next time i'll bring my prom shoes to show you

a quote from a girl in my short story class today on how women still suffer to beautify themselves for men.

man i love that class.

Well today has been ok. woke up a bit early. got a parking spot soon as i got there.

oh. im reading 2 books at the same time.

I really dig the rolling stones one. and im already on ch.5 on kerouac's on the road.

woo.

I slept in my car from 8:45am-9:10am.

Today in class, my conversings with JD was bland. i was just so fucking tired. we joked somewot. played a couple of games of tic tac toe on his paper. but it was just off.

Then short story. man ive never felt that smart before. sheesh! we read stephen craine's short story "the open boat." i loved it. understood it, was so enraptured in it. took about 40min to read.

but over half the class bitched about it. didnt get it, thought it too long and at one point (even after i gushed over it with great compliments in class) the most annoying, dumb, brutally mundane girl said that she felt that this story was more of a guy story than a girl one. that girls get bombarded by so many guy themed stories and this was one of them.

GOOD GOD WOMAN. you wouldn't recognize great literature if it came and bite your stupid ass.

man..is my english majorism showing?(blushes)

At one point the prof. said,

"Man. Some of you people have the attention span of a dead flea."

woooo! tis why i love him.

Before class, they were all saying he's too brutish, too much a know it all, opinionated, and argumentative.

man. thats why i love him!!

Well then after class another strange moment.

Remember the young asian semi brandon boyd look alike i mentioned in an earlier post? Maybe like 2 weeks ago sometime? Well he showed up again.

I was waiting for the elevator, got in and right before the door closed he slipped in.

I smiled.
He stood close and stared at me.
I smiled.
He stared at my chest.
I nervously smiled.
"Hey wot's that?" (he points to my rhune necklace)
"um its called a Rhune. Its a symbol that means to let creativity flow freely for artists and poets and I'm a poet so.."
"Oh cool. where'd you get it?"
(now we're on the 1st floor and i walk out)
"Uh new orleans."
(i don't turn around to look at him. i keep going.)

All very strange. We keep meeting. I feel he might have a place in my life. I dunno how to explain it really. I get feelings about things. I trust my gut more than anything. it never lets me down, but sometimes i want it too..

alas, we will see. he just gives me feeling.

Then came home and finally went to the doctor to get this whole funky period mess checked out.

I peed before i left damnit. had to take a urine test. so i had to gulp down 5 small glasses at once. urgh. stomach still hurts..

In the end, i have to take a small dosage of birth control pills for about a month. won't be no longer than 3 months. Damn. won't be til 2002 til i'm off of them. at least my period will be regulated. whew

Alas, and here we are. I might go reading about my beats. one thing for sure, i'll be in bed by midnight.

night:-)

suddenly i miss you brian

yeah i do.
listening to the strokes, i know why im with you for almost a year. you've got this..feeling about you that no one has yet to match. i can be on the phone with every single guy friend but..
it wont be the same as 5 minutes as you. way you say hey and joke with me and how you say you love me and how you fill me with wotever you're made of. i can never seem to get enough.

Yeah and i'm in fucking texas.

Damnit. I miss you.