Apr 07 98
Today I arrived at college late, and found out that my General Mechanics class was having a test. Since I knew absolutely nothing from that class, I decided to simply skip that. Yeah, I didn't do the test, and I'm gonna flunk it. It's OK, actually, because I'm going to quit college anyway. Tomorrow I have two tests. I think I'm going to do the Calculus test just because of Ary, the Calculus teacher. I think he's gonna be sad if I don't do it. I'm definetely not doing the Physics test.
So, to kill the time until next class, I decided to catch a bus downtown and check if the comics I buy had arrived. At the bus stop I met Marcello (or better, he met me). Marcello is a friend of mine who studied at college with me. He quit college at the beginning of the year, to study for the college tests too and apply to Medicine at the end of the year. He decided to come and visit us at college. It was pretty nice to meet him, we talked quite a bit.
Half an hour later I caught the bus, and half an hour afterwards I arrived downtown. And, since I have nothing in my head, I spent more money than I was supposed to and now I have only $9.00 left to survive for the next eight days. What means I have money to catch the bus back home, but don't have money to have lunch.
But it's worth it! I bought "Preacher" and the last number of "Stardust". Preacher, as usual, was the five minute joyride. I expect some plot turnovers, now, since it ended up with Jesse dying. He's probably going to heaven and will meet God, or Genesis, or something.
Stardust was a simphony. This was the last of the four issues of the series, written by Neil Gaiman with illustrations by Charles Vess. It has a beautiful story, about a boy who goes to Faerie to catch a falling star to prove his love to the girl he loves. Only that there are other people after the fallen star, who turns out to be a person, but a star nonetheless. During the jorney he discovers his true love is the star, acquiring thus his Heart Desire, a boon given to his father and his firstborn son by a magician.
It ended up with a mega-happy-ending, followed by a pretty melancholy epilogue. VERY good. I felt the same thing I felt when I read the last Sandman story, a wish that it would not end, that such a story should never end. A sadness that I'll never had anything new from it to read anymore.
I've spent the last nights struggling to move the lists I subscribe to from my e-mail address at college to the one I'll use at home. I guess there's just no reason why to keep using it, if I'll get out of it in less than a month. It took quite a bit of work to move diary-l to obvious@altavista.net . I think I've successfully moved wraith-l, too, but I'm still to be sure of it.
People seem to think that having a ten-line signature is too much, mainly if it has a Carmina Burana quote. I wonder why.
