Vincent Van Gogh
12/04/2003 05:09 a.m.
I saw my college adviser yesterday at school. He was an older squat man with a receding hairline and a full mustache that made a smile creep at the corners of my thin-lipped mouth. He must have been an aquarius, we're usually overweight and have zany senses of humor. I asked him, "So how do we do this?" because I had never been advised in any of my college career. He spat back, with a lisp that nearly went undetected, "Well first I'm going to do a handstand, and then your gonna pull one of these..." and he held his arms up in the air as if he were spotting a gymnast. I felt right at home. I sat down and removed my coat, laying it in the chair beside me and began digging for my papers. I laid them on his cluttered desk and noticed his mousepad. The design was facing me, which i found to be most unusual. I pushed aside the mouse and a few scattered papers and commented on his taste. It was Van Gogh's 'Starry Night'. I assumed he must be cultured. I told him of my travels as he searched for my records clumsily. In particular, I told him of my trip to Amsterdam and my visit to the Van Gogh museum. He stopped fumbling around his desk and stared blankly at me. For a moment, I thought he'd lost his mind. Maybe he forgot where he was, forgot who i was, forgot what he was doing and why he was there. I paused. He continued staring, so I resumed my story. I told him that in Holland, they pronounce his name Van Goff and that I saw many of his beautiful paintings that day at the museum, my twin brother for company. He stared a bit longer, and as if to 'top' me, he said, "Yeah, I have twins." And I could tell he thought he'd somehow won this game i was unaware of. "Really? That's so interesting, what are their names?" He thought long and hard...a confused, defeated look growing on his Danny DeVito-esque face. "John and Martha." Ha, he'd won again. "John and Martha," I thought, "John and Martha." What a strange man to make up something so innane. If I were him, I'd have lied and said I'd been to Amsterdam twice, or that I, myself had and IDENTICAL twin, or that I was taller, but he was weird and short and I liked him.
I am currently Nostalgic
I am listening to a baby monitor with a baby that doesnt belong to me on it