2003-03-26 10:20 a.m.
what's the juice?

Hello.

Today is one of those days. I woke up.I opened my eyes. I saw the sun shining through my window. Heard the lovely mexican music playing in surround sound all over the house. And i wanted to throw up. No, i'm not bulemic. It's just that nothing is going right this week. And i feel horrible.

Yesterday we were supposed to present a five-minute analysis of a poem from our Literature text-books. Apparently this was a huge assignment i did not know about because i skipped class for the past two weeks. I had to make it all up right before i was called on. I created some theory about Langstong Hughes' poems and how three of them were connected even though they were written fifteen years apart. The teacher exclaimed that i had given the class "a gift" because i was so insightful and profound. "How many of you would have caught that?" she asked. Everyone smiled at me. I felt really, really awful. Like a fraud. Fraudelent.

I'd like to write a book. Something simple and elegant like The Girl's Guide To Hunting and Fishing. Something that's not uproariously funny, or extremely touching. A book that's pleasurable to read on a saturday afternoon in a large living room or a kitchen. I don't know where that came from. I might be getting sentimental.

I have about five minutes before i have to shower and prepare to go out. It almost feels like i'm acting. That might not be so bad, seeing as i have a rehearsal tonight. I'm going to be taught the "North Of England" dialect. Chiils! Thrills! Enema!

-Mark

whore's hustle / hustler's whore