7.7.2001
 
Driver's Ed... four hours of sitting over and done with for the rest of the summer! Last two hours spent watching Vertical Limit. Chris O'Donell, yes. Everything else, no. Even the beginning scene where the father dies ended up becoming a farce the way the director handled that scene. Not like I paid much attention; playing round after round of freecell with cards is far more amusing than giving the movie a MST3000 review.

Around 10:00pm dad asked sis and I if we wanted to go get ice cream. Sis said yes, I didn't. But, I went anyways. Spent the time at Borders looking through books and deciding what to buy with my $200. Found two small booklets in the art section I wanted to buy... but at $20 a piece I felt like being frugal. One was a collection and biography of Toulouse LaTrec's artwork, and the other was a small anthology of different crucifixion scenes made by Phaidon (the best art-book makers in my opinion). A bit disappointed with the later book since they didn't show exactly how graphic those paintings could get. But, with the undertone of christianity ever present in these American Roots (and about half of the world as well) they wouldn't demean their savior like such.

So, in the end I bought four items at a total of $40: A Brave New World, This Boy's World, Cry to Heaven, and an issue of XY. All containing heavy homosexual content... well, except ABNW. (which, by the way, is required reading for next year's english class) Funny thing about acquiring that XY mag... the section they placed it at is wedged between the Maxims and the Sports Illustrated -- if I were a bit more paranoid I'd say it was a ploy to disencourage people to buy magazines from the gay/lesbian section, but I'm not -- so you always feel uncomfortable with the looks people give you. This time, however, there were these two guys standing directly infront of that section, reading from an XY. At first, I just thought they were mocking it, but listening a bit to their converstation from the otherside of the magazine rack (where the art mags are located) they were seriously talking about the articles. Aww, how sweet. So, I walk casually over and say "excuse me" to get their attention. At first, they had a deer-in-the-headlights look but then I reached for an issue of XY (and one of Out News which I decided not to get). I smiled at their slightly surprised look and said "thank you" for moving aside as I walked down and out of the magazine section.

Later, the cashier lady gave me the universal one-eye-cocked look when she saw the XY I was buying. I gave her the so-what/who-cares/fuck-off/fuck-you look to counter, and she heaves a low sigh before she scans it (takes her 10 times before she quit and just typed in the serial number) and tells me the total cost.

Well, that was interesting. This month's issue of XY features a lot of stories and pictures about love which I have yet to read all... the ones I have read (including the one about Brad from American High and the idolization of Johan Paulik) are rather touching and really hit close to home.

On a musical note: listen to Fenix TX's "Tearjerker" and Nick Drake's "Pink Moon" now!.. oh yeah, and any ATeens song. But only in moderation!

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