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October 5, 1998."Just remember when you think you're free, - marilyn manson, "the speed of pain" Just got the new Marilyn Manson album from the Varsity. I like the conceit of this album better than the Lucifer pose of "Antichrist Superstar"...that there's a band called Omega and the Mechanical Animals who wrote half the songs, and that the rest are about the loneliness without Coma White (whatever that is). Kinda bizarre. But I like albums that force me to make up my own story to make sense of it. Like Bowie's "Outside" - an album that didn't get half the reputation it deserved.
But enough about that. Although it has felt like a typical run-over crap in the street Monday for hours at a time today, the day has been partially redeemed by my old residence. I guess my perma-lunch date with Cranly isn't as perma as I'd thought, 'cause he didn't show today. It was a particularly nippy afternoon, and I tagged along behind Comrade Jen into the Grad Pad to warm up. I ended up on this hour & a half conversation with some of the new frosh basement dwellers, talking about boy smell, lingerie, drugs, class, suit pants and more drugs. (I feel so under-experienced when in the room with a frosh who's done morphine and another girl who used to smoke opium.) These are the first frosh I've bonded with all year, and it felt good. As an added bonus, they act as agents...I tried to spy on Hunter via these ANT100 students, but neither of them have him as a TA. Rats. I should note, however, that I spoke to frosh at Fung today as I was brown-bagging it (well, white bagging it, actually). I just couldn't resist when the little frosh guy beside me started talking about the Garden last Saturday. Apparently there was a guy there in a cape & hot pants who caught everyone's attention...I just talked to Stacy, and she mentioned him, too. The things I miss when I'm sulking about leather queens in my room...
After a very social tea, I went shopping with Comrade Jen for "the best symphony dress ever." (I love my metro pass!! The world is my oyster!) She & Cranly are in a competition to see who will look the best on their symphony dates. This is the first time I've ever been shopping with Jen, and I'm told that it's also the first time she hasn't ended a shopping expedition in tears. It was an utterly glam outing...first we went to Brava to check out the world of vintage & succumb to our mutual longing for suits, sweaters & cords. (We have a similar desire to dress in suited drag, although money keeps us from fully reaching this goal.) But the evening turned truly glam when we entered the retail world once more, and secured a rather smashing dress, not to mention little perfect accessories. I can't tell you more (industrial secrets; can't leak to Cranly), but I quite enjoyed the experience as a whole. I really like Jen, and I've never gone out of res doors with her. It was the full range of urban style...practical in one store & dizzily effervescent in the next. I'd say that it was my girlhood dreams come true, but I never drempt about girlfriends as a child - I never thought that they would get any better than the prissy little brats down the block. Now I know that girls aren't the enemy. Mike Harris is (little grim Ontario humour for you). Slowly but surely, I'm getting in touch with my "girlfriend" side. Kind of a wild ride. I recommend it to both sexes, tho'...nothing like the giddy pleasure of a snappy expensive outfit bought on the spur of the moment. I only wish I had a similar excuse...can't buy a dress just for fun, nope nope nope.
Well, I should get off the pc now. We're going dancing tonight, and it's another massive social butterfly work in progress. If everybody who promised shows up, we'll need a table for...well, one hell of a lot, I'll say that much.
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