19.05.2006, 11:49 pm
I finally officially graduated from J. Sarge. ('graduated' = permitted to get the fuck out so I could enter UVA as a junior) I received my diploma in the mail today. Of course they delivered their final shoe up the ass because the diploma was bent down the middle...but I just want to take it and run with it. Jim said, "do you maybe want to ask for a new one?" I said, "You mean...call J. Sarge again? Go there? Try and make something happen? RE-ENTER THE LAIR? LOLOLOL!" Except that I actually did "lololol". Had to figure they had to fuck up the very last thing they ever did for me, right? I will take it and just fucking go.
Tomorrow I start moving my shit up to Charlottesville. I am very nervous. I still don't know how to get around the campus, or the city...which is basically the campus. I always find myself approaching people like "Where is the Observatory Hill Dining Hall?" "Oh, O-Hill? Make a left past Random Abbreviation and it's right across from Cutesy Nickname." Oh, ok...thanks... The parking deck is about creepy as fuck. God I hate parking decks. Seriously, I have nightmares about them. I refuse to park in any of them. I will ride a bike all the way from the airport, I don't even give a shit. I will ride my bike from Richmond. I will have to do metered parking or something and then walk. I called Parking and Transportation and they told me to get a commuter blue pass which apparently lasts for 12 weeks and is like $200 or something ridiculous. I said, "But I'm only taking three weeks of classes..." She said, "We don't make special allowances for summer session". I said well wtf, I guess I won't be getting a parking pass then, will I? What fucking sense does it make to pay for something you're only going to use 1/4 of? No thx.
Jim has been volunteering as a walking scorer for the Nationwide Tour. It's been at the Dominion Club since Thursday, and it will be here until Sunday. He gets there early and stays through the whole round, and beyond into the evening, so I've been pretty lonely on top of nervous. I've been blowing off my friends, I don't know why. Maybe because I'm avoiding saying goodbye or because I just want to curl up in the fetal position and suck my thumb. I turn off my cell phone and put on Dane Cook's older DVD to keep me company. Not the most comforting voice in a time of need, but it certainly stuns the silence...
Memoirs of a Geisha is a really good movie but I hate that they tried to make an Asian cultural concept so Western. Sayuri longs for the Chairman to become her danna, and the movie makes it seem like a "danna" is a Western style husband. It's not at all. The movie gives the impression that a danna/geisha relationship involves committment and love, among other things, when that's completely untrue. The Chairman is already married with children! A danna does not "marry" his geisha, he just gives her financial support. Like a wealthy benefactor to continue paying for her geisha training. A danna releases a geisha from the control of her okiya, but she is still a geisha. The danna would often have to continue making appointments just to see her. Other than that, which I thought was pretty ridiculous and kind of spoiled the sweetness of the ending, it was a good movie. I just saw it as almost pure fiction.
