January 2010
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k so
remember my list from earlier?
I didn’t get anything done.
What DID I get done though?
1. I ate goldfish AND swedish fish
2. I got stoned
3. I bought a salad but forgot the dressing, and was too lazy to go back and get some.
4. K, I lied, I did get something done from my list earlier. I took a nap while attempting to read Kafka.
5. uhh where did my day go?
It really sucks that basically anything Will...
I mean, The Brothers Solomon?
Really?
COME ON!
also
lollololol
last night around 3:30, there a few people being REALLY REALLY loud in my hall. Now, I don’t really care about that shit because a. it goes away in a few minutes and b. i can usually fall asleep through it.
BUT a scene unraveled itself that was too funny for words. (i say that because i’m going to write it in words and people won’t find it nearly as funny as i do.)
...
I like making lists.
Here is my first list of the day.
This list goes over what I need to do today.
1. Do my laundry. The pile has almost reached the top of my closet, and my towels smell like nasty ass mold.
2. Do assloads of reading. I have 3 screenplays to read, a slave narrative, 2 short stories, and an autobiography to get done. YAYYY LIT MAJOR
3. Finish Hillary’s super secret present in preparation for...
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those goddamn bucket listers.
there are so many old people in my afro american lit class.
now, whatever, they have a right to an education too, more power to them for doing something with their retirement.
BUT SERIOUSLY SHUT THE FUCK UP
i have never been in a class with such rude individuals since about the third grade. for fucks sake, this is not a free for all. they sit there and talk and talk while the professor is...
waaaaaaahhh
I’m tired and feeling really lazy. So lazy that I don’t want to class. But goddammit shawna it’s like the first week back. DO NOT SKIP YOUR CLASS. You like this class
why would you skip it?
granted we’re only still working on frederick douglass and i won’t really learn anything new seeing as I did this same book last semester.
also who knows what kind of nerve...
You know that part in Pulp Fiction..
where Uma Thurman talks about how you know you’ve found someone special when you can be sitting there and just not talk, and it’s still not uncomfortable?
That could not be more accurate.
The Truth About College:
jesselerenard:
pourloveonthebrokenplaces:
obliteratedheart:
swinge:
College is a bunch of rooms where you sit for 2,000 hours or so and try to memorize things. The 2,000 hours are spread out over four years. You spend the rest of the time sleeping, partying, and trying to get dates. Basically, you learn two kinds of things in college: 1. Things you will need to...
I feel like crap all of a sudden
At least I don’t have classes to be in!
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So in my half sleep last night...
I was awoken, as per usual, by the cleaning people literally banging their fucking mop or whatever that fuck it is into my door. Since I was half asleep, my first reaction to make a poem about it…there was a lot more to it, but all I could remember was…
“Those thin walls, they crack and creak
Oh please, oh please, just let me sleep!”
…yeah just call me Edgar A....
