RAIN RAIN

Its been raining all day. I've been sitting in my room since I woke up, so miserable. I feel like a wastoid. James called me and he had the Sex Pistols blaring in the background and I was like that is so annoying I can't hear you and I think it offended him. Seriously, do not call me with music blaring behind you because I cannot understand what you are saying and I think that is annoying.

I shut my blinds because I don't want to think about the rain. I shut my door because I don't want to deal with my parents. Thankfully I am an only child. I couldn't imagine dealing with some shithead younger brother or sister on a day like today.

I listened to Patti Smith a lot today. She is great. Horses isn't the type of album I want to put out, if I put out an album I want it to be more decadent I mean, I think musically Siousxie and the Banshees are better but I like Patti Smith because she is real. Does that make sense? She is really androgynous and that is important. Like more so than a lot of people because she really nailed the late sixties, early seventies hippy beat poet dude look.

Besides school reading I started to finally read Kerouac "On the Road" today and it is kind of annoying. He definately isn't my favorite beat writer. I'm not sure who my favorite writer is? Truman Capote? Virginia Woolf? Gertrude Stein? Maybe. I'm not sure. It's wierd though, if one of the writers I like is assigned for a class I totally end up hating it. But if it is pleasure reading, I'll probably really enjoy it.

I still haven't shown anyone my hair. I'm nervous about tomorrow!!