I'm supposed to have had a bad day today. Slept at 645 writing a disgraceful tutorial that I've got 2 grade cuts on. Woke up 2 hours later to try and get to the discussion kind of on time. Fail. My prof refused to let me in. So I wandered around and met PJ who had come to give a lecture in Hindi today. We chit chatted about college, his kids and smoking in Universities (he was very happy that you can smoke anywhere) I went for his lecture. I was good to see the ol Sirjee again. with his happy chipmunk face and cargo pants and meandering, gesticulative, funny lectures. In college he used to give us lectures in Hindi when he felt like, my Hindi handwriting is not the best and matras have been dyslexic since junior school but it was fun. I was secretly flattered when he told his friend "yeh hamari achi chatraon mein se ek thi" as I am when adults say nice things about me. There was a hot man in college today. Looked like one of those scruffily sophisticated photographer types. Red shoes and red scarf. This morning I was tense and anxious and my eyes felt like fire and everyone I saw was a dumbass. Specially all these dumbass men you seem to see everywhere, posing like peacocks and looking from the corner of their eyes and I was rolling my eyes and thinking of how disappointing everyone is (don't worry guys the women were disappointing today, too) But scruffy man was a 'type', but hot. He was well dressed and he wasn't projecting anything, bless him. I'm listening to Jamiroquai and Honey Singh and I want to dance. Smiling to myself in the auto thinking of my friends. In the metro station there's a boy wearing a Joy Division tshirt so I look him square in the eyes and half smile like "I fuckin feel you bro" and want to give him a hug. Actually I'm just thinking of my bed waiting with open arms. Earlier, Richard Hell was giving me a bit of a BT. He's a great writer (like Nick Cave, his book sounds like his music) but his junked out, alternatingly lead by cock and heart yearning for the Lizzy Mercier Descloux character (named Crissa) was bringing me down. But then he did some speed and he's wired and on a high and he's in one of those "everything is connected", walking in the rain feeling blissed out trips, so I feel his trip. Now listening to the La's and feeling most ungloomy, just thought you should know. Watching my neighbour's cat walk around tentatively on the green fiberglass roofing. He's dirty black with neon green eyes. Let me tell you, no one looks at you like a cat looks at you. No human, no animal. He will look you straight in the eye and study you and know everything about you and he'll speak to you. He's a subtle creature, he doesn't have to make loud gestures or do much at all, he'll just look at you and occasionally move his head, the angle is where you read him, or in the twitch of his tail. I sit in the sun and the watch him make his way around and tease his owners. Now time for sleep. See you on the other side.
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everyone's a type bro. i wanna hot-spot in jnu. maybe i should get to filling my form then. and a day full of dumbasses is the WORST. everyday i walk into college and the first ten minutes are absolute trauma.today the first thing i heard was 'i want to read another of his books three mistakes of my life' and almost ran back to the car. haha here we go being slacker snobs again. we're probable dumbasses too you know.
I thought you guys would like this article - http://nplusonemag.com/slacker-at-twenty
not to name drop but did i ever tell you v, that jeff gordinier (of the generation x book fame) and i had an epic 10 email back and forth about pop culture, like you and i used to back in the day?
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