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Tuesday, November 30, 2004  
As the people I love have returned to their individual places of residence I can't help but feel a little melancholy. Its sad that in order to have SO MUCH FUN you have to feel this forlorn when it is over. I slept over Adriana's last night. She and Bill are getting into it again. I think it's a bad idea , knowing how fragile Adge's little heart can be. Then Bill and I woke up early. I woke up to the morning and then in rolled the church bells. I was like being kissed awake. I want to live by a church that chimes the time away. Not two minutes later Bill was awoken by the alarm of his Nokia cell phone. Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep, as it vibrated against the table. I think it's safe to say we are going to have VERY different days. I took a little nap when I got home and I had a dream that me and bill and adriana all were working back stage at some pop performance. I had gotten the word the performer (it may have been Tatyana Ali, but I don't know) was going to be arrested. I wasn't supposed to tell her, but being a loyal crew member I did. Then we were all sitting back stage waiting for the police to come get her, when Joey from P came through the curtain. He had moved back here. He was going to live at Adriana and Vera's. That was the surprise Bill had told me I was going to get. (Bill actually did tell me yesterday I was going to get a surprise in the next few days, and all last night Adriana BEGGED me to let her tell me. She is the worst secret keeper ever). Then I woke up to IM's from my sweet sweet Alabama rock star. I should be showering and getting ready or school but I don't think I'm gonna. Shower that is, it's finals this week and next so I gotta go to school.

11:22 AM |

Thursday, November 18, 2004  
Today the silence of early morning has some how kept its grip all the way up till now which is about noon. It is gray and wet, somewhat chilly, but not in a bleak depressing way. Its as if the world is taking a nap. The stillness permeates everything on campus. All the buildings seem more quiet than normal, as if we are all observing an indefinite moment of silence. It's been raining off and on but even that seems slowed down and more reverent. As if the clouds waver between the desire to hold the rain and not, and barely notice they've let it go. The rain too seems like its taking is time to hit the ground, like it hasn't any destination in particular, and if fact could go right straight back up if it didn't require just that much more effort than coming down. It is tranquility at its finest.
I have been napping off and on ever since I spent all night at work typing a paper for an 8 o'clock class they ended up canceling. My next class isn't until 1:30 and I haven't got a thing to do. I've been coming in and out of this computer lab and then getting disenchanted and going off to read. I'm wearing the zip up sweater that Bill got me last Christmas, and I've over the course of the day slowly come to realize it smells ever so slightly of cat pee. Rather than being disgusted, its almost become a comforting aroma. I'm sure the people that are getting close to me however would disagree. I've finally finished The Fountainhead (also known as the Miss Vicky book) and I must say that although I don't necessarily agree with everything Ayn Rand says (I think being born in turn of the 20 th century Russia made her a LITTLE bitter) , she is definitely a gifted writer and makes quite a few valid points. Here's a little taste of why I like her, this is from her posthumously published journal that she kept while she was piecing together the fountainhead:

Feb.27, 1937

Initial question: a librarian writing about library building, insists that libraries must be made to look as accessible to the public as possible- to "bring the library nearer to the people" "Spacious and inviting entrances are placed at grade level, close to the public thoroughfare, with as few steps as possible between the pedestrian and the building." This may be quite sound in relation to library architecture, but the question it raises in a more general sense is this: is it advisable to spread out all the conveniences of culture before people to whom a few steps up a stair to a library is a sufficient deterrent from reading?

What a pistol. What with my book finished there isn't much left to do at all except nap and go online. I've been day dreaming on and off about me growing older, and what it will be like. Sometimes Randy is there and we are chasing a tottering two year old across the grass of some park. Sometimes I am an old man sitting alone in a cafe watching people much like my friends and I are now and smiling knowingly to myself recalling all of the antics of my youth. Sometimes I am home in Rhode Island doing something sensible after having sowed my wild oats, and other times I am back packing through Spain, or Bali, Thailand, whatever country I saw last in the national geographic. I am not worried or anxious what will become of me, because I know that where ever I end up, it will be what I have chosen.




11:55 AM |

Thursday, November 11, 2004  
I am too busy to write. Or too busy to have any experiences worth writing about. There is this boy. He lives in Alabama. Alabama is far away, but this boy is so cool that Alabama feels close. He made me a mix tape. I felt like he was there with me when I was listening to it. Don't scrunch up your nose at mix tape either. I think it was the single most romantic gesture of my life. I am temporairly living with Adriana, and it is so fun. Tom doesn't even know I moved out. I'm not gonna tell him either. I have to move back anyway. Its like I'm on vacation but not really. Speaking of vacation, I know a quartet of san franciscan hotties that are about to have an AWESOME one. Thanksgiving this year is gonna be HOT folks. You are offically invited if you think we are good enough friends, or you are attractive and don't eat much. More later.

7:48 AM |

 
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