i am in a computer lab
blah - as a result of a nighttime power-outtage, while my mac was idling, it is now refusing to start up. this happened before, a year or so ago - the computer wasn't able to turn itself on for a day or so afterward. hopefully that pattern repeats itself. we'll see.
a lot has happened? changed a tire with my roomie. almost got in an accident on the way to sears. the sears garage, by the way, is run entirely by 19-20 year old twinks, beautiful, hard, lanky, sweet, accomodating, wearing tshirts while they worked. not to mention, the customer waiting room was kind of like the marxist image of the one boss overseeing the entire workroom from his small office - that is to say, an entire side of the room is one big window that looks out onto the garage, with a sign that says "we invite you to watch" or something like that.
*touches self*
ok so then i drove back to campus with my brand new tire. things happen, and instead of spending the customary thursday night with the literati, i end up with some kids from this new Outdoor Adventure Club, which my roomie has just founded.
oh, and of course, somehow NN is along with us, too. so to make matters short, dull, cliched, this boy that i met last night is fucking hot. so i end up sitting at the bar table between him and NN. it was very nice.
this outdoor adventure boy is so energetic and driven and into things, i find that very hot. i was trying to think of nice ways to describe him. how about this. he easily dominates conversations, and the way he talks, his body is never still. so the entire time he talked, his sweater sleeves kept creeping up his arms, and every few minutes he'd slide them up his biceps again - which were perfect in proportion - none of that big ugly bullshit. it got to the point where i was so entranced with his talking, that i finally pointed at his blackened thumbnail and asked, "did you slam it in a door?" because i knew i'd get a full, satisfying reply - and i did, complete with much gesticulating and much display of his limbs/digits, especially the injured one.
then he invited us all back to his yard for a smoke. that was nice, too.
now, the girl that i met last night is good, too, almost enough to confuse me about my sexuality? i mean to say she is incredibly real and very understated and subtle, and with a good wit, and good balanced true soul. (i can tell those things immediately.)
this is all very incomplete, i know - i haven't eaten in like twelve hours, and i'm in a computer lab - i'm a little thrown off.
anyway, i'm off soon to poet supergroup album practice, and from there i'm driving home, and leaving in the morning for west point with some family - the funny as hell, working class grandparents who embarrass my dad and crack me up.
that reminds me: i had a very vivid dream last night - probably due in part to the weed. it dealt with my returning to my neighborhood to find that all the houses had been converted into bel-air-esque mansions (hahahahaha guess what show i'd fallen asleep to) - but this was so disconcerting - my family had finally completely converted to everything america wanted, and it was wrong, inorganic, unnatural, denying, and on top of it all i couldn't find a bedroom for hours, i had to search and search through the mansion.
a lot has happened? changed a tire with my roomie. almost got in an accident on the way to sears. the sears garage, by the way, is run entirely by 19-20 year old twinks, beautiful, hard, lanky, sweet, accomodating, wearing tshirts while they worked. not to mention, the customer waiting room was kind of like the marxist image of the one boss overseeing the entire workroom from his small office - that is to say, an entire side of the room is one big window that looks out onto the garage, with a sign that says "we invite you to watch" or something like that.
*touches self*
ok so then i drove back to campus with my brand new tire. things happen, and instead of spending the customary thursday night with the literati, i end up with some kids from this new Outdoor Adventure Club, which my roomie has just founded.
oh, and of course, somehow NN is along with us, too. so to make matters short, dull, cliched, this boy that i met last night is fucking hot. so i end up sitting at the bar table between him and NN. it was very nice.
this outdoor adventure boy is so energetic and driven and into things, i find that very hot. i was trying to think of nice ways to describe him. how about this. he easily dominates conversations, and the way he talks, his body is never still. so the entire time he talked, his sweater sleeves kept creeping up his arms, and every few minutes he'd slide them up his biceps again - which were perfect in proportion - none of that big ugly bullshit. it got to the point where i was so entranced with his talking, that i finally pointed at his blackened thumbnail and asked, "did you slam it in a door?" because i knew i'd get a full, satisfying reply - and i did, complete with much gesticulating and much display of his limbs/digits, especially the injured one.
then he invited us all back to his yard for a smoke. that was nice, too.
now, the girl that i met last night is good, too, almost enough to confuse me about my sexuality? i mean to say she is incredibly real and very understated and subtle, and with a good wit, and good balanced true soul. (i can tell those things immediately.)
this is all very incomplete, i know - i haven't eaten in like twelve hours, and i'm in a computer lab - i'm a little thrown off.
anyway, i'm off soon to poet supergroup album practice, and from there i'm driving home, and leaving in the morning for west point with some family - the funny as hell, working class grandparents who embarrass my dad and crack me up.
that reminds me: i had a very vivid dream last night - probably due in part to the weed. it dealt with my returning to my neighborhood to find that all the houses had been converted into bel-air-esque mansions (hahahahaha guess what show i'd fallen asleep to) - but this was so disconcerting - my family had finally completely converted to everything america wanted, and it was wrong, inorganic, unnatural, denying, and on top of it all i couldn't find a bedroom for hours, i had to search and search through the mansion.