Today, I had my German 101 final exam. It went well methinks. After the exam i thought i would walk down the street to the B&N to make a quick refund of the the book that was never delivered to me. When i got there, they told me I had never been charged because the book had never came in. Go me. Atleast that knowledge was gained. I went to the grocery store before i came home. Apprehended a variety of foods and drinks to survive. I noticed the woman in front of me in line was purchasing an assortment of green foods. Not green like lettuce, olives, green crayons. I mean the green foods that, in fact, taste not entirely different from green crayons at all. And i thought to myself:
If i had the money to buy these foods? Would I?
Where is the line between helping the community and not driving myself completely broke through buying frivelous differences drawn?
Maybe I would.
So i bought my food and came home.
Earlier I read a journal my girlfriend wrote in around 2002. I'm not sure why I did. Maybe the same reason people read these blogs. I wasn't much interested in what she had to say about her past loves. What i was interested in was her moments of teenage angst. Where she complained of her looks. She complained about other people. People she felt were not lesser than her, but people that seem to be the same as her:
Is this the new discrimination? Do we no longer hate those weaker or less desirable than ourselves? Do we hate who we are?
I think it's more complicated than that.
Well, not my problem, just thinking aloud.
But anyways, i didn't purposely go searching for this journal. If i did, don't you think i'd look for something alittle more recent. No, in fact, I was looking for a hard surface i could use to write on. It just so happens that it was this journal.
A very admirable journal at that. Beautifully written in. Lots of pictures, photos of people and magazine articles cut out. Sure wish i had something of this magnitude. But possibly journals are just an extension of our lives. What we experience everyday is in itself, a journal. Not written in words. But in the innate code we percieve it in.
In turn, we come home and transcribe these experiences in a journal.
So maybe not an extension.
Maybe a transcription.
Well in any case, i included a picture above. I wanted in below, but couldn't figure it out. Maybe one day i will. It's a pig that me and my girfriend found at the James River. Not sure if it's still there, but i am very proud of it nonetheless. Au revoir, Auf wiedersehen and good night.