Consummated Randomness

Not yet a week!

Dear Consummated Randomness readers,
I am trying ever so diligently to write more often on my blog. See...this time it has only been five days since my last post. Most of that time was spent in Jacksonville witnessing (even if only subconsciously) the schism of my family. I am afraid that my father is building walls and fortifying his estrangement from his children...all because we happen to find happiness in members of the same sex. Anyways, I do not care to dwell on this at the time because it is seriously a subject that really grates my soul.

So onto a more humorous event which occured while I was in Jax--the annual Library charity book sale. OH WOW, WHAT A BLAST! First off I should describe the smells...mmmm moth balls, moth balls everywhere...lingering in the books, in the warehouse that housed the sale, and in the patrons of the sale, you know, the wrinkly, white-haired type. (I should not jest about the elderly- I might become one some day.) I think there was also a faint urine smell, but that could be due to the fact that the warehouse is also the home of the annual "let's bring our cows to the fair" exhibit. I can not tell you how many books they had shoved into boxes on folding tables, but I can tell you that they had most of the warehouse lined with the rows of non-fiction, fiction, audio, etc. and that there were probably about 400 people rummaging through the cardboard treasure chests and standing in line waiting to exchange money for their new-found treasures. I myself had to come off of a 20 dollar bill because I found ten extraordinary artifacts. Well, maybe more like 8 extraordinary ones and an Al Franken book and a Patriotic Cookbook! Bear with me while I give a short description of the awesomeness I came to own on that lovely Friday, March morning. Foremost coolest would have to be a textbook published in 1976 titled "The Meaning of Communism" with a black cover containing a red sickle and hammer. It is just ripe with anti-commie propaganda. My mother was not so amused by this finding and even less amused by my amusement of it. She scolded me for what she perceived as an ignorant understanding or lack of any understanding of the times where "they taught us children in school to duck for cover in hopes of saving our lives from Russian bombs." After that I just silently rejoiced over my discovery. As for the other extraordinary finds, they were all non-fiction and either political, sociological, or psychological reads. Some gender study stuff and masculinity crisis stuff and teenage sexual angst stuff and gay rights stuff and female president type political stuff. (Wow, the level of diction in that last sentence is far below most of my regular writing...probably because I'm tired and I'm just rambling on now)

After that trip I just came back to Gville and unpacked and then spent the afternoon with my Shrezzie. I think he was a bit happy to see me...and I, him. As for the rest of the weekend: I spent it wasting away and getting wasted and not doing any school work whatsoever except for that poem I wrote for class that is highly political and not very good as far as poetry goes, but oh well. I also tried to make life with Danny (my chihuahua) a little more bearable by buying him another, different brand of dog food. Hopefully this bag will do the trick, he already likes it more than the last kind and his scratching has seemed to subside a little. Hopefully I've finally found the food that does not irritate his skin.

Okay well I'm just rambling now and I have to get to bed because I have to return to the real world of college-life tomorrow and by that I mean showing up for work at my stupid, meaningless part-time job that doesn't pay worth shit because this is a college town and they can get away with paying us low-ass wages. (My sister, at her first job--Target--is making more fucking money per hour than me!)

GOODNIGHT

posted by RPF @ 9:46 PM