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3/3-5.2003

Workshopped my poem "A Lonely ode to My Desire". One of the most favorite poems I have ever written. It got an interesting response. I said a lot of words in the poem that people aren’t used to like cock and cunt and pussy. A lot of people said that if I cut them out I could get the poem published. Well fuck them. No one talked bad to my face though, only on paper. My favorite comment on the manuscript was either Aisha who just circled a reference to oral sex and said "I like this." Or David who told me I need to write a poem called Rob Roy sucks. There were some descent poems in the class. As far as the ones that mater most. Amelia wrote about her father. The poem started off great but about half way through just dies. Jennifer wrote a letter to an old friend. There were some good lines but it didn’t work as a letter. Aisha had a poem called "the death of Nero." It had some great images but I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. I think the only consistent poet of the three is Aisha. She has crazy images and writes like no other. The other two had really good first poems but the next two that I read weren’t as great. My favorite of Aisha’s is her last, but she needs to be more distinct for me to be able to follow along better.

After class I walk with Amelia to the bus stops. So far I’ve talked to her and Jennifer after class but not Aisha. Amelia says that she doesn’t think I could handle the type of woman I ask for in my lonely ode poem. I wonder how many other people in the class took me seriously. I was hoping they would. It is what a want, I can’t expect a girl to fit the poem exactly to the tee, but I want a woman that matches the essence of the poem. I don’t care about tit size or how round the ass is as long as she’s healthy and brilliant.

I also worked up the courage to talk to the two girls that stand out in my film class. I find out there names are Jenny and Gina. I talked to them because I was walking right beside them and there were some frat boys making a disturbance by a building. We all shared our insults. They are from San Francisco and have been friends since high school. They live in the same building with one another and we talked for hours out front. They actually mentioned henry rollins before I did. I told them I’m going to see henry on the 5th and I invited them, but they declined.

3/7.2003

Today I sat down on the quad by a girl that looked familiar. She was laying down reading a book so I didn’t have clear view of her face. She looked like Aisha but from the angle I wasn’t sure. She has a nice ass but I don’t know it well enough to pick it out of a line up. So I start reading and then she looks over at me and says, "Rob Roy." She has a way about saying my name that makes it unique unto her self. I talk to her from a far about random stuff. Our poetry class and the psychology book she’s reading. Then Dan shows up and I introduce him to Aisha and I eventually move closer to her, with the excuse that I’m getting out of the shade and into the sun. We spend hours out on the quad talking and shuffling out of the shade. I work my way into asking if she would like to do anything latter in the evening, like how about Dan and I go over to her place and get drunk. She agrees. I told her I get off work at about 11:30 or so, so we’d be there some time after that.

At work I have to make a run for the grocery store, it’s perfect. I can buy supplies for the ice cream store and tequila for the evening with Aisha. It will save time so I don’t have to do it on the way to picking up Dan. After work I go over to Dan and Chris is there. I want to get over to Aisha’s but we smoke sort pot with Dan’s new roommate. Eventually we walk over to Aisha’s dorm room but she isn’t there. I call her up but all I have is the number to her dorm and if she wouldn’t answer the door then why would she answer the phone. We go to Dan’s and then Chris’ and get drunk and stoned.

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