Archive for November, 2002

loup

Friday, November 22nd, 2002 at about 10:50 pm

loup

At some point this week most of the students here at Uni High were given rape whistles. It was part of a campus-wide program to deal with the recent string of attacks/rapes/muggings. While the intentions were good, it was not a wise idea. People have taken to wearing them around their necks. Well, ok, that’s fine. But most of these people are boys, who don’t give a fuck about being raped (I’m sure they’d mind it, but that isn’t why they wear the whistles). They think its funny. It pisses the hell out of me. You can’t really tell them to stop, because they’re “just trying to be safe,” as they say with a smile. It’s not a laughing matter. I want to punch some of these kids.

This in and of itself wouldn’t have been so bad, except every once in a while I hear one. No one is being raped or robbed, someone just blew the whistle accidentally (people feel the need to suck on them) or just for kicks and giggles. The effectiveness of these things is reduced so, so greatly by these inconsiderate, unthinking idiots. It’s the boy who cried wolf, except it isn’t the sheep who are getting eaten, it’s innocent people being raped. While a few people around Uni randomly blowing their whistles isn’t going to greatly detract from the effectiveness of the entire program, it’s still an unnecessary problem added to an already bad situation.

Tonight I went to see Die Another Day. It was alright, although not spectacular. I’m going to see it again tomorrow, most likely. It really wasn’t good enough to warrant a second viewing (at all), but it’s a different group of people I’m going with this time, and I have little else to do tomorrow.

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the magic of google

Thursday, November 21st, 2002 at about 9:38 pm

the magic of google

Hey, cool, there’s a site called Another Wasted Day at www.anotherwastedday.de. It seems to be the site of a band, but it’s all in German so I’m not entirely sure.

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scratchy

Thursday, November 21st, 2002 at about 9:35 pm

scratchy

My grandmother is leaving tomorrow. Not a very exciting topic, I suppose.

This cold keeps getting worse. My nose got better, but now my throat is sore. This isn’t very exciting, either.

Oh, I don’t have the energy for this. At 5:30 today I realized I have a review that’s due tomorrow for Inside Project. Luckily I realized that I had already written half of it, I did most of the rest of it then, and I’ll finish up tomorrow. I spent the night watching TV and finishing my essay about Augustus. It’s a good thing I don’t bother proof reading, or I’d probably fall asleep with it.

Speaking of sleep, I’m off to bed.

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the key is “understanding”

Tuesday, November 19th, 2002 at about 9:25 pm

the key is “understanding”

Tonight we went to see my younger sister’s school play. It was a rendition of Alice in Wonderland, and not a bad one at that. It wasn’t perfect by any stretch of the imagination: in nearly every scene someone missed a cue or forgot a line, Alice often seemed more ditzy than she should, and the Chesire Cat was made out to be gossipy rather than cynical and sarcastic. At one point when they were changing scenes two kids ran smack into one another, which I found immensely amusing. But it was a middle school play, after all, and taking that into consideration it was rather good. My sister had a few witty lines, too, so overall it was enjoyable. Regretably I didn’t get all my homework done, but that’s all right.

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breakfast cereals

Monday, November 18th, 2002 at about 8:27 pm

breakfast cereals

I just had one of the most disgusting bowls of oatmeal I’ve ever had. It was all watery, I didn’t measure right, and it got cold by the time I got around to eating it. I didn’t even finish half. Ugh, nasty.

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flow

Monday, November 18th, 2002 at about 8:07 pm

flow

I have this Uniball pen. It’s a nice pen, although nothing terribly out of the ordinary. I really like writing with it when the ink flows nicely. But, often, it dries up. It isn’t out of ink, it just doesn’t write well. But when it does, when I manage to hold it just so; oh, that’s nice. I realize this is a strange example, but there’s a point: Things are better when you’ve got to fight them a little. It’s not just that waiting for something is half the fun. It’s that taming it, that knowing you’ve done something to make this work, makes the final product all that more satisfactory.

Today in Driver’s Ed Sheldon (I’m not sure that’s his name anymore, but for simplicity’s sake I’ll still use it) was rapping. He’s funny enough talking normally, but this was a bit much. He essentially took his already-ridiculous dialect and sped it up. There was a somewhat distinctive rhythm to it (when he actually managed to spit something out instead of breaking down and giggling), and I could catch some of what he was saying, but it was still going waaay too fast. He kept tripping over his own words. I’m beginning to wonder how old he is, too. The entire song (which was “just something I was writin’ down befo’”) was a hackneyed piece about sex. Fair enough, but this kid shouldn’t be older than 15 or 16. He told me the first day he didn’t go to school, he’d gotten his GED and had just gotten out of jail for a dope case. Well, ok, but he sure acts like he’s 15.

Background Noise: Weezer’s “El Scorcho.” Goddam you half Japanese girls…

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mind-numbing

Sunday, November 17th, 2002 at about 9:03 pm

mind-numbing

I just got back from dinner at Ariana’s house. Overall it was fine, but during some of the conversation I wanted to drive a utensil into my thigh. Unfortunately all I really had available was a spoon. The first twenty minutes was solely about how much builders suck. Other highlights include half an hour spent talking about coffee. Ariana’s dad talks a good deal. I gave up saying anything eventually, just because I couldn’t stand having to politely listen to him for the next 15 minutes as he responded. Because no matter what he’s saying, it seems like it’s somehow admonishing me. You’re wrong, I’m right. It’s good to have well-founded opinions, but there’s a line.

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borders and boundaries

Saturday, November 16th, 2002 at about 10:03 pm

borders and boundaries

Boundaries are the definition of things. How far can it go, how far will you go. Or, moreso, how much does this relate? What does it cover? What won’t it affect; what will it affect? We can’t truly know something until we’ve seen it in its entirety. To see it, you need to know where it begins, and where it ends. Everything in the middle is given.

Push your limits. Only then can you know who you are.

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parlez-vous francais?

Friday, November 15th, 2002 at about 10:07 pm

parlez-vous francais?

Just got back from dinner. It was pleasant, although nothing extraordinary. But there’s this one conversation we had, started out about Hillary Clinton. This leads to Bill Clinton, which gives us the following:

My Grandmother: “I hope they can find him a job in Africa and keep him there.”
Me: “Africa?”
Grandmother: “Yea. (pause) The blacks love him; he’s the friend of the blacks.
Me: “Ah.”
Grandmother: “They got him elected. He was put into the black hall of fame or something.”
My mother: “Mom! You’re so racist.”
Grandmother: “How is that racist? It’s true. What’s racist about it?”

My father and I were staring at each other; I was trying my best to conceal my laughter, and he was chuckling a bit, too. The entire this was just out of nowhere, and incredibly amusing.

Regardless of conversation, though, dinner was excellent. We ate at Chef Jean-Louis’s restaurant. I don’t think I’ve eaten at some place so fancy since… ever. I am particularly fond of some of the notes on the menu, which include:
“French cuisine is an art, and art takes time.” and
“Please do not ask to have any dishes altered, anything on the side, or cooked well-done or medium-well.”

I think Jean-Louis is Belgian, too, not French, but it’s all close enough.

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yea, yea

Friday, November 15th, 2002 at about 6:14 pm

yea, yea

Today was school, Mark’s house for half a movie, then home. We’re going out to dinner, we should be leaving momentarily, I’m surprised we haven’t yet. I’m feeling mentally sluggish. Something more interesting will come after dinner, I promise.

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