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This is the cleanest my roommate's half of the room has been since last November. Before, you couldn't see the posters above her bed. You also couldn't walk through the room without wading through clothing. I was beginning to doubt there actually was a floor under all of it. And I don't know when she does laundry, if ever, becuase that hamper is always full, usually to overflowing, but currently only 3/4 full. All my clothes can fit in one of those hampers. | | |
| yesterday bobby daminski overhears this kid he knows recommending a kurt vonnegut book to some other kid and throws in a recommendation for cat's cradle, a book we're both ridiculously obsessed with.
yesterday, later, completely unrelated, a friend of the same bobby brings up kurt vonnegut and they get to talking about how he's still alive and how he must be really old, but that's so awesome that he's still living.
yesterday, maybe the day before, clare calls me up to tell me she was at borders and saw a vonnegut book on the shelves.
last night around 1-2 AM, bobby and i get to talking about vonnegut and our three random, unassociated, coincidental run-ins with the name in the very recent past. we start talking about cat's cradle again and analyzing it and talking about how it's so awesome that kurt vonnegut's still alive. we don't know what we're going to do with that knowledge, but it's still awesome.
today i get online and my friend zach's first words to me are "kurt vonnegut died last night : (" i instantly call bobby and we both start looking online for articles describing how he died and what happened and when. bobby finds an article first and reads 'he fell and suffered from brain damage' at the same time bobby koerper IMs me telling me that kevin fell and hit his head and was in the hospital for two days.
so many coincidences. | | |
| i've become a discovery channel addict.
planet earth
how it's made
mythbusters
sunrise earth
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| why is it that everytime you need to talk to someone, they don't answer their phone?
and why is it that everytime you need to go pee, your suitemate is having sex in the shower?
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| so some nights i really love it here. the school is great, i'm learning so much. i'm beginning to be enthusiastic about learning again and that is a wonderful feeling, like a reunion with an age-old friend. one you were good enough friends with in the first place that you can pick everything right up again without a second glance. rpi brings in such wonderful electronic art shows. and living by myself is amazing, even with my roommate.
and then other nights, i really really hate it here. and everything feels oppressive and horrible and everyone seems like video game nerds and everything keeps rubbing me the wrong way and i really don't want to do this documentary reality paper and i really just want to go ride my bicycle down shawnee mission parkway late at night and stop at kin lin and muddy's for wonderful run-ins with beautiful people before bicycling to loose park and lying in the grass with myself, paying acute attention to all the beauty around me and feeling the earth breathe.
and i'm so fucking tired of everything being so sexually charged. and girls being such whores, selling out. and i feel like i'm turning into a man-hating dyke. yesterday especially, when i went on a i hate men as a rule rant. my default state is becoming the 'i hate men' state. its a good thing i didn't go to a co-ed high school, imagine what i'd be like by now. certain men are exempt. mostly because i don't see them as men. because with them, we're all just humans. gender no longer plays a role.
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