Texting REALLY REALLY annoys me.
I'm slightly pissed right now at the disrespect. We had a speaker at my college tonight whom has interviewed everyone from Bjork to Iggy Pop to Sir Paul McCartney to Patti Smith. And what the guy next to me doing the WHOLE TIME she was talking? TEXTING!
Seriously? Talk about fucking disrespect. I mean on top of the little button clicking sound being distracting and the occasional vibration sound I was also distracted by the fucking urge to rip the cell phone out of his hands and either 1) smash it on his head 2)imbed it somewhere near the depths of an odorous body part of mine or 3)lecture him about being respectful.
Jeeze! This is a guy that keeps sitting alone because he doesn't know anybody and I invited him to sit near my friends and I even thought he might be kind of cool. But now I just want to um...to....punch him in the nuggets or something! Really, turn the cell phone off or put it on silent and IGNORE IT! It's possible. If you're that bored just politely fall asleep or something or go googly eyed in to space. The "I'm not texting, there is just something really interesting going on in the area near my genitals" is so NOT convincing and freaking annoying.
Ack!

It was a cool speech and I wish the speaker had talked longer even. Talk about a cool person. She even had a cool play list during the talk and was all for audience participation. She also touched upon feminism and the way that pop history has been looked at and written about primarily from the male perspective (but then she was like "Where would the Beatles be without their screaming fan girls?"), her journey as a mother, her journey through journalism, the influence of music on life. Again, pretty cool. I want to read her book.

I think I might go back outside now. After the speech I took a short run over the wet streets of campus, embracing the night, the air and my legs on pavement. It gave me a taste of what I might have been, what I love to be and I want to go out there and be it. I haven't been outside enough just being lately, too locked up in tasks and doors. I don't do confinement well.

But before I go: How has it been so long since the towers fell already? This will always be a tragic number to me. At the Odd/Even dodgeball game last year they were cheering for the winning score 9-11, my and my sister class's graduating year. But it took me almost two weeks to understand what they were talking about. I thought of the Twin Towers, not college. It's funny how big a thing it was then but now...it's like those tragedies, like Hurricane Katrina even...the effects are still around, people are alive from it still. It isn't ancient history but a still present past. Can you ever forget where you were that day? I won't.
I was glad that the movie Julie & Julia touched upon it as it was Julie's job to deal with the people that were still having problems. It hasn't even been ten years yet. But at the same time...it's already been five? It's nearly ten? Where has time gone?

I'm out.
Peace.
~Lo