"Are they still making life?" -Chuck Lewis
I like my creative non-fiction teacher a lot. I like how he's lanky and angular and lets us have little glimpses of his personal life. I don't know what he wants from me, though. He likes the parts of my writing that I find unsuccessful and insignifcant. I like the parts of my writing that he finds blase and unmeaningful. Where does that leave us? I wonder if it's just me? Is it just him? Do I suck? Would Gillen agree with me or him? Is it a matter of taste?
And the hypocrisy floweth over and floods that which is 819.
Break cannot come soon enough. I really miss Minnesota right now. I suppose it doesn't help that all I'm listening to is Lucinda Williams and Mason Jennings. Or spring teasing. Spring always makes me nostalgic.
The Vagina Monologues were carried off without a hitch. My favorite was "Because He Liked to Look at it..."; somehow, though, it wasn't the same this year. I feel like I've made my point, to myself and whoever I was trying to prove myself to. Anna and Meggy and Kirsten gave me roses. I hung out with people but ducked out early--what a fucking suprise. Drunk people wandered up and complimented my orgasmic ability. I left a note on Gabe's door that read: # of beer's I've drank: 1.for my homies 2.for Pat 3.for Gabe 4.for my dear departed dog.
I've been talking to the Montanan much more, almost daily. My little weirdling, not yet in Iraq. As silly as ever, with the addition of a proclivity towards referring to me as "baby".
http://news.mpr.org/play/audio.php?media=/midmorning/2004/02/06_midmorn2
"I've been wasted/lonely and sad/since you left/Minneapolis" -Lucinda Williams
And the hypocrisy floweth over and floods that which is 819.
Break cannot come soon enough. I really miss Minnesota right now. I suppose it doesn't help that all I'm listening to is Lucinda Williams and Mason Jennings. Or spring teasing. Spring always makes me nostalgic.
The Vagina Monologues were carried off without a hitch. My favorite was "Because He Liked to Look at it..."; somehow, though, it wasn't the same this year. I feel like I've made my point, to myself and whoever I was trying to prove myself to. Anna and Meggy and Kirsten gave me roses. I hung out with people but ducked out early--what a fucking suprise. Drunk people wandered up and complimented my orgasmic ability. I left a note on Gabe's door that read: # of beer's I've drank: 1.for my homies 2.for Pat 3.for Gabe 4.for my dear departed dog.
I've been talking to the Montanan much more, almost daily. My little weirdling, not yet in Iraq. As silly as ever, with the addition of a proclivity towards referring to me as "baby".
http://news.mpr.org/play/audio.php?media=/midmorning/2004/02/06_midmorn2
"I've been wasted/lonely and sad/since you left/Minneapolis" -Lucinda Williams