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3/10.2003

After poetry today I walk with Aisha to the art exhibit underneath the art building. We look at every thing and decide whether we like it or not. I like the big paintings. She likes a lot of the sketches. Neither one of us like the sculptress too much. Except for this weird robotic torso thing that played music and you could stick your face into and listen. There were two of them; we like both of them because they are interesting and similar to nothing else in the room. There was this giant painting of a teddy bear that looked cool also. I found out that Aisha has class right after poetry so that’s why I haven’t been able to talk to her, but on this day we were let out an hour early.

3/12.2003

So my favorite class of the quarter, poetry, has ended. I like all my classes. 100F got boring after a while. I can only tell so many of the same jokes. The film class was okay and got better now that I was sitting next to Gina and Jenny. English 3 was good. The instructor played this song that I brought in by Leonard Cohen, "everybody knows." I think I may be able to keep in touch with some of the people in class. Kevin seemed cool, a tall jock but a smart one. Maurize seem interested and intrigued and me, maybe because I’m freakish. Jenny Suzuki claims she may come to write club. Anna was a Russian girl from Sacramento that liked talking to me but I doubt I’ll ever hang out with her. She doesn’t smoke or drink. I don’t trust people without vices, especially Russians without vices. And John was a guy I sat next to that was the only other English major in the class he had the sickest jokes about child molestation and babies.

But in poetry today we had a reading. I read more than anyone else did, but that isn’t surprising. Everyone read in the class. I read a poem that had nothing to do with sex first, "UC Davis Quad in March, 2003." Then I waited until every one read and then we went inside because we were out on the grass. Inside we had to stand in front of the class to read. I told David I was going to read "Rob Roy Sucks" in his honor. I went up to read it and Aisha starts heckling me. Telling me to just read the poem. Its frustrating but I like it; it knocks me off kilter. I tell at her to shut because she stood me up. In reference to her not being at her dorm when I was supposed to drink with her and Dan (and Chris). She told me when we went to see the art that she went out with friends after waiting until 11:30 or 11:45. So if Dan and Chris would have left when I suggested we could have hung out with her. Fucking potheads.

I read a sonnet about Jennifer later, but she wasn’t there. Like it would have matter. I really don’t have a crush on her any more. She only talks to me when she’s drunk and wants booze. But I like the poem so I read it. The last poem I read was one of my favorites "Dogma in the Sheets." I got a lot of laughs with it but afterward. I heard too comments. One was that someone though I was a virgin (I would later find out that Amelia said this but I the time I though it was Aisha because she said the next comment.) "I’m going to beat you up Rob." I guess Aisha was offended. I told her she could either fight me or fuck me, those are her options. Chuck, the instructor, steered the conversation away. Amelia once again asked me if I was a virgin after the class. I told her I lost my virginity 12 years ago. Yes that would make me ten. That killed any further conversation and the poetry class was over forever.

3/15.2003

I look for something to do today. I call up Aisha and apologize for what I said on Wednesday. I didn’t know how seriously she took me yelling at her, but it was all good-natured fun and she knew it. She has a final Monday morning at 8 and is going to study for it. I call Dan, Chris, and Kristin – no one is there. I end up reading the book Jarhead alone and scribbling brain drivel into a journal.

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