the diary of antoine roquentin

> Rammstein – Ich Will
>Weird Al Yankovic – Jerry Springer
>Madonna – True Blue

I got back yesterday from our voyage to Wildwood, it was cool, the first day we went to the beach, it was quite sunny. I got to make futile attempts at body-surfing all day, but it was cool, this one surfer dude was making futile attempts at surfing, and like, he was hot, so it was all good. There were few hotties at the beach but when we got back, I dug Atlas Shrugged out of my overpacked suitcase and retired to the balcony overlooking the condo’s pool and discovered the hella-hot pool guy. I got through over two hundred pages sitting there pretending I was reading. Anyway, we went down and checked out the boardwalk after dinner, and I rode this kinda lame roller coaster. It’s one of the ones that your feet hang down, and it was only like 200 feet high. But yea. On the way home, the FAT NAZI PIGS known in this country as the “police” made me take my watch off. Fuck them. They’re the adult-world equivalent of the small-minded high school administrators. They’re even more small-minded, since they police adults and treat them like children. But, I digress. The next day, we stayed in all day and then went to see a movie at the boardwalk movie theater. When it got out, everybody was gone, it had rained while we were inside. It was really weird seeing the boardwalk deserted like that. The next day, my cousin had this pain and she had to go to the hospital, so we didn’t go home that day, we ended up staying for like a few more days. I found this cool music store at the northern end of the boardwalk, and got a Vapor Transmission-era Orgy poster, a Mechanical Animals-era Marilyn Manson T-shirt and Poster, a No Doubt poster, and a Matrix Reloaded poster. I love the Orgy poster, I almost fell off…well not a chair because I was standing, but it was hella sweet…I love Orgy. The whole band is so hot, *drools*. Anyway, we went home like, yesterday or something on the bus. It took four hours, but it was all good, I got to see the Port Authority again when we changed busses. God, this is what my life has been reduced to, my visits to NY are at the Port Authority. *shudders* Well, we got home and I unpacked, all my stuff was there, my Battlestar Galactica and Star Wars IV lunchboxes, and my DVDs (Crash, Nadja, Dark City, The Doom Generation). I got another $100 from my cousin, but she said that I was to use it for colllege. Anotherwords, cash it and don’t let my mom see me spend it. I found out that the frickin computer actually doesn’t play DVDs, for some reason I thought the package we got was supposed to have one. Well, I bought a DVD player and a bunch of books, and two DVDs on the internet today, the DVD player should get here within 10 days, but the rest, I’ll be lucky if it comes before I leave. God, I’m going to need another suitcase. Anyway, I can’t wait for the DVD player, I’ll get to watch The Doom Generation from start to finish, I’ve only seen the middle to the end, and watch Crash from the beginning, I missed the first ten minutes. Anyway, I’ll be really happy when my stuff comes, and I love my Battlestar Galactica lunchbox, so I’m feeling the best kind of happiness…a kind that is distinctly American…happiness from THINGS. Eh, dumb-ass Jon can do it, why can’t I? Lol, hasta.

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>Korn – A.D.I.D.A.S.

I just HAD to share this with someone, it’s about Mike (my history teacher) who I’m not liking the more I think about him. When he was my teacher, I had seen the movie Titus, with Anthony Hopkins, and loved it. It was based on Shakespeare’s “Titus Andronicus”. I was talking with him about it, and Mike said that he wouldn’t watch it (more like that it wasn’t his cup of tea) because he doesn’t like Shakespeare. So anyway, yesterday I was crusing DVDs at Amazon.com, and I stumbled across this one title he’d absolutely raved about, called RAN. It’s in either japanese, chinese or mongolian, I’m not sure, but he told me I absolutely had to see it, it was one of the classics…etc. I read the review…and guess what, it was based on Shakespeare’s King Lear. Fuck you, Mike the hypocrite. Sorry, I just had to get that out of my system. The thing I don’t like about Mike is that he doesn’t strive for truth, he just plays around with the different sides of an argument. Most things have a right or wrong answer, and while I strive to find the truth, he’d just sit there and debate for sixteen hours whether the moon is made of green cheese rather than listen to anyone else’s ideas, and permit the possibility that someone else might be right, or have a valid opinion, other than Mike, Knower Of All Things. Perhaps he bruised my intellectual ego, but he really wasn’t flexible in his teaching styles. For Kate, who sucked up to him (intentionally or unintentionally), he gave her lectures on history, and she got credit. But for me, no, I had to do sixteen chapters out of this book written by somebody with their foot in the grave, and I couldn’t even get him to give me an overview or any kind of help. Yeah, Mike, asking for help was sure “claiming intelluctual superiorty as a reason for blowing off the responsibility”; as he wrote in an e-mail to me. Anyway, I’m in the process of COMPLETELY redesigning my site, so a bunch of pages are probably going to offline for a few days.

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