The Diary of Antoine Roquentin

Hello world, I can’t sleep so I’m blogging. I have to get up at eight, and it’s 11:43. Damn it. Well, I didn’t blog all weekend because me, Sammie, Tawna, Joe, Steve, and Autumn went camping this weekend at Endert’s Beach. it was so fun!! I’ll blog all the details later. I kind of got to know Joe better, he seems really cool. Oh! Today I found out that I don’t have to pay my insurance this month, so I can by the uber-big tent! And some flashlights that work! Sweetness. I’m talking to Taggart online–he’s “down.” What a loser. Depression is so–high school. One would think that he could come up with other ways to get attention from people. The first thing I’m going to buy when I get enough money will be a cool film camera, and then a spankin’ new computer, maybe with voice-recognition software. That would be the dope shit. Eek, they’re going to teach me how to do the comics page tomorrow because the guy who normally does it (the sports dude) got hit in the face with a baseball while covering a (yes, you guessed it) baseball story.

Oh, and just for Kelly, my euphemism “the miniskirt” is in reference to the foreskin. Ah, Tara is on too. Tawna didn’t call her for our camping trip. Weird. We’re talking about the cute little tents they have at Wal-Mart–the little ones that show you how the tent looks when it’s set up. so cute. I can’t really think of much else to say, except for that it was excruciating to go two days without sex. I don’t know how those priest people do it–oh wait, they don’t, they just get their kicks via little boys. Sad. Hm, maybe it’s sadder that I can’t go that long without sex. Well, I could, it just wasn’t too fun. But with all that testosterone in my blood, I had the stamina of an ox, going up and down those trails.

I feel like asking Taggart what he’s going to do after summer (he’s graduating this year) but I know I’ll just get some bullshit answer. What he’s going to do is work at Steve’s Pizza and live with Mommy until he can find a network of people to leech off of. Hm. I’m done insulting him.

The sexual fantasies about Royce have reached a fever pitch. I had a dream about him last night which was very fun. I also had an erotic dream involving Charley–well, someone who kind of looked like Charley (you know how someone will be someone in a dream but not look like them). I woke up to a very vivid Royce fantasy. Maybe Jordan has been reading this and that’s why he is desperately trying to become better friends with Royce. He is inexorably and indefatigably puerile. That’s a triple word score, bitch. On the last day of camping, Tawna and I were down at the beach lounging around on the rocks watching the sun set, and later the people who were at the campsite then told me that Jordan had stopped by and that he was looking for Royce (they were supposedly supposed to camp there). It infinitely amuses me that he wasn’t there. Mouhahahahaha. I took two rolls of film, I can’t wait to see how they come out. The battery was low on Lisa’s camera, I need to get a new one.

When I got home, there was a letter from Marian (my step-grandma or something like that). I didn’t open it until today because I knew it would ruin my good mood if it was just ramblings about Jesus. Refreshingly, it wasn’t about Jesus at all, so I immediately wrote her a reply. Dad didn’t have any stamps, though. I cleaned out my car today, and gathered up the shitload of loose CDs strewn around my car. I counted up every CD and CD-ROM I own, and I came to the conclusion that to get organized, I would need two 100-CD cases: one for data CDs and one for music CDs. That’s the first thing I’m going to get with my Jun 15th paycheck. Well, after I pay my DMV fee. I helped my mom proofread this bastard of a paper–it was evil. I ate dinner, I had two hamburgers. I usually don’t eat meat, but I was so famished after only eating soda and hot dogs (not to mention all the vigorous excercise) that I inhaled that protein. No, not that kind of protein–what are you thinking? Mind in the gutter, I tell you. I watched the first half of Cutthroat Island, a refreshing yet banal pirate movie (Geena Davis’s acting made it refreshing). Then I went to bed before it was over, because it got over at 11:30. And it’s 12:19 now. I read Crash for a bit, highlighting poignant parts. Then I turned on my computer, hoping to just watch some porn and go to sleep, but I decided to go on the net anyway. Well, I think I’m going to end this post. I hope to see Tawna tomorrow morning, I’m going to try to get up as early as I can. I hope she’s okay–there was some drama towards the end of the trip involving Joe. I’ll elaborate on the camping trip later, I just don’t have the stamina to discuss all the implications of it right now. Gotta go.