It was so motherfucking cold outside earlier today. I'd been taking baths on the regular, salding hot baths, to try to banish the cold from my bones. Today I sat in the bath tub for a good forty minutes, just trying to feel warm. And then the sun came out, and all of Seattle looked like it had been blessed by god, and it was suddenly warm. Now I'm hot.
I've been trying to see and catch up with numerous friends, and it always feels weird regurgitating the epiphanies I've already shared with the world on my blog. A part of me just wants to tell my friends to go and read what I've written, if they really want a window into my soul, but I suppose that's a bit of a laborious task, and blogs are always more fun to read as a day-by-day thing rather than trying to digest it all as some kind of choppy memoir.
I'm totally overwhelmed about starting classes at UW, my first quarter ever there. It's just such a goddamn enormous school. Today I walked around the campus with my friend Tristan and we stopped in a bunch of different lecture halls because Tristan had to meet with all of these different professors, and I was struck by the enormity of it all. Mostly, though, I was bored.
I Went on a bizzare errand with Tristan to pick up 8mm 70's porno that he needed for an art project. Tristan didn't want to go alone to pick up the porn because he was concerned that he might get raped and / or chopped up into tiny pieces from the man with the porno. But the man who opened the door to give us the porno was totally harmless. He was about 45 year old wearing huge bifocals and short shorts. He was also barefoot.
I am now sitting on someone else's bed, in someone else's house, watching the Obama speech half-assedly, checking a bunch of other things out at the same time, paying attention to nothing and everything. Obama is so eloquent, but his voice is just droning on and on and it's making me want to fall asleep..
ALSO! Today Tristan and I checked out Calvary church for shits and giggles. I've always wondered what was in that massive building on Roosevelt, and I didn't realize it was a mega church. Let me tell you; it was weird. The guy who led us around was a twenty four year old youth pastor. He had a self-concious haircut with wind-swept bangs. We walked all around the building with him as he talked to us about Christianity and asked us awkward questions about our faith. We didn't tell him we were Jewish. Oh yeah, and the twenty four year old youth pastor was married.
Inside the church was a nursery, a choir room, an auditorium, a teen area (with a stage and band equipment), a chapel, a reception, a lobby...it was truly an endless labyrinth of rooms. So much money! So much effort to prove to Jesus that you dig him! You'd think a simple cross would do.
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