at art and arch library on a thursday night.
feet up. wearing pants that are stretchy and are too low. my butt is wet from the rain on bike seat.  i went to see 'thumbsucker' today at 5:10 alone. it was better than i thought it would be at first. it was so cloyingly urban outfitters bright eyes angsty gone mainstream it was annoying. then i biked to the library. and here i am. it's cold in here.
i'm reading a book called "how conversation works," which is helping me to become more human and less self-awaredly awkward. this morning i was tired when i woke up. i wanted to do my pilates dvd, but i did a few reps with my 8 pound weights, slowly, which i hear maximizes results. then i got dressed. have i mentioned that my toilet hates to flush. like it doesn't believe in flushing powerfully. it doesnt like its job, and i fucking hate my toilet. my bathroom is the least pleasant bathroom i have ever been a part of. then  i got dressed. usually, i wear my grey REI long underwear shirt. the ratio of lightweight to warmth is exceedingly good. i wear it daily. today was more cold so i wore a sweatshirt on top of that. then i decided to wear my nikes which haven't been worn since i got involved in the labor movement - april 4, 2005. i wondered if today would rain, since htat would appropriately piss me off and damage my kicks.

i wonder if i should get a tattoo. nikhil is leaving for france next semester and whenever we are somewhere i make him show the crowd his cool tat. when he leaves, the story of how i used to show the crowd his tat will not impress any crowd. therefore, i might have to get a tattoo. but then shouldn't i get a six pack?

i got my new yorker today. it was late. mike got his on tuesday. i read it. then i took my clothes off and went in bed, which has a knit blanket made by mom and two comforters. i may have masturbated or thought about masturbating, or maybe i just thught about an article worth writing for x magazine. any ideas ? what do yall have to say about sex on your campuses....i know there is something that needs to be said, but i for real can't think of what that is. the entries we've gotten so far are pretty good but none strike me as revelatory.

i went to a class today. where i always have a runny nose. helen asked me this after class - if i have a perpetual runny nose. i do not. only in that class room. i dont know wht it is. when i forget my hankie (and my prof's name is henke) i have to squeeze clear snot onto the length of my index fingers and wipe them on my forgiving blue jeans.  i sound like the reason thumbsucker was supposed to suck.

it was pretty hilarious. not as hilarious as rushmore, which was extermely prescient and influential. but there were some funny moments. unlike napoleon dynamite , which had not a single funny momentito.

keanu reeves and benji bratt were funny in the movie. and it did a better treatment of high shcool than most movies do. also, he becomes a ritalin addict which is hilarious.

you know how like painting, literature, and film are expressions of human creativity and relaly interesting ?? i never realized that drama is like on the same level. i've been making fun of drama geeks for so long and with so much energy i completely missed that writing a play is the same level of creative edginess for humanity as writing a novel. if not more so. it's an ancient ancient artform. my professor in office hours the other day said that he is considered one of 4 or 5 most knowledgable people on commedia del arte. he teaches a lot of courses on dramas, and he clearly used to act or still does. when he reads aloud from the text it's really fun.

i pretty much wasted the last 3.5 hours sitting on my wet ass. i didn't read oedipus or 'sister carrie' or write my paper or read aeschylus or write my application.