2003-03-31 - 7:21 p.m.

So I haven't left a message hear in a couple of days. I hope I don't write twice as long as I usually do.

On Saturday I spent the day with my family. I fixed a drainage pipe for my mother during the day. My father was supposed to come over but he didn't show. Then my mother wanted to go to my aunt and uncles house. They live about 25 minutes by the freeway away in Loomis California. My sister is invited but she declines because her husband doesn't want her to go. I drive up there with my nephew, my mother, and my dog. I read to my nephew books about the months of the year. I try to give the books some flavor and make the kid laugh. I think I'm a good uncle, because I'm only there to entertain and not to parent. My mother asks my nephew how many months are in the year. He says, "all of them." Great Response.

My aunt and uncle have been married for 57 years, since 1946 after my uncle got back from fighting the war in the south pacific. They are old and liberal. By far very cool people. The last time they say me I had rather longish hair and beard. No big deal. This time I have a Mohawk and a go-tee. I tell my uncle I got into an accident with a lawn mower, by the looks of his hair it looks like the same thing happened to him, only on the top of his head. My aunt tells me that as long as I can take a joke I can where a Mohawk, she finds it amusing.

I'm not around that many old people, all my grand parents have been dead for 10 years or more. I used to spend a decent amount of time with my best friends grand mother. She's in her 80's and is from Georgia. A crazy old woman, but aren't they all.

My aunt Jackie and uncle jack are also amused by the buzz job I did on my nephew’s head. My nephew is two weeks shy of 4 years old and the other day he picked up his dad's beard trimmer and started buss his head. He was trying to give himself a Mohawk. I'm such a bad influence, but I got my first Mohawk when I was 4 years old. My father thought it was good for my personality to emulate Mr. T. It would make me more aggressive because I was a timid child. Now we can blame the Mohawk for how I am now. My brother and law tried to fix my nephew's hair and did a fucked up job, so I rebuzzed it. Now it’s a fun little head to rub.

On Saturday night I felt popular. I worked until 11 or so. Kristin had called me earlier to see if I wanted to do anything. I called her and said I was working but I could go over afterwards. Chris called me at 10:45 and I invited him to come along. And then James and Annaliese show up at Ben & Jerry's. I had already seen James earlier when I ran into Eloise and then him when I was on campus checking to see if the computer lab was open. I reiterate the invitation to come along again.

I pick up Chris and we talk about how pathetically redundant maxim magazine is. We listen to Curtis Mayfield and then go to Kristin’s. We see James and his girl leave to go by some Vodka, Chris gives James $5 for booze.

Inside Kristin's house smells good, she says it is Jasmine. She's not only into visually designing space but she sets an eccentric mood with aroma and the rolling stones. There's no place like Kristin's home. The three of us talk about random stuff. James brings back a six-pack of 7 once Corona and a wee bottle of Vodka which we down within the evening. We all get drunk and watch Teenage Mutant Ninja turtles - 3.

On Sunday I worked and it was busy. Hot! Hot! Hot, at least for March in Davis. They should set up an ice cream stand in Death Valley or on the interstate 10 heading for Las Vegas. People will melt under the sun and the ice cream will melt with them. They'll be in that valley, pools of blood and skin and cream and chunks of blood and chocolate. Die licking an ice cream cone; I guess that takes a second behind dieing while fucking. Anyway, it was busy at work today.

Aisha was coming up from Pasadena on Sunday. I didn't know what time. I walked over to the campus to see if the computer labs were open. Nope, Rob receives the usual rejection - and the doors were locked. I went to Kinko's and used the computer there and Aisha said she just left L.A. at 4 something. I'm waiting to be alone with her. To talk her into being crazy enough to date me.

I go get something to eat at El mariachi. I usually eat at 2 places in Davis. At the salad bar at the Memorial Union or at Wok and Roll on second and E street. But on Sundays both of those are closed so I go to a random place. On Sunday I go to El Mariachi. After I order Dan walks in, he was just walking to the store. I talk to him a little bit about his train ride and he says he's having some friends over later and I am welcome to join him.

I call up Aisha and she is just about to get on the 5 with her friend. I try to talk to her but the reception is bad. She says she'll call back. I write a poem and sit in my car. Then I drive to Dan's to see if he's there. Nope, not yet. It about 8 o'clock. Then Aisha calls me while I stand at Dan's door. We talk about Freud and random things. The classes we'll be taking this quarter. And then I tell her to call me when she gets into Davis and maybe she can come over to Dan's and get drunk with us.

I read Charles Bukowski until about 9 then walk over to Dan's. Grace and Kristin are there. I go in and we start talking about Dan's paintings and then art and Frank Lloyd Wright, and Grace seeing a taping of Conan O'Brien, and what we want to do with our majors. We all want to be famous. And in the mean time we plan on being teachers.

Chris shows up and we talk more. We plan crazy jackass art like showing a children's educational video about going to the bathroom on the quad one day. Everybody shits.

Then Kristin and grace leave. The three of us go to shoot some hoops. I suck at first, we all suck, and Dan really sucks. It takes me a dozen shots but then suddenly I become the best on the court and make about %40 of my shots. At one point I call Aisha to see where she is. Its 1 am and she just got in. I guess she thought it was too late to call me; it’s never too late to call me. Dan, Chris, and I were talking about crazy cartoon characters. I said the craziest of them all is the 100-acre wood. Pooh's addicted to honey. Rabbit has OCD, violently. Piglet is afraid of everything, neurotically of his own shadow, Eyeore is horribly depressed, Tigger is manic, Owl is a habitual liar and probably a child molester, and Christopher Robin is the schizophrenic fuck that created all of these characters. I call up Aisha, who is planning on majoring in Psychology, to tell her my diagnosis. She never though of it that much. She says that the 3 of us can come over but then as we walk that way she calls and retracts. Her roommate wants to sleep. Eventually, the evening ends.

On Monday I go to school to just hand around on the quad. I run into Lisa, Vickie, Azver, Dan, James, and Kristin. All in that order. And I nod acknowledgments to some grad students I know; Chuck and Jodi. We all talk for varying lengths. At one point I make a trip to the computer lab and find out I mage straight A's this last quarter. My mother will be so proud, and then she'll look at me and cry - because she has to look at me.

I go work. I forgot to do some paper work on Sunday so I almost get into trouble but the boss is in a good mood. Eventually at 2 something Aisha visits me. She stays for 45 minutes and we talk about poetry and our families. I read an awesome poem she wrote as an assignment about her self-characteristics. She wants to order something. She thinks about a limeade and then maybe ice cream, something fruity. She decides on Cherry Garcia (You'll find that amusing won't you Kristin?). And then Aisha says goodbye because she has another class. I want to date her so bad, she's beautiful and she really is a great poet. And I'm not just saying that, she doesn't even read this so it would be a waste of time to lie. And that would defeat the whole purpose of a diary. I'm more honest than death.

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