Tonight I checked into the Edmont Hotel after the corniest cab ride I have ever been on in my entire life. Anyways, after getting up to my room I looked out the window and saw a distinguished-looking gentleman putting on women's fine clothing and prancing about in high-heels. And in the room right above them, there was a couple sitting across from each other squirting water out of their mouths at each other. After watching this I decided to call Faith Cavendish to meet up, because after all I am the biggest sex maniac that you will ever meet. She told me she couldn't stop over because she needed to "catch up on her beauty sleep," whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. But now that I think about it, sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never know where the hell you are. I keep making up these sex rules for myself, and then I break them right away. Last year I made a rule that I was going to quit horsing around with girls that, deep down, gave me a pain in the ass. I broke it though; the same week I made it - the same night, as a matter of fact. After contemplating my sexual knowledge, I decided that I wanted to call Phoebe. The only problem with that would be waking up my parents. So I moved on to my next mission for this awful night. I went down to the bar and tried to get a drink. All I wanted was one God damn drink but the bartender would only give me a Coke.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Edmont Hotel- Night 1
Tonight I checked into the Edmont Hotel after the corniest cab ride I have ever been on in my entire life. Anyways, after getting up to my room I looked out the window and saw a distinguished-looking gentleman putting on women's fine clothing and prancing about in high-heels. And in the room right above them, there was a couple sitting across from each other squirting water out of their mouths at each other. After watching this I decided to call Faith Cavendish to meet up, because after all I am the biggest sex maniac that you will ever meet. She told me she couldn't stop over because she needed to "catch up on her beauty sleep," whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. But now that I think about it, sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never know where the hell you are. I keep making up these sex rules for myself, and then I break them right away. Last year I made a rule that I was going to quit horsing around with girls that, deep down, gave me a pain in the ass. I broke it though; the same week I made it - the same night, as a matter of fact. After contemplating my sexual knowledge, I decided that I wanted to call Phoebe. The only problem with that would be waking up my parents. So I moved on to my next mission for this awful night. I went down to the bar and tried to get a drink. All I wanted was one God damn drink but the bartender would only give me a Coke.
Allie
Tonight I am supposed to be writing Stradlater's composition, but all I can think about is Allie's baseball mitt. He is my younger brother who died of leukemia a few years back. On the night he died I went in the garage and punched all of the windows out just for the hell of it. I would have punched out the car windows too but my hand was too beat up. To this day I still can't make a fist. His mitt and a messed up hand is all I have left of him. The mitt is a left-fielders mitt that Allie had written poems on in green ink. Allie wrote these poems so he had something to do out in the field. Allie was intelligent and good-natured and had red hair. It was the kind you could see from a mile away. He used to laugh so hard he'd fall off his chair. I loved Allie and when he died I went crazy.
Old Spencer
I decided to go see Mr. Spencer to say good bye instead of watching the football game against Saxton Hall. As soon as I got there I regretted going to see him. When I arrived there he was sitting reading the Atlantic Monthly and was surrounded by Vicks Nose Drops. After talking for a few minutes I decided to leave because I felt a lecture coming on. Then Mr. Spencer made me read my garbage History final exam essay and started questioning me about why I left Whooton School, Elkton Hills, and now Pencey. I really didn't feel like getting into the whole reason why I left Elkton Hills with Old Spencer, so I just told him it was complicated and a long story. I hoped that would be the end of him questioning me but he just had to bring up my god damn future and whether or not I felt any concern for it. After that I tried to get out of there. I told old Spencer not to worry about me and I was just going through a phase. Everybody goes through these phases, don't they?
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