> Hole – Violet
> Placebo – Slackerbitch
> Deftones – Be Quiet And Drive (Far Away)
> Marilyn Manson – The Last Day On Earth
> Marilyn Manson – Kiddie Grinder
“The Last Day On Earth” is a good song. It’s sad. Kind of how I feel right now. I don’t get love–I finally find someone that I can really love, but I’m bored out of my mind. Is it eletist to break up with someone because they don’t read? I’d almost rather be alone than be with someone who doesn’t get me. Yes, that was an allusion to The Good Girl. Hm. Boring. I’m supposed to see him today. I’m going to get lipstick all over him, lol. I have to say I look good in black lipstick. There’s a great quote in the library today:
“Half of the American people have never voted for president, and half of the American people have never read a newspaper. One hopes it’s not the same half”
–Gore Vidal
I like Gore Vidal, although I’ve never read anything he’s written. Well, actually that’s not true, he wrote an introduction to Of Human Bondage. Tawna is sitting across from me in the little computer cloister. The computers are in the way. I can only see the tip top of her head.
Last night I ate dinner, washed the dishes, wrote a blog post, and retired to my room to read around seven. I was exhausted. I’d finished Cat’s Cradle before my blog post, so I started reading Franz Kafka’s The Trial again. It’s getting kind of good. I have an anthology of Kafka’s short stories, but the first one was really confusing, so I never started it. I only got it because it had “The Metamorphosis” in it. Hm. I went to sleep around eight, woke up around ten, went back to sleep–woke up again around six. I think I had weird dreams, but nothing too nightmarish. Got ready for school, did my makeup, ate, and twenty minutes later I was in the Drift Office. I was going to work on my story, but the damn Internet didn’t work, so I dragged out my Religions of the World book and started reading. I swear, that author guy says in seven sentences what I could say in one word. But I guess that’s how he gets the big bucks. Ah, I see Mr. Hatfield and the other cronies from the High School. What assholes. I hope they die painful deaths. Like Cancer. Well, Mr. Hadfield’s wife died of cancer, I think. Or she went crazy–something like that. He got his just desserts. (in Nelson from the Simpsons voice) “HA HA.”
Anyway, I have class in an hour. I’m really bored.
“Did you pray to Jesus on that?”
“Yeah, Jesus says take it to the hole!”
Lol. I amuse myself. Perhaps I shouldn’t do it for the world to read. Hmm. Oh yeah, Kelly e-mailed me. I have a reply window open, maybe I should do that instead of jabbering to myself. Typing to myself is like—textual masturbation. Oh, I read the coolest thing in my Religions OTW book, Freud says that God is just a repressed infantile father image. That makes so much sense! Props to you, Freud. I don’t know what that means, but MTV tells me that I will be cool if I say it becuase black people are cool and they say it. I really do amuse myself. “Props.” It makes me smile. Other things I say that make me smile:
Fuck MTV.
It’s because they’re gay.
How homosexual.
This is the best movie ever!
This is the best song ever!
OMG, you listen to Nine Inch Nails?
You listen to Manson too?
Fuck you, Starr/Ashley
Oh, Starr called me last night, she moved to Eureka. THANK THE FUCKING GODS. I love that she’s gone. And I heard Ashley moved to Chico. Mouhahahahaha. The world really isn’t as cruel as I always imagined it to be. There’s Mr. Hatfield again, I want to run up to go him and do a dance around him chanting “Dead wife, dead wife, ha ha ha ha ha ha.” But that would be incredibly rude. But also incredibly amusing–well, to me. God, I amuse myself. Off to write Kelly back.
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