Wiled away the afternoon reading Kafka's Diaries. Feel infinately for Kafka, find him fascinating, can empathize completely.
Cleaned pool at father's command, a task so mindless and vaguely frustrating that it left me unfulfilled and yearning, even, to take a shower...
Grad Nite an utter disaster, only one entertaining moment, the rest repellant, friends boring and uninteresting, found Linsey in the gift shop and was alarmingly moved by her arrival, her long brown hair tumbling around her thin shoulders and eyes veiled with fatigue, Elaine's face alive with glitter and a coy but somehow disturbed smile, found Greg's teasing and obsession with Tina irritating to the extreme, hated, again, Melissa and Tia's ability to ignore me and the resurgence of childish attitudes and ideas.
Cannot wait to finish high school. Find it heartening that I will never see most of them again.
Take a breath and it whines like a sigh through my nose, slightly cold and stagnant. I love reading Kafka aloud - it was the way he meant it to be, anyway - it seems to heighten the meaning when the words can be given new voice. My father's voice from the other room is low and the sounds blend into a single but fragmented note.
Not a single call the entire weekend. Everyone is probably sleeping off Grad Nite. My father asks me again to burn his CD. I agree, though I know that I have no intention of doing so.