Diary of an up and coming sociopath

I began reading “Diary” last night, and it’s actually really good. I was beginning to wonder if Chuck Palahniuk was really that great, I mean, Fight Club was an okay book eclipsed by the film, Lullaby was okay, Choke, Survivor and Invisible Monsters were all good but by no means the best books I’ve read, the jury was still out in a way. Diary, however, has confirmed it. I read a couple of pages and after a brief sense of disorientation with the story things crystalised and I’m totally in on the premise now. It’s a really light read after the previous chunk of books I’ve been hacking through though. Almost like MTV-generation literature, all short sentences and limited vocabulary.

Today I followed Nikki into town in search of the Matrix graphic novel. Amazon are disappointingly tardy with the dispatchment of it despite my pre-ordering so I cancelled it and by god, I’m going to find a copy on the shelves. Nikki was going in to town with plans of having Coffee with Rachel, and when we got to Starbucks I was invited to hang around too. I’m not a coffee person, but Starbucks was warm and comforting, the chance for impromptu studenty coffee-shop conversation just screamed out for me to partake, and of course, the chance to find out what kind of things the girls really talk about on their frequent clandestine coffee-house meetings. We ended up talking abour urination. At least, they did, I was unable to contribute, for as a male my urinary practices are both trouble-free and uninteresting, but between that and Love Actually, I still like to think I made the right choice to hang around. Rachel bestowed upon me a serviette from Oriel, branded with the logo, which I now have placed with my St. John’s placemat. She did try to appropriate me a plate but unfortunately for the James Hunt Exclusive Collection clearer minds prevailed. The fight for the freedom of dinnerware continues, though. In Starbucks, Nikki got me some more coffee beans for the pot, which now contains almost 25 beans. We have some way to go, I admit.

So, what else does my day consist of, besides females showering me with gifts? Well, not a lot. A sense of persecution did descend upon me today, because Ian, Tom, Nikki and Rachel have all had their hairs cut and/or restyled. I remain hirsutely static, such as long hair is. I believe, for once (*cough*) I’ll go against the trend and not be peer-pressured into needless restyling. I mean, what could I do? Starch it up into a mohawk, perhaps? There’s just no practical change I want to make.

Nikki bought 3CR tickets for us all today, because I’m still chipping away at a hefty credit card bill. Today was, of course, Buy Nothing Day, a holiday so upsetting to my personal ethics that I specifically unobserved it and bought stuff. I’m glad to see that most of you didn’t hear of and thus didn’t observe this evil and most pointless day. Go buy stuff. SPEND YOUR HARD EARNED MONIES! No sass off you this time, please Mike. Consider it a religious difference. I think the biggest problem with “Buy Nothing Day” is that it somehow assumes that every day we go and buy something. This is not usually the case for me, I dunno about anyone else but as a poor and impverised student I spend most of my time attempting to avoid buying things…

Which reminds me, christmas is coming, time to pick out the DVDs I want family buying me. Capitalism ex caerimonia, if you’ll excuse the hastily cobbled together pseudolatin. There’s this Hulk Box Set in Sanity. I know I shouldn’t want it, but god damn…it has some really cool art prints from the comic and an extra disc. I admit I was kind of sucked in by the term “Limited Edition” but having actually SEEN what you get I couldn’t care less, it’s just classic comic art and it’s fucking cool, limited edition or not. And since I won’t be the one paying, I figure, what the hell, maybe I’ll ask for it. Maybe I’ll get something better instead though, I mean, an entire series of Futurama costs about the same…

Well,anyway, enough rampant greed. I guess I should go to bed in preparation for revision tomorrow. Actual revision this time, I mean.