che cazzata

it's the end of zeee weeeek. rather pleasant, i'm surprised to say. i discovered the most intriguing information. oh the joys of finding interesting older people, specifically guys...with glasses...from the east coast....who enjoy fellini films.



*sigh*

i'm finding it crazy that things are piling up consecutively. and then getting distracted by something spontaneously coming about.
hmmmmm. yeah, what was i doing? um, ok. it's just much to do, think, and hopefully accomplish decently.

The younger rises as the old doth fall

Things have been rather weird in the past, uh, almost a month a so. The most strangest event involves the photography teacher, my friend, and her new best "acquaintance". God. I was gone for, like, two fucking class periods and now there's this--bond? Super plot to make the teacher exploitable? I don't understand and I've been given minimal information about this whole situation--"alternative lifestyles" of other teachers, including a retired one who I admired with great fervor (that was relatively, uh, devastating), other questions of sexuality and likability, and clubbing. Initially I was rather upset because it just seemed so ridiculous to go to those lengths to delve into the personal life of some guy who you have so many coincidences and who happens to be some thirty years your senior. Yeah. Fucking ridiculous shit, the way I see it. It almost makes it unbearable to face this friends..like really awkward. What the hell? For fuck's sake, how the hell did this shit come together. Pisses me off--fucking extensively.



Well, other accomplishments during this time have been the completion of reading King Lear (Shakespeare!) and Song of Solomon (Toni Morrison!!). Let me be the Cordelia to Milkman and Hagar can envy everything we have. I'll be the Edmund to Guitar and base my motives on the Seven Days.

Other than that I have nothing else to say or do for the time being.