe the best I've seen in years. The cast is
great, and the music is wonderful. It fits the movie really well,
and the soundtrack carries the spirit of the movie. It's mostly all
British Invasion Rock. I've always had a fondness for that era's
music. Something about the power-pop and energy, like the Kinks and
whatnot. The cheesy rock-guy in me eats that shit up. I gotta
say the best song on the album is the one they use on the commercials for
the movie, by the Creation. A perfect example of British Rock-pop.
The third album, sent to me by Rodzilla -as was the Rushmore soundtrack-
is a Ventures cd that combines two of their cds. Except that the song i
really wanted to hear isn't on there. I'm not sure what it's called either.
But on the whole, some really good songs. Over the past few years, i've
developed a really affinity for surf-rock. It's nice to drive around to.
I had no idea the Ventures did the Twilight Zone theme. anyway, I
AM OUTTA HERE.
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