2004-09-24 - 1:14 p.m.

Last week on the bus, the guy sitting in front of me got into a very heated argument with his reflection. He was winning when I got off at my stop, which was good. Otherwise I would have worried about him.

My dad kept his button box, but he has stopped playing accordion because his arthritis is getting worse and he doesn't have much time to keep it up anyway. It seems wrong that he not be playing. When he came up to visit earlier this week, he left his two accordions with me. I have two accordions. They're heavy so I'm having to bulk up so I can play them. I was getting really wimpy.

One of my guys at Holy Cross, Edgar, keeps wearing gang colors even though he's not in any gang. His dad's a stupid dickhead and Edgar goes back and forth because of that. He can't seem to decide if he wants to get out of the life he's in, or completely wallow in it. So he takes two steps forward, one step back, two steps forward, three steps back. I don't know what to do with him right now. I just try to tell him the truth.

Another of my guys has a crush on a girl who is playing hot and cold on him. She says he should find someone else to date. I asked him if he wanted good advice or bad advice. He said, whatever sounds nicer. I said, okay, bad advice then. He laughed. I told him what games to play to get her to go out with him, but then told him it would end badly because their entire relationship would be predicated on a lie. He believed me. And he's not much for lying anyway.

Michael and I are trying to figure out what to do next year. We don't know. it's frustrating. A bit. It'll be okay.

Dad and I ate at this really great mexican restaurant around the corner from my house three times this week during his visit. Then, when we would walk by, they would wave at us.

I keep having dreams about there being more and more volunteers at our house. I think I'm not meant for large community living. I think I'm meant for small community living.

Michael is really, really cute.

I had my first Chicago-style hotdog this week. It had tomatoes, onions, lettuce, relish, and a pickle spear on it. It was surprisingly good.

Also surprisingly good is the movie Blue Crush. I had heard that, but I was still surprised at how good it is.

The zine is almost done. It's so close I can taste it. But then the pages get all soggy and I have to start over. I think we'll be printing on Tuesday. Still waiting for the go-ahead from 8th Day where we'll be printing.

I'm almost as tall as my dad now. I wonder if it's because he's shrinking or I'm growing or my boots or his moccasins, or a combination of the four. I'm going to measure myself again soon. I'm not sure how I feel about being average height as opposed to short.

I'm going to be deaf on Saturday. i'll let you know how that turns out.

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