Journal

day after last quarter
september 30, 2002 ~ 3:15 p.m.

I think I just did really horribly on my Precalculus test. I got a B on the last one, partly because the teacher let us use a page of notes for that one, partly because it was mostly just review from Algebra II, and partly because I actually paid attention in class the first weeks, despite having a computer with net access in my desk during class. But now it's just so boring that I can't pay attention and I find myself surfing the net clandestinely while he's lecturing. I really shouldn't, but catching up on Dan's blog is so much more interesting than watching the teacher explain quadratic functions.

Also I'm skipping chemistry right now because it's raining. I know that's a pathetic reason, but I hate that class and it doesn't seem worth it to go out in the rain just to sit in that class for two hours.

I'm listening to "You Can't Stop the Beat" from the Hairspray musical right now (compliments of Ultrasparky). I'm so excited about this musical because I love the movie, and the music is by Marc Shaiman (who you may remember scored the Addams Family movies and wrote the songs for the South Park movie). I don't know if I'll ever have a chance to see it, though, since I'm stuck in fucking Wisconsin, and I doubt my parents will feel like driving 5 hours to New York while I'm home for Christmas just so I can go.

I finally finished The Catcher in the Rye last night, and I'm utterly confused as to why it's such a classic. It's a pretty good book, but so what? There are plenty of fanfuckingtastic books out there that no one's ever heard of. Why is this one so damn special? I guess that goes for a lot of the classics. Of course, I understand Lolita being a classic -- for me at least, there is something so beautiful about that book. I don't know. Maybe it's just the Poe references that make me like it so much.

Next on my list is Fast Food Nation. I've already read the first two chapters but then took a break to read a bunch of other things. I heard the author, Eric Schlosser speak at my local independent bookstore this summer. I think even if I wasn't vegan, after hearing him talk about all the filthiness in the slaughterhouses I'd never want to eat fast food again, or maybe even never eat any meat that went through the slaughterhouse.

After that one, I'm planning on finishing Julius Caesar and Leaves of Grass, and reading We Were the Mulvaneys, them, Blonde, Dreams of Terror and Death (H.P. Lovecraft), Beowulf, and Franny and Zooey. It's going to take me forever.

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