The Diary of Antoine Roquentin

I had the most fun I’ve had a long time last night.

Actually, the whole day was rather an adventure. I woke up ridiculously early and had to take the bus. However on the trip, I got within like 10 pages of finishing Wicked. It is such an amazing novel! I could’ve finished it, but I didn’t want the whole impact of it right before work or that would be all it would be thinking about the whole time.

I need to put these all over town

The trip back, however, was where the real craziness started to happen. I had this idea to voyage to Utrecht and get canvases, so I waited in the dark for about 45 minutes for the 67 or 68 to Arden fair. It finally arrived, and we spent the next hour or so in traffic. We had this insane driver who would to slam on the gas and accelerate as fast as he could and then realize he was about to crash into somebody in slam on the brakes.

When he pulled up in front of the mall I swear to God he was going to crash into the bus in front of us, and when I got out he only had about 3 inches of leeway.

So I walked around the mall for a little bit, talking to my mom on the phone, and then started the epic three block voyage to Utrecht. It’s all the way over at Howe Bout Arden, but I took a shortcut across Alta Arden.

So here I come, carrying this enormous bag full of this 2 1/2 foot by 3 /2 foot canvas. The dimensions don’t sound big, but the canvases were turning into a big sail in the wind while I was walking.

As I was coming back, I saw my bus leaving, so I had to go into the mall and wait an hour for the next one. I was starving so I got some Japanese food and ate at the table where Kelly and I would always hang out when we would come to the mall.

An hour later, I hopped on the 23 and got off somewhere near my house… it was a long walk home. But I succeeded. On the way back, I ended up standing next to this very large woman surrounded by a bunch of candy wrappers on the ground. She smelled like a brewery and slowly told me that she needed $.75 to pick up her kids. I was going to patiently remind her that bus fare was actually two dollars, but I gave her a dollar to try to shut her up. Unfortunately, she kept drunkenly asking me whether I was an artist, and I told her that I wasn’t. I spent most of the time explaining Mondrian’s work to her, just so she wouldn’t ask me any more questions.

She even asked me if I had a business card. I really did have copies of my card, but I wasn’t going to give any to this bitch.

I had just gotten home and taken a shower when Brian showed up at my house with his new friend Sam. I think they started talking about a week or two ago. All I knew about him was that he had a Marilyn Manson tattoo and hated Eat Me, Drink Me, so he was already in my “friend” category.

We drove down to this place near the river where I went with Adrian a few times. There’s this huge bridge and a bunch of trails and such. It’s really beautiful at night because you’re really high up and you can see the river winding off into the distance. What really happened was that we got kind of freaked out about these bums on the bridge, eventually walked past them, and then we got close to this flashing light and I could’ve sworn there was some guy standing there in the shadows, so we turn around and went back. There was totally some kind of drug deal going on because there were all these cars parked in the middle of nowhere.

After that, we went to the AM PM and got chocolate while Sam got gas.

Really good bait. At the am pm.

The whole time Brian had been talking to Zero, someone that he had known for ever, and who I had heard about thirdhand. The whole night Brian was trying to pitch us all getting together. And it turned out that we were bored enough to acquiesce. I was sort of interested to meet him, just because of the stories. So we parked near the theatre house, I got out my laptop, and we started watching the Goldfrapp tour DVD until Zero was done at the play.

Sam was talking about how much he didn’t get along with Zero… although they’d had sex…which didn’t make a lot of sense.

Next thing I know he jumps in the car, and is sitting across from me in the back seat. He insists on going to Safeway to get beer, and then we’re in his living room, nervously nursing beers, Sam staring half-serious daggers at Zero.

And then Zero gets out these puppets and starts making them talk to us. And somehow, two beers later, we decide to watch Dancer in the Dark and make fun of it. So we’re laughing our asses off while Zero mimes all of the Bjork songs in the movie with Stella, this llama puppet. We keep going outside for smoke breaks, and then Aaron calls Brian, and they talk outside for the rest of the movie.

Zero and I are using Stella to mime the part in the movie where Bjork gets hanged…we got all into it, he had me tie a noose (yes, I can tie a noose from memory…how hardcore is that, lol). We were all acting out the last scene with puppets until she died.

Bjork’s death in Dancer in the Dark, with llama puppets.

We stayed entirely too late. I think I got back at like 4 a.m., but I haven’t laughed that much since I can’t remember when. It’s too bad all those great jokes are lost to the ages. I really do need to have a camera crew to follow me and Brian around.

It’s really strange, Zero looks so much like my old best friend Joe… which made even a little more awkward that Brian said he was hitting on me the whole night. I told him his joke was lamer than FDR’s legs and he asked me to marry him. LOL.

We were arguing about Dogme 95 movies. It’s really bad to have an argument about Dogme 95 movies when you’re watching one that’s TERRIBLE. I have seen some Dogme 95 movies I liked, like Gummo. And I think that it’s a really revolutionary concept for telling a certain kind of story. It all movies were Dogme 95 movies I’ve got probably kill myself, but you can do things with that kind of narrative that you can’t do with any other kind of filmmaking.

So I have this huge canvas staring me down, but I don’t really get to do anything with it until the weekend. I have to go to class in an hour, and before that I have to figure out the two take-home test questions that I didn’t quite get.

As the geeky aside, I am in love with my new Bluetooth headphones/headset. I can does rock out to music and then when someone calls me I just hit the button on the headset and then it switches to the call mode. I can even stream music wirelessly from my phone…although that seems to make it crash after like 20 minutes. Fucking Windows Mobile piece of shit.

I found it really interesting that Zero didn’t know Adrian.

Oh did I mention that I talked to him? I think I was trying to intentionally not write about it, but Adrian left me all these messages and then we ended up talking on Monday. I still don’t really know what to make of it. The timing is the little dubious, but I think I’ve been broken up with Terry for longer than I think. Terry still won’t talk to me. Whatever.

Adrian tried to drop the bomb on me that he was married and I kind of laughed and said I already knew. I mean, I’m not a total troglodyte. I do go on Facebook once in a while.

I found myself doing most of the talking. I never remembered how slowly he talks. Normally he would only talk that slow when he was totally zonked out on pills, but I guess he talks that way all the time now. Weird. He tried to tell me all this crap about how his company is incorporating and he’s moving out into an apartment. I didn’t really have much to say. He kept using the word “wife.”

I’m not going to make much of an effort to talk to him. I don’t have any respect for him, so I don’t really know what to say to him. Talking to him is such a waste of time. He only talks to the people that he wants something from. Even if it’s just conversation, I don’t really see the point.

I have listened to this stupid song “Mandy Goes to Med School” like 20 times and it is about NOTHING. The lyrics have no meaning. This should have been a B-side, but the melody is too damn catchy.

Well, it’s nearly 1:30. I need to take a shower and get ready for class.