Welcome To My Bed

Reunited and it feels so good.


My love for John Krasinski only grows with each passing day. Thank god the Office premiers a new episode tonight. I am excited beyond belief. I've been watching and rewatching the beginning of this season on Hulu like you would not believe, and I am dying to see what happens next. I never liked television much before (besides Law and Order: Criminal Intent), but the Office has changed everything. It's all James's fault. One of the stipulations of our early dating relationship was that I see the Office, and he judged me based on whether or not I liked it. I'm pretty sure the reason that we're together today is because we talk about how hot Pam is all the time.

I've begun making myself notebooks by ripping the covers off old issues of Art Forum I salvaged from the library recycling pile and making signature of filler paper or legal pads. I am very excited about all of this. I am halfway through my current Moleskine and getting restless. I started collaging for the first time in ages today, and I am convinced it's because I want to waste pages.


As I get more and more hungry, I have remembered that I had an awful nightmare where someone forced me to eat veal last night.  Probably because James made me watch the veal episode of South Park the other night. The cows were so cute. But then again, I think the cows we see on our way to the supermarket are adorable, even though they are covered in mud and probably very smelly.


After I get out of class, I have forty minutes until I have to go to a meeting. Plenty of time to eat something real. But I will most likely take the easy way out. Cooking in the microwave is just so easy.



Classes in liberal arts colleges are designed to give me a death-wish.  And it's not the fault of the subject matter.  I enjoy reading.  A lot.  I don't have enough time for it normally.  I wish that all my classes could be literature classes and all my professors expected me to read a book a week and tell them all about it.  They don't expect that though.  No child left behind.  Or teenager.  Or young adult.  Or anybody really.  But people are arguing about the theoretical existence of "social change police" in my Oil and the Middle Eastern Economies class.  I become exasperated.  I just want to write the songs that buzz in my jawbone when I take walks.  I can never remember them when I get to a place where I can write.  I need a tape recorder.

Fifteen minutes left.  Egyptian society.  Great opulence in the upper middle class.  Distinct need to maintain social status.  Arguments for education.  Women arguing for women's right to become literate, scary skinny kid who looks eerily like someone I accidentally saw in an amateur porn is being sexist.  It is almost ironic.  The thing about amateur porno kid anyway.  The women arguing for women's right are just stock characters.  I wish I was feminist.  I have so many more friends.  And so much more to do.  There are just so many student groups for such things.

Tonight I am skipping a film screening of a movie called "Crude Awakening" for this oil class in favor of seeing a the premiere of a a TV show in which I have a bit part as a bad actress during an audition montage.  The writer and director wanted to kill me because I couldn't act poorly.  But they ended up doing a recast for one of the characters (because the girl who played her went crazy and dropped out), and now I am a regular.  I am playing a lesbian.  Even if I'm not that great at it, I feel like people will find it believable because so many people think that I'm gay to begin with.  I hate when people who claim to hate stereotypes still employ them in every day life.  Hypocrites.

Anyway, trailer for what I will spend my evening doing.  Besides getting very drunk.