By Nous

                        May 16, 2005

12:20pm -- 10pt Font Life

James Walker's room is a mess. How can anybody live in that filth.
Then I remember that if my mother didn't clean the house and wash
the dishes, I would probably be living in filth myself.  My room,
while not filthy, is pretty disorganized.
Then I should revise my previous statement:

If it weren't for my mother, I would be living in a disorganized
mess, but not necessarily in filth.

James has a whole pizza on aluminum foil on his dresser. Over that
are CDs, and over those are GI Joes, the big ones.  Upon entering
his apartment, I immediately felt sorry that I had agreed to take
him to Micro Cache, but agreed I had.
"It's like, you know, I don't want you just like driving over there
for nothing. So I was thinking, like, maybe I could give you money
for gas or something. Like, do you think ten dollars would cover
it?"
I had said ten dollars would be fine and felt bad for accepting
offer.  But standing there in James' room, piles of filth and
everything seemingly coated in some sort of greasy shit, I thought
ten dollars was very fair indeed.
So we're driving around and looking for Micro Cache, because I
don't know my way around town, and we sort of stumble onto it.
Then James says, "After this, like we can go eat. I'll have to
get my mother's debit card first, though."
You didn't have the ten dollars then, did you? And you're paying
for our meal with your mother's money? Fuck that. No meal. Let's
go to the library.
But James, you're so loud. And all you do is flip through magazines.
So I approach James, who says, without lowering his voice at all,
"Oh, you didn't find anything?"
This Mormon in the corner in a nice shirt and with a tie looked over
at me and grinned.
"Let's go."
"Okay, let me just finish looking through this and I'll be ready."
You're ready now. You won't be ready after you finish "reading."
It's some article on Franz Ferdinand.
I told James my mom had called me in the library and I had to go
with her somewhere, and I might not be able to take him back to
Micro Cache at one thirty.
Now I'm home eating a green popsicle which tastes like Heaven.

12:36pm -- Man's Duty

I'm trying to write my cousin's final essay for him. It's so
easy, but I can see why he didn't want to do it. He's supposed
to write about what he believes, and his beliefs must all be
supported by "evidence."
"I believe that we should all not care about stupid shit like
money, but instead should take care of one another."
So I made it as blasphemous as I could before my cousin told me
that his teacher didn't believe in God, so I felt defeated. But
I write about stuff like past lives and String Theory.  It's
really just a bunch of babbling, but as my cousin said about
another paper I wrote for him, "Your mediocre work will be my
masterpiece."

5:57pm -- The Vacuum of Life

I missed X-Files, and got paid four dollars for taking James to
Micro Cache. I'm feeling bad about accepting it again, which is
probably dumb. I'll never learn that James is pretty horrible.
And a dog I call Snowflake and also Chatito is licking my pant
leg.

Kind of Got A Headache Yours,

Nous