The Joel Train

now im all for pornography. but there's this guy that comes into the media center, "mr softcore". he cant be more than 20, but already theres kind of a sleazy skittish vibe to him.

so he comes in and picks through the movies with naughty covers. we have private viewing rooms, and this guy always get one. last week his choice was a bad 70's movie called "the libertine." I dont even know why the library owns it. The movie is about this young house wife who finds her husbands swinger pad, after he croaks. The acting is horrible, and the dialouge is two dimensional and predictable...not that i've seen it. ha ha.

i think next time im going to ask him what his major is. i bet its computer science.

i dont know if i told you. that creative writing class that i'm in, the one i wrote the poem for, has turned into a real nightmare. i thought it would be a cuddly place where we as budding writers could bare the soft underbelly of our souls. I think our professor was counting on that. thats the place where he plans to jab us with criticism and all around meanness.

anywho, im off to class