italian paperclips
2002-03-31

today's soundtrack: the strokes, bedhead

today, and yesterday, are non-days. by non-days i mean that i can get nothing done except nice, pleasant things. yesterday i came to campus only for my shift, then back home to sit in the yard and watch bread run around (like a small child, he wore himself out and was passed out by four). say and i went to the nw industrial district and then to sauvie island. i took a lot of photos, which was really fun. i want nettie's camera. it has been nice borrowing it, but i want it for my own... we saw hairy coos, or highland cows... they have really long hair, with lots of bangs in their faces. there was a calf, and he looked like a very strange, fuzzy dog. there was a white cow with crooked horns that made grunty noises at say and i. i took lots of photos of them, too.

today i was woken up by my father (at 10 am) with a happy easter call... shit. i need to call home soon... there's a good reason to leave campus. at any rate, netty and i made tofu scramble and peter made smoothies. we read the sunday paper on the porch and sat around, full of tofu, for a while. i came to campus and decided to leave right away. sammy and i went to wacky willy's, which was closed, and then to downtown. mostly because we could not bear to go back to school. we went to banana republic and scoured the sale racks. we found some good stuff, and left happy. unfortunately (or fortunately, for my bank account's sake) nothing else was really open, so we could not continue with the shopping. i really like spending time with sam. she is generous, fun, and has girlish tendencies, like myself, which she is good at hiding... i am glad that i am discovering that my girlfriends are very similar to myself, but in separate ways, so that they remain differentiated in my mind... it seems like people can just blend into eachother, with so much in common that it hurts.

tonight i will go home and stay there. this week will be tough, and the next couple of weeks even more tough. i am planning on bringing my sleeping bag and spare pillow to my office. twenty days to write half of a thesis is not that much, when one really thinks about it. i hope dr. dude gets his shit together and writes a data program. i need some results, or i'm gonna cry.