2004-03-09 - 12:13 p.m.
dear diary,
i finally made the connection in class tonight. his name is nathan. his name is erik. we're the only smokers. we're the only indie kids. we're the only sarcastic fuckers. i feel like i made friends for the first time in three years since i've been here.
erik likes the faint. nathan likes neutral milk hotel. erik writes stories about boxes of chapstick. nathan writes prose about vaginas. both of them encouraged me to turn in my porn story.
nathan suggested to one girl that she add "aliens or zombies possibly" at the end of her short story about a man taking money from a car wreck and walking away. erik accused the gothic kid of writing "homoerotic literature." i trashed a ray carver story, citing trite endings and bullshit metaphors.
we ruled the school. i haven't found anyone on my intellectual or humor level in school yet, and i've finally got me some chums. erik read from war and peace. i quoted banana yoshimoto. nathan told us we were pompous. i volunteered him to stand in front of the class and read.
now if only the tough looking pepsi lesbian would lower her armor and let me in. i think we could really hit it off if she'd stop using the word "banale" like it's the word of the day. i told her it was "plebian." she liked it. i liked it.
hot fucking damn, i finally have a piece of what i've been searching for.
cold stairwells with smokers and peacoats and the faint.
nice cologne and pinches and using words like "sport" and "champ" and "guy" and not getting my ass kicked.
racing chairs down hallways and calling each other half assers.
jumping up to draw a line on the chalkboard.
being told it's the cutest thing anyone has ever seen.
and the saddest.
i finally have some GD friends!