Quixote

The Incredible Yes
2002-08-25 23:12:37 (UTC)

post-dated entries

while i was at it, i figured i would transfer some of the
stuff i wrote on my laptop over the summer to this public
forum. i still don't really have that much material, but
take what you can get or i will stick it to you when you
aren't looking.


5/16/2002
My ass is slowly freezing to a metal folding chair
as I sit here, already bored, in the gymnasium of my little
brother’s intermediate school. I, along with the parents
of Susan Lindgren Elementary’s 4th graders, am waiting for
the little monsters to come trouping onto the risers and
begin their stirring and tuneless rendition of “My
Country,” a medley of painfully patriotic jingles. Remind
me again when I became a single parent?!
I love Evan, don’t get me wrong. Of all the little
kids in the world he is the only one I have ever enjoyed
hugging. He’s an ass, and very much a 10 year old, but I
would jump in to traffic for him. Bitch as I may, the
truth is that I am every bit as proud of my brother’s off-
key yelling as any of the soccer moms around me are of
their sticky offspring.
Of course, if I ever have children they will be
very different than this. They will be cynical and punk
from day one. And not because I will force them to be that
way, but because I believe my genes are strong enough that
these traits will be dominant in my progeny. They will beg
me for body piercings, black clothes, tattoos, and wild
hair dyes, and I will indulge them. But if they ever, EVER
ask permission to get up in front of half the community and
sing about how great their country is they are going to get
taken out back of the woodshed, I tell you what.


5/17/2002
Once again, I am PRODUCTAR, MASTER OF
PRODUCTIVITY!!!!! I have been home for less than a week
and I already have an internship and a lab job offer. Plus
I can work at the theater if I want to. I rock. Like a
hurricane. In fact, I probably should scale back my
coolness, so as not to scare the locals.
I am planning to send a couple of postcards to my
Boston crew tomorrow. I should prolly check my email to
see if any of them have been trying to get a hold of me,
you know, to verify that there have been no fatalities
yet. After all, they have been out of my sight for almost
7 days, and that is more than enough time for crisis to
strike. With a vengeance!
Right now I am sitting in training for the DASC,
and there is a really cute chick sitting down the table
from me. Her name is Kate, though, and I have so much
history with Kates that I am a bit leery of telling her how
cute her red hair is and how much I would like to see her
in anything other than business-casual clothes. Preferably
something that involves the word “thong.” Striking profile,
cute nose, freckles. Most comely, this wench.


6/7/02

I wanna sex you up. Tick tock, you don’t stop.

It has been said of me that I am exceedingly comfortable
with myself. Thought I try to resist the idea that this is
really an insult, sometimes it becomes unavoidable that it
is intended as such. People are such rat-sucking ass-
nosers sometimes.


6-14-02

I am going to commit my life to proving that soy beans feel
pain. That way all the hippies will starve.


7-10-02

Are there words in there you can’t understand? Is there
some good reason why that lost look is plastered all over
your self? And what exactly is your excuse for that?

That’s the thing...I think I may be going nuts. Had a half
bottle of 151 and a bowl, with my 'rents downstairs. Evan
still has a bruise from falling off his bike last weekend,
and it looks pretty tasty. Got in a raucous fight with
julia, over I don’t remember what, and cleaned the bathroom
to make up for it.

This is what I like:
Driving barefoot
Drinking rum&cokes
Kissing
Eating
Sleeping
Boys’ tummies
Loud music with bass and harmony and heavy guitar
Action movies
Laughing
Mysteries
Lime sherbet


7-13-02

Today is my twentieth birthday. I am not a teenager, as I
have been for most of my conscious life. I didn’t realize
that this change was going to be as important to me as it
is. I am crabby as fuck today, and I think part of it has
to do with the aging thing and the other part has to do
with the fact that I was there for Josh and Jenn and Jeff
on their 20ths, but none of them even know it’s mine. I
wonder if they will even care when I get back to Boston.
Okay, that is just me being stupid depressed.
Disregard.

“You cook real good, all nice and French,
You do your brain surgery with your monkey wrench.”


8-13-02
“Goths are diagnostic.” –Mom


8-15-02
“…And the coconuts are like the testicles!”
“I’ll drink to that.”

Partied with Kristy, Adrienne, Anna R, and Aleks tonight…
another on the list of people I never thought I would be
partying (i.e. slamming vodka martinis) with. Tomorrow
night: Dan Hedges and Jen Pflipsen. Hoo-rah. At least I
am getting blasted and not having to pay for it. At any
rate, we watched that Brittany Spears movie and drank and
it was pretty smooth for a Thursday night away from
school.


8-16-02

“Way to choke, you forebrain-impaired simian.”

Count down to Boston, 4.5 days. I haven’t started packing
yet. i also haven't cleaned my room, which gets to my
parents like nothing else.
[dramatization]
ME: "i don't want to clean, i just want to bang on my drum
all day."
MOM: "you are as annoying as peanut butter sticking to the
roof we put over your head, you ungrateful daughter."

Okay, I think that is all there is, but be happy...you made
it through my summer faster than i did!

YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED IN MY AIRSPACE




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