2/24 - 3/2.2003 -

2/25

After 5p I walk with David to his Dorm. I tell him about my KKK idea. He shows me a bunch of his shit. I like David; he’s an interesting character. This is the first time I’ve been in a dorm room all year.

2/27

Tonight was the last night of the reading series at Café Roma. I sat by Bill, Walt, and Nadia. Davis came with his girlfriend. Anthony was there. Marisol was there. I saw Kendall show u for a moment. I say Vickie show up for a moment. I saw Dan and Chris showed up for a moment. I was crazy to be in that room and know so many people. Although I barely know the people in my class, or the grad students, or my friends, it was still crazy. The first reader was Jennifer Myers. The widow. She did a good reading. She wasn’t nervous and did well inflecting emotion into the words but she talked as if she didn’t want people to just thin f her as widow. But all she read about was being a widow. So I call her the widow. Then Ginny read her poems. I knew Ginny since last quarter. I talk to her when I pass by her in the halls and I just generally like her as a person. She’s funny and witty. But her poems were rather depressing. They didn’t have the wit of her persona. She seemed nervous on stage. I was disappointed; but then again, not everyone can shed their inhibitions as easy as a T-shirt off the back like I can. Then a first year went on the stage and I can’t remember what she wrote about. I attended ever reading and really should have written the review after each one, but I’ve sprinkle bits and pieces of them throughout this journal so I better get credit. The last person to read was the old man. He had a presence to him. He seemed nice. But he was out of touch. I feel sorry for the old grad students. There was a woman earlier in the quarter who was a poet and read about driving out in the middle of nowhere. She was a boring. I hated how she twisted her voice into a pompous stature when she read. Very little introduction to the poems. I’m a freshman in college and I could read better than her. Oh wait, I better not match her pompousness with my arrogance. When Melvin Sterne read he did a good job. Maybe 50 is the age for great graduate reading. The old man at the last night should have clarified that he was reading CNF because he actually made something up that boring and cliché than I just pity him.

After the reading David asked me if I was going to Sophia’s. He said he had a fake ID. I said maybe. I didn’t want to go alone. Even I would feel uncomfortable being the only undergrad hanging out with the grad students. But after some convincing, Walt agreed to come. In the middle of B Street my backpack broke. All my books tumble out. Walt helped me pick them up. It was then that I decided I needed a new backpack. As Gradstudents were in front of me and behind me. What were the two undergrads doing there with them? At Sohia’s I got a Rob Roy. Walt got a gin and tonic. Chuck introduced me to Darcy, who I already knew from my film class. Chuck seemed to get a kick out of the fact that I’m older than Darcy. After I talk and talked and talk – like I always do – Darcy mustered up the bravery to walk away from me. And then I sat down and talked to Walt for a while. Then I decided that we should go over and sit with the Grad students. After all this was the after party for the reading series that we attended. So then I sat over there and was quickly engaged in a conversation with Tony, Kathy, Chuck, Hogan, and I think Jodi – about last words of famous people. And then haircuts. It was interesting. At one point I talked to Martin about how T.A.s should be refereed to as Grad Student Instructors because it just sounds more respectful. I talked to Kathy and Walt and Kathy likes my name. She was a little tipsy. I talked to Jodi who liked me because I always say hi to her when I see her and I remember her name. And I open doors for her occasionally. Eventually Walt leaves and I still hang out. Then we all leave together. I’m walking with Brian and Jodi. I was just walking toward my car when Jodi invites me to come along, and so I did. And then we go to Chuck’s place where we just had fun until 3 am. Another surreal night of the quarter.

2/29.2003

This girl approached me today. She asked me if I would take a personality test. The girl was cute so of course I complied. She sat me down at a bench and was trying to make small talk. She was selling magazines so she could go on this trip and make a thousand dollars. So she was flirting with me. She asked if I wanted to hear a joke and I said sure. She asks what pink, soft, and smells like pussy. I of course said what. She stuck out her tongue. I liked this girl. She asked if I wanted to hear a really nasty joke. I said sure. She was hesitant but I convinced her that I’m a sick fuck and won’t be offended. How do you make a six-year-old cry twice? I answered with, after you’re done fucking her you pull your dick out and wipe blood on her teddy bear. I knew the punch line. I asked her if she know what harder to staple on to a puppy than a cat. What? A baby. So I the girl. She’s from Indiana. At one point she said it was nipply out and leaned in next to and said she need someone to keep her warm. I think she was freaked out by my lack of inhibitions because I just put my arm around her. I guess she has to do what she has to do to make the sale. Then she made a reference to pot and I had some, and we went off to smoke some. After I parted ways with her I ran into Chris.

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