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My birthday was fun. Philosophy was inexorably boring, turned in my paper, everything was cool. Tawna gave me this little paragraph she wrote about me, it was cute. I went to Molly’s office but she wasn’t there, so I trudged off to History after a conversation with the Hair Guy, Nate. He was saying something illogical about that he “used to dress Goth.” What the fuck? People need to stop labeling me–it’s damn annoying. He said he got too much crap for wearing black. GODDAMN! People are so feaking judgmental…or he’s just an imbecile. I just love his hair though! Anyway, History was okay, it was a lecture about feudalism, and a test prep. We have the test on Thursday. I saw Molly while my class was going, but when it was over I went to look for her and she was gone–I saw her husband though–I guess the fates didn’t want us to see each other. I lent Michelle a dollar while I was hanging out at the smoke box. Rachel and Richie were there–I really like Rachel, she is so–real. Richie shared this anecdote that some gay guy called him at work and asked him if he was gay, and he said that he experimented with that, but that he wasn’t any more. I was all, “awww.” Not out loud, of course, I just stared meditatively in his general direction and kept listening to Massive Attack. Massive Attack is great, it’s that CD that we listened to before we went to sleep on a night of the Drift San Fransisco trip, Molly. But yeah, it made me really sad–well not really–it wasn’t exactly sad but it was kind of a nihilistic reverie, I’d noticed that he was actually talking to me, and that he was intelligent (I saw Voltaire’s Candide in his hand one day), but yeah, even if he was gay/bi he’s not my type. But he would have been a cool acquaintance–oh who am I kidding. I guess I wanted to have one of those vapid “I’ll fuck you until someone better comes along” relationships. Well, everyone has hopes–I guess he was the closest thing to dateable in this zip code. But still, the whole thing about “some gay guy” calling him–it was strange. Where the fuck are they all? They probably don’t talk to me because they’re just as stupid and judgemental as the gay-bashing hicks. And it completely doesn’t compute to these losers that they hate me because I’m different, but somehow that’s completely different from the hicks hating them because they’re different. It makes me really pessimistic–but that episode did cast a shadow of the meditative past on the day. I really want to get to know Richie a bit better–he seems very interesting. With one sentence he made me realize that being overly obsessed with my appearance was inane. Well yea, anyway, when I walked over to the smoke box after class, Danielle drove up to her house, and Christine got out of the car, I was all happy, they planned this little surprise party thing, presents and a trip to KidTown. I was happy, we had great fun. Danielle’s parents’ friends came over, so we couldn’t go in the living room, and Christine and I were really thirsty, so we climbed out Danielle’s window, it was so funny. We saw Suzie at the college when we went to get sodas, and then we eventually went to KidTown. We had great fun, but this creepy guy with white and black hair kept following Danielle–it was so creepy. But yea, we had fun notwithstanding, and when Dani’s mom came to pick us up we went to get food at McGrease (I just got a diet coke), and then we went to Ben Franklin where I got my new canvas (yay!), and I got one free. It was fun. We got back, and Christine’s mom and stepdad were at Dani’s house so Christine had to go. I hung out with Danielle and her family until 6, when my dad picked me up. Danielle got me black nail polish, black toe socks, and these pink toe socks that say “boys love me,” it was cute. And Christine gave me this pillowcase she tie-dyed. It was so cool. Well, my dad came to pick me up at six, so I grabbed my stuff and went home. There was a carrot cake made by his girlfriend Lisa (as I had expected) with unlit candles–they never ended up being used–we’re taking them off one by one as we eat the cake. I opened up all my cards, some more came today, and they totaled $210. I still haven’t gotten a few cards though, I hope for more, cuz my klit will cost like $190 once shipping is added. I went to buy it tonight, and it completely sucks–it takes six to eight weeks for the kilt to be made and delivered. I was so not expecting that long a wait–by the time it gets here I will be in New Jersey for the winter–but I may not go. I’ve been thinking about it, and all that crazy Christmas travel–I just don’t want that kind of a headache. I’ll just come for the summer and have a few months with the family instead of a few weeks. I’m going to order my kilt tomorrow–it was asking for a measurement of an inseam–I had no idea what it was or how to measure it, so I sent an e-mail to the kilt people, the sooner they reply the sooner I will order. I’m going to have to bullshit a bit to get my dad to put it on his credit card, but it’ll be fine. If it isn’t, I’ll just ask Molly if I can do it on her card–I’m sure she’ll love to enable my kilt delinquency. My dad is about as dumb as a post, so it won’t be hard. I’m going to work on my research paper tomorrow, so I should probably get some sleep.
“Is it a fact � or have I dreamt it � that, by means of electricity, the world of matter has become a great nerve, vibrating thousands of miles in a breathless point of time? Rather, the round globe is a vast head, a brain, instinct with intelligence.”
–Nathanial Hawthorne
