9/28/11

Toured of Bret Easton Ellis' apartment in the village again. He had expensive tiny books with prices listed lying about. I think I'm with Monica, showing her about. The door to his bedroom is open--his bed is unmade. So much of the decor is white. He doesn't talk to us.  We wondered in and he retreats to his room.   I'm here partly because I'm writing poetic prose based on poetry I read-expanding on a visit to his friend's house.  A spector who answers the door unnoticed and goes back to his room as we look at the ordinary objects and little books. His spanish girlfriend and her daughters show up. She wears a red dress. We whispering discuss his sexuality since I thought he preferred men.  We're obviously keeping them from an outing. We don't hurry. She goes in to talk to him and comes out with a large piece of cardboard. There's really nothing to look at it's all so ordinary so it's more like spying. I'm late for class and my teacher calls me.

9/27/11

I was wearing my white bob wig and ran into a professor who didn't recognize me thinking I was someone else.  I said hello and answered that I was fine. I was leaving deciding to ignore that fact that she didn't seem to know me since that would be too time consuming. Then she mentioned, taking my hands, that I was forgetting their prayer (a prayer like a secret handshake!) I snatched them away and said I didn't pray and was a protestant. Since she was looking a bit shocked at her friend suddenly being so different I admitted that I didn't think she knew who I was.