Finals Journal 1
12/13/09 - I start with <— cliqhop —> [ blips and beeps designed for gods ]. DNTEL b e g i n s and the Belgium graphic map of an online RISK-like-game-rip-off brings more truth to my immediate situation than the snow melting from my cap, the partially digested burrito in my stomach, and the bacteriology test tomorrow. Hordes of mongrels pack outside the library Starbucks and wait for the doors to unlock at 1400. Those sitting with me at the table begin to converse and speak aloud, the slag across the room from me stares like a child with an expression trying to tell me, “Shut up!”. I continue to talk, louder even , about the Earth and Sun, but I meant to say, “FUCK YOU SLAG!” - “quiet study is 4th and 3rd, 1st is a free for all bitch!” // A few minutes later, we bring tables together like Tetris blocks and take more space than needed. Proxy war ensues as we install extension cords into receptacles 30 yards away from our stranded laptops in the middle of the room. The use of extension cords garner the most stares and whispers from the mongrels watching… … .. . fuck them, this is how we die young, its finals week after all.
