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Oh, I forgot to tell you some gossip! Thomas called me last night out of the blue (for a while I thought he was Royce) and I talked to him for a while about my biology assignment and how taxonomy varied from being mildly interesting to completely boring. I am actually enjoying finding out how all these plants and animals are related. The topic that I have been wanting to do my research paper on is how biologists classify animals into different taxonomic categories. Is taxonomic a word? I had better find out before I write my paper. Anyway, it just fascinates me how animals that are not very related genetically can look very similar (due to evolutionary pressures weeding out all the ones that don’t look a certain way). Anyway, I hope he gives me the go-ahead, but I probably won’t know until Monday.
Speaking of Monday, I think me and Amanda are going to have a party that day. I think I might have to cancel though, as I don’t have a ride home (my dad falls asleep at 8 p.m. like clockwork).
Darn it, I meant to talk about the gossip! The first thing out of Thomas’s mouth was about how Jordan was screwing this ugly guy in Brookings and he had told the guy that Thomas was really jealous of ugly Brookings guy (hereafter UBG), so UBG apparently called Thomas and yelled at him about it. Thomas tried to assure UBG the Jordan was making it all up, but as usual, the people that Jordan associates with aren’t exactly Nobel Prize recipients, if you get my drift. I thought it was really funny, and I think Thomas thought so too even though he was trying to play up the drama of it. After that, the conversation sorta fell silent. Thomas never has anything to say, so I began to guide the “conversation” to topics I could talk about, like that movie that I rented (Chuck and Buck) and a whole biology thing. After a few minutes, he said that he had to tell me something and started a sentence about meeting this “really, really, hot guy” and then he said that his friend showed up and he had to go and he would call me back. I sort of chuckled to myself as he hung up. I guess if I was a different person I would have been offended that he didn’t call me back, but I would only be offended if I was an idiot. He never means what he says. It greatly amuses me that ignorant, insincere people like Thomas exist. To me, he’s more of a lifesize child’s toy where you don’t have to pull the string to get him to talk. Come on, when a raccoon can beat you on an IQ test, you are just not human anymore :) I guess it’s not really a amazingly juicy gossip, but I just thought it was funny.
So yeah…existence.
I had another zombie dream last night. I have so many, I don’t even remember the plots anymore. I don’t understand the subconscious significance of zombies. Maybe it has something to do with fatalism. Can the subconscious think about concepts like that? I need to read more Freud.
Last night I finally remembered something that I had been meaning to do for ages: look up Matt on MySpace. He told me that he had a profile ages ago, and I had just never remembered to find it. I added him as a friend a whim. I wish he would fill out his interests. I can never feel like I know people unless they have a detailed MySpace profile.
That reminded me of a salient W. Somerset Maugham quote: “Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem.”
Case in point: Anthony.
I simply cannot stop listening to “Turnstile Blues” and “Gorgeous.” I have flashbacks of driving around in San Francisco and endlessly singing along to Nine Inch Nails.