Mom

6.8.02 INT. COBA 3:45pm DAY

mom has as­signed me to come up with three things that i like about ND. here they are: the ed­u­ca­tion, the fenc­ing team, the squir­rels. easy enough. i spent the whole damn day in­side in the base­ment of lafor­tune. it is a per­fect day for be­ing out in the sun. i am a child of the sun and woods. not a hip­pie, just natur[ally] in­clined. i am a tree­hug­ger in the sense that i en­joy the out­doors, not in the sense that i am a tree­hug­ging druid [eg gods­mack] or a tree­hug­ging en­vi­ron­men­tal­ist [eg mea­gan my friend from ore­gon]. i want­ed to put a foot­note on that last part but for some rea­son i can’t get it to work. (prob­a­bly be­cause i don’t know what i am do­ing).

i al­so ap­pro­pri­at­ed a coat that has been in the COBA cluster’s lost and found since there was snow on the ground here. i fig­ured the own­er isn’t com­ing back for it and my boss told me to take it. it has way too many pock­ets, and i es­ti­mate its orig­i­nal cost at some­where over $200 . the good thing is that it is made of gore-tex and has a down lin­er, so the weath­er will slip right off of my as if i were Tom Bombadil.

i’ve been crawl­ing around the in­ter­net un­der­ground look­ing at some goth sites. no mom i am not sa­tan­ic, just pro­fes­sion­al­ly in­ter­est­ed in sub­cul­tures. i some­times won­der why i didn’t end up goth though. per­haps be­cause the greasy­mul­let­ed met­al­heads at school were mis­tak­en­ly iden­ti­fied as “goth,” per­haps be­cause my moth­er would have been very ashamed of me, per­haps be­cause i ac­cept my dark side in­stead of be­com­ing it.

its more fun to be a child of the sun and woods any­way.

i talked about my mom alot to­day. she’s an ex­cel­lent par­ent. i raised her well.