(no subject)
i knew if i talked to them we'd discuss my work. if i graduated or not. what my plans for the future were. i know they'd try to steer me to say i either want to go back to school or i want to be "x" when i grow up. some naive delusion. but i didn't want to deal with that.
instead i jumped on the trampoline with my cousin jimmie. i told him we come from a long line of jimmies that we have to give props for. jimmi hendrix. jimmi page. jim morrison. (not a jimmie, no... but i mean.. i owe a lot to him) the list goes on. he doesn't know who these people are. he's 6. we had dinner. jimmie's dad told me if he could do it all again he'd be a plumber. hes a lawyer now. said school was a waste. another guy there said after his BA he said "what does a guy with a BA in physics do? oh he gets a Masters in mathematics. what does a guy with ..." it went on. i didn't want to hear it. a woman said i need (yes she said need) to go get my masters and p.h.d. in film at usc. apparently she's got it all figured out.
we jumped on the trampoline again. we did a lot of jumping. i colored with jimmie. played cars. all he wanted to do was crash people and bring them to the police station. if only he knew... in a couple of hours some new tragedy will be mine for the showing.
his coloring book was pure blasphemy. it had "magic" markers so you couldn't color outside the lines. the color just wouldn't show up there. so the background was always white. i told him it was okay to color outside the lines and that he should get crayons and color the background. i dont think he realized how serious i was. i dont think i realized how serious i was. i still dont think i realize how serious i am.
*edit* i found out the next day that i apparently ripped my pants. i flirted with the girl at the cleaners. it was funny.. but i think im only one that got it.
instead i jumped on the trampoline with my cousin jimmie. i told him we come from a long line of jimmies that we have to give props for. jimmi hendrix. jimmi page. jim morrison. (not a jimmie, no... but i mean.. i owe a lot to him) the list goes on. he doesn't know who these people are. he's 6. we had dinner. jimmie's dad told me if he could do it all again he'd be a plumber. hes a lawyer now. said school was a waste. another guy there said after his BA he said "what does a guy with a BA in physics do? oh he gets a Masters in mathematics. what does a guy with ..." it went on. i didn't want to hear it. a woman said i need (yes she said need) to go get my masters and p.h.d. in film at usc. apparently she's got it all figured out.
we jumped on the trampoline again. we did a lot of jumping. i colored with jimmie. played cars. all he wanted to do was crash people and bring them to the police station. if only he knew... in a couple of hours some new tragedy will be mine for the showing.
his coloring book was pure blasphemy. it had "magic" markers so you couldn't color outside the lines. the color just wouldn't show up there. so the background was always white. i told him it was okay to color outside the lines and that he should get crayons and color the background. i dont think he realized how serious i was. i dont think i realized how serious i was. i still dont think i realize how serious i am.
*edit* i found out the next day that i apparently ripped my pants. i flirted with the girl at the cleaners. it was funny.. but i think im only one that got it.