Monday, January 12:
So the thing with Sabrina is over with. She said I made fun of her too much. Mostly I made fun of her ass cuz it's so small. I would point to 10 year old girls and say, "look her ass is bigger than yours." She would laugh but I guess she got tired of it. Whatever. I need a bigger ass anyway, no more of this size 4 soccer ball styles.
But fuck that. I need to get crackin on this thesis. I was going to do it on some of the absurdists like Borges or maybe Kafka. Two problems though: one is that I haven't really read any of their work. School has been pretty good to me but to be honest I never really got into that whole studying scene.
The other is that i kind of want to make it a treatise on the fevered soul of life, something meaningful, something important that the world will recognize as pure genius. But on the other hand i just want to get a passing grade so I can finally graduate and get a job and move out of my parents house. Shit, they've been slippin me funds since I was a baby. I'm the penniless beggar to them...it's a role I play well.
Tuesday, January 13:
So i was going to get started on the thesis but my cd arrived in the mail from amazon. It's a gem of an import called "Where'd you learn to kiss that way?" by the Field Mice. They were together for like three years, 88 to 91 I believe. Pretty low key band but that's why i like them. New Orderish kind of stuff but more understated. Recorded on Sarah records, same label that did blue boy, which is now out of business. But shit they made music they way it should be made...none of this 9 step pre production polished major label studio shit. They got together in a garage with their 8-track and recorded some shit and then put ads in music magazines. It so reminds me of myself, except it was just an idea I had. I never really did anything about it but still it's eerie how similar it is.
So I listened to that all day and smoked some shiny nuggets from humboldt. Missed Prof. Martinson's class. Kind of felt guilty about that. By now I pretty much know most of the teachers and he's one of the few who really knows what life is about. The guy has lived an amazing life, traveled the world, wrote about it, got all the women. He reminds me of me in a lot of ways to be honest.
Anyway I ended up playing nintendo64 all night. Sabrina called me, all angry and annoying. She's all freakozoid. I guess cuz she's young and I'm an old sage, I'm pretty much beyond her games.
Wednesday, January 14:
Working on a new lady. She not beautiful or even pretty but she looks at me and I feel good and rhythmic. Reminds me of one of the songs on the Field Mice CD, "Missing the Moon." Fast underbeat and melodic vocal layers. Whatever the fuck that means. Anyway her name's Simone.
I actually saw her when I came out of some movie with Sabrina a couple weeks ago. She was with some dude and she was all cryin. I guess cuz the movie was about some deadbeat dad and her dad isn't around much. He's from Thailand. Her mom's from Ireland. I don't know why it matters but I love that about her. I talked to her during a break in class for quite a while and was about to pop the proverbial question, "You want to get naked tonight?" when Sabrina appeared at the end of the hall and totally unnerved me. Roar.
Thursday, January 15:
Laid a big fart in Martinson's class. The poor ol' bastard didn't even hear because he's half-deaf. This one chick acted totally disgusted so I laid another one towards the end of class. Sounded like a broken zipper. I've been here so long that I can do anything I want and not give a fuck. It's a feeling of tremendous power and yet I feel like I'm in prison. Maybe this is how guards feel.
Friday, January 16:
End of the week so figure I'll start the thesis on Sunday. Did read Kafka's metamorphosis. Gregor Samsa. What a story, i shouldn't have skipped in High School. I like the part where the apple gets stuck in his shell.
Anyway i got a date with Simone tonight. We'll see what happens. Probably try to borrow my friend Tony's pad. He'll probably be gone anyway and he won't know. If I can get her back there and play some Field Mice I'll be set.
Well that's it for now.
Oh yeah, and in response to Julie from Maine, I go to school on the west coast so i don't think a meeting's possible. I'd buy you a plane ticket if i
had a cent to my name but no such luck.
til next week keep the dream alive, usounds. i love you guys. and thanks for publishing my diary. If this finally makes me famous I'll pay you back, somehow.
yours,
Reese
mynameisreese@hotmail.com
USOUNDS || 1999
