Email: Ouijum@yahoo.com Note: None of this stuff is ever spellchecked or proofread. I'm sorry.
09.17.05: Cameo
05.15.04: An abrupt end
05.12.04: I cannot buy presents
05.05.04: Gotta get my learn on
05.03.04: I guess I'm in kind of a bitter mood
Also, I'd have a The Cure diaryring up here, but the one that I belong to takes up a whole lot of space, space I don't really want to use. Did this make sense?
04.29.04
6:28 PM
Many apologies, I realize it's been a few. Unforunately, that's not because tons of stuff has been going on, but rather because I've been entirely preoccupied with, to be frank, videogames and shitty TV. I felt an urge to update, though, due to deteroration in the Felix arena. I detailed to you before how much the kid sucks, but he's actually gotten suckier. Yesterday he gave a presentation to the AP class, and one of the things he talked about (for around 10 minutes, blech) was existential literature (I would have said, "existentialist," but I checked on dictionary.com and both are right. Mine sounds better though, you bastard.). He talked about Nietzsche (whose name he pronounced, "Nits-jee") and Sartre* ("Sartey"), as well as Simone de Beavoir (he mispronounced her name too, but to be fair I wasn't sure on that. However, he thought that she was a man. Simone. Not a man's name, buddy.). On his timeline he had 1947, when he said that "Sartey" published the existential book The Plague. Now, when I'm not being a huge film snob or people snob, I tend to dabble in the area of literary snob. Because of that, I've read The Plague, but the one I read was by Albert Camus. I ruminated on this during his presentation (because Lord knows I wasn't going to pay attention) and raised my hand when he asked for questions. I tore the little motherfucker up, or at least as much as I could. Granted, this was a very small, easily made mistake, and granted I had two late assignments yesterday for that class, but the fact is that in my own petty way, I pointed out to the entire class that I'm more literate than Felix (or, as he is for no reason I can tell called, Fe-Nig).
I left the class feeling a little bit more clever than I had an hour before and went to Algebra, which has become a little bit less tortuous of late because I've been talking to one Laura Gibson, who's tall and has a really pretty smile and has, to be honest, forced me to develop a bit of a crush on her. I sit down and, Bam! in comes Fe-Nig. Apparently he's doing some field trip tomorrow, so he had to come in and make up math class with me (the only upshot of this was that he wasn't in AP today, which = Rah!). I did my best to ignore the guy, but he was sitting right in front of me and once Mr. Davis gave us time to work on homework and Laura and I started talking about nothing in particular, the little motherfucker started butting into our conversation. Normally I wouldn't mind, except that he didn't add anything, did it repeatedly, and is also very lame. The first time he did I ignored him 100%, which earned a smile from Miss Gibson, but it eventually became impossible. It reached an explosive state once Laura leaned over to me, pointed to a girl across the room and asked if I thought her attractive. I started explaining that she's pretty but not attractive (because she has no body, but I didn't want to say to Laura, a rather delicate algebraic creature, "She's pretty but needs some tits."), and then fucking Fe-Nig turned around and started going into it too! She asked me about someone else. I said, "Nah, not really." and Fe-Nig started explaining that he thought she was attractive, "Sometimes." This went on for the rest of the class, when I ended up having to bolt lest I strangle the guy.
He infuriates me, I'm afraid, but I think I've figured out why. See, he thinks, for whatever reason, that he's extremely mature. Like he's very smart, cool and has important stuff to say. This is why he's always raising his hand to say nothing in particular in AP Euro. This is why he feels a need to chime in when Laura Gibson, divine being that she is, begins explaining to me that she thinks, "The only unnatural kind of sex is no sex at all." This is why he wears fucking hemp bracelets, a Dave Matthews Band T-Shirt, and acquires the most hilariously silly face ever when he plays the bongoes. Maybe it's because he dates a senior, I don't know. But the bottom line is that with the recent demotion of Jack, Fe-Nig has now become an official Arch-Enemy, and will thus be referred to, as often as it feels natural, as "Arch-Fiend Felix." Please note this accordingly.
*Heh heh heh, I originally had this as "Sarte," but our good friend Jennie McCabe (who I don't ever see or talk to that much but still gets a kick out of my diary) corrected me. I guess I shouldn't present myself as so much better as Fe-Nig after all. We've all learned a lesson, haven't we? Yes we have. Felix sucks, no matter how bad my spelling is.