Random Acts of Nothingness Proudly Presents...
Diary of a Nothing
The September 2000 Edition Tuesday September 12, 2000. C Thursday 14, 2000. C Sunday 17, 2000. C Sunday 24, 2000. C Wednesday 27, 2000. C
I think my sense of reality has been warped in some way. Why just the other morning I saw a truck parked in the school lot that said "Luck Brothers" on it. My immediate thought was that I truly was lucky and for that bit of omen it should be a good day. And then I thought, well I wonder if that's their real name, or if they used it as a gimmick. Therefore would my luck be short sighted? If they were fakes would the good omen be fake too? I caught myself mid-swing and decided to take that bit of providence as it was. It would be a lucky day. And maybe because I believed it, or maybe just because, it was a lucky day. I accomplished almost all of my work. I read some tarot for two of the girls down the hall. I had a great time. It's a good thing I put more stock in omens than most other people I know.
So I've been really out of it. My allergies are at an all time worse for me. Migraines everyday, a running nose, sore body, sore lungs, poor sleeping habits. However I've been socializing with the other girls on my floor (I live in a dorm for those of you who don't know). They are all unique people with excitement, dreams, ambition and hardships. Especially harassment from one of the guys down the hall. I don't usually face this because compared to them I'm not stereotypically beautiful. I am however well-endowed and get shit about that. This guy loves to yell slurs about sex and "hot ass" through his window as the girls walk by in the street below. I swear to all things holy I'm going to kick him square in the nuts when I get the chance.
I took a walk last night with T*. We headed down to the quick-mart at the end of the road laughing hysterically about some new theatrical ideas we were having. When we got there we ran from aisle to aisle trying to figure out what exactly it was that we wanted. Chocolate. It was a craving, a need. And then beef jerky. A passion. So I found a chocolate bar (Hershey's with Almonds) at the bottom of the rack. It was covered in dust and I showed it to the guy at the register, a young man with spiky hair. I made some comment about having a feather duster and he left the counter for a moment. He returned with one and proceeded to dust off my chocolate. It was the single most flattering moment for me out of the entire year 2000. A man dusting my chocolate.
I noticed I haven't written in a while. It just figures. I've been a little preoccupied this week. I performed in the theatre sports league, placing third out of four. I guess I was a little too concerned with winning and I didn't have such a good time. My family came up last night. We hung out in my room and ordered pizza. We watched the Cider House Rules and the Olympics. We've decided that the Aussies are cheating, the Russians suck and one of the Chinese girl gymnast's has a penis. Fun stuff indeed.
I looked my friend Moon* up on her colleges web-site. I dropped her a line at her e-mail address. I am hoping and praying she responds in haste. I miss her terribly. It's odd how you realize how much you miss someone when they're gone. I watched "Fight Club" for the third time with Kimmy tonight. Rock ass awesome movie. It was sort of an eye-opener. What if you were forced to give up all your material possessions? What if you could run a fight club? I was thinking about it and maybe it would be cool. And I want to learn how to make soap now. Ciao for now,