the diary of antoine roquentin

>Massive Attack – Black Milk

Today was cool, I found the philosophy book I lost. Philosophy and History were cool, we studied truth in philosophy and learned about the Greeks and Persians in history. I saw Dani when I went and walked over there to see if she was there. We hung out at the smoke box for a while, then moved into the forest. Stephanie (not evil stephanie) had gotten a bee she’d caught stoned in this plastic bag, it was so cool. Stephanie and her sister left, so I went to see what Dani, Casey, and this little group of people were doing, further in the forest. There were some really cool people there, and we had a great debate about sexuality and society. It was really cool. Later we went back to the smoke box and hung out more. Finally, Dani’s dad got motivated to drive us into town. Dani, Chris and I went halloween costume shopping at the Front Street Emporium. The evil costume lady said they wouldn’t be ready until October 6, so we’ll have to wait until then, but we went and looked at their stuff, there was some cool stuff. There was this kind of cool trenchcoat-looking thing…but it was like a lot of money, I’d rather get a military one. We went to McDonalds and then Safeway to get food, them:french fries me:apple. Then we went to Kidtown, played a bit of hide/seek, then spun each other dizzy on the tire swing. I fucking love tire swings. They’re free and go faster than any amusement park ride I’ve ever been on. Afterwards, we walked back to Danielle’s house, passing by the military surplus store which is like, never open…and they have a sign that basically says that they might be open pretty much any time, and that they might be closed any time. I was taking pictures of random ugly things, so when we passed this one house with this dirty front step, I took a picture of it. Big mistake. This imbecilic, hideously obese woman in this threadbare brown dress waddled out and was yelling at me for taking a picture of it, while her whole trailer-trash family studied the steps as if looking hard at them would turn them to gold. That amused me infinitely. Some other losers accosted us, but they were lame and we ignored them. We passed this derelict playground that some little boy died in (I took a picture of it) and this other new playground which was really cool. We got to Dani’s house, and soon afterwards I called my dad and he picked me up.

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Painted until the paint ran out (got from the garage to the door), went to the store (got listerine), got my allowance $15!, IMed Danielle, we’re doing our Halloween Costume Extravaganza on Tuesday, washed the dishes, IMed my mom for about thirty seconds (she won’t send me any of my stuff or talk to me on the phone), Alexis called me, she says Tabitha spent her financial aid money on pot, and I guess that’s it. I’m going to try to walk to the beauty supply tomorrow and get my hair dye. I’ll drop off my stuff at Dani’s house in the morning, and walk there. Oh, I should e-mail her and ask where I should put my backpack.

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>OKGO – Hello My Treacherous Friends “I’ve brought you all here to discuss, as I must, the fate of my children of the spiders”

Life blows….and not in a no-STD porno movie way. In a twenty-dollar smelly Saigon whore way. I saw this thing on PBS about modern slavery…these people are taken from poor countries and smuggled into others, their passports are taken away and they’re made to work off their “debt” which never goes away, either by picking crops or by prostitution. The practice is increasing exponentially, the program said. I just want to urinate on the world, it’s so disgusting already, what difference would it make? Oh, I submitted my articles, Molly just had two miniscule suggestions, so I didn’t have to rewrite it…GRRRR… But it’s getting published, that’s all that matters. Evilness. I’ve been really stressed out, I’ve been pacing the house and stuff, I can’t seem to relax, I need to take a bath or something. Eh, tomorrow.

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Did my interviews, was late for English, ditched art to hang out with Joshua and Daniela.

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Today was like something out of a TV show, I put on Stephanie’s dark-bluish pinstripe pants, my fetish top with spiderweb armwarmers, my boots, and my bondage belt. I got to school, plopped my stuff in the student lounge and set off into the wild blue yonder. I rendezvoused with Amber and the chick who I can never remember her name, she had this eargasm thingy and this dude we call Mr. Stare was staring at us the whole time. We met Casey around the smoke box, and we hid from Mr. Hatfield for a while, then we went into the forest for a while, Casey and I made sex sounds whenever anyone came by, and invariably the people would come over and ask for cigarettes or something…it was strange. We voyaged back to the college, and hung out for a while. Amber and the other chick who I can’t remember her name went to school, and Casey and I had this in-depth conversation about David Lynch (a guy, not the director). We also talked to the chick from winter ball, whose name also eludes me. There were all these bugs like, everywhere. It was weird. It was SOOOOOO hot. I was dying in my boots. It was a sandal day, and I was not wearing sandals. Oh well. Well, Casey and me’s conversation was so weird, it was like something you’d see in a movie, we were all dressed nice, it was a beautiful day, and we were having a meaningless conversation about emotions. How much more TV can you get? Went to English, and due to my boot sufferings I wanted to sit in one of the comfy chairs reserved for the disabled people, one of the stupid bitches tried to take my chair, and I told her. “I deserve this chair, but I’m not going to be mad.” She’s all, “You have to have a note.” As if we were in first grade. “My doktor says I have a note, so I get the speshul chairs.” Smack. I’m getting an A. What’s that dumb bitch getting, a D? Thought so. Well, I didn’t let it get me down, Mr. Letko blabbed for a while about research papers, then collected our Remembered Person essays, then I went to the Art Nazi (who I was particularly dreading that day). I was SO hungry/thirsty. We watched this video about Frieda Kauhlo, or whatever her name is. I really wanted to get home, but Molly Emmons asked me to sit in on her journalism class, they were studying editorials, which is what I do for the Drift (the college’s newspaper). I begged my dad, and he had us eat at Buddy’s (this lame-o joint which has changed owners like twenty times), then I went to the college. I tried to find the class, to no avail, and the stupid office dude gave me the wrong directions. Fuck him. Anyway, the class was very enlightening, and I met this cool girl there. She reminded me a lot of a female version of Royce, it had to be her hair, it looked exactly like his. I’ve got to go and see him sometime. Well, I got picked up, went home, checked my e-mail, and both Kelly and Joshua (the Drift editor) had e-mailed me. Kelly’s was cool, (Taggart and Katie are still going out, ICK!), and Joshua wants me to rewrite my editorial on multiculturalism. Kelly gave me their address, so I can send them the book, and they can send me my book back. I hope I’ll get enough money this week to finance it. I’ll just slap a bunch of stamps on it. What do they care? Anyway, I’m really tired and I want to get a jumpstart on tomorrow, so I’m going to wash the dishes and go to bed. Hasta.

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