I've been having trouble with my internet connection since December 23rd. Obviously, I'm not on my computer at the moment.
[Note to people who might be on my friends list and decide to read this: I just finished writing this entry, and I think a caveat is in order. I do nothing but bitch and moan and whine and complain and mope in this entry. You can read on if you desire, but I wouldn't reccommend it. Instead, go here and order a bunch of 'zines. You will enjoy. This, you will not. Why am I talking like Yoda?]
Hmmmm. I'm filled with apathy and cyncism. Nothing new there! My mom tells me that when I was 3 or 4 years old, I would sit on my bed and cry and say that I hate myself. I also hated the sound of my voice, and I wouldn't talk, and I was convinced that I would grow up to be a bag lady.
Every semester, I get at least one class taught by a TA/grad student. It's frustrating because my parents pay good money to put me through school, and what do I get? An inarticulate kid who can't teach and takes long pauses because s/he can't find her/his place in the notes she copied while reading the text book s/he assigned. It's frustrating. Admittedly, my parents pay less than the majority. It's about $5,000 a semester. I'll probably drop out if my awards aren't renewed next semester.
I watched the Superbowl last night. Warren Sapp is a UM alumni. He sweats a lot and is decidedly stupid. The University of Miami focuses on athletic excellence, not academic excellence. I chose whichever school gave me the most money because my parents can't afford to send two kids to four year colleges.
There's a little voice in my head telling me to "quitcherwhining." It's not a schizophrenic voice. I haven't heard voices in six years, when the doctors were overmedicating me.
I always feel guilty complaining. I'll stop now.
[Note to people who might be on my friends list and decide to read this: I just finished writing this entry, and I think a caveat is in order. I do nothing but bitch and moan and whine and complain and mope in this entry. You can read on if you desire, but I wouldn't reccommend it. Instead, go here and order a bunch of 'zines. You will enjoy. This, you will not. Why am I talking like Yoda?]
Hmmmm. I'm filled with apathy and cyncism. Nothing new there! My mom tells me that when I was 3 or 4 years old, I would sit on my bed and cry and say that I hate myself. I also hated the sound of my voice, and I wouldn't talk, and I was convinced that I would grow up to be a bag lady.
Every semester, I get at least one class taught by a TA/grad student. It's frustrating because my parents pay good money to put me through school, and what do I get? An inarticulate kid who can't teach and takes long pauses because s/he can't find her/his place in the notes she copied while reading the text book s/he assigned. It's frustrating. Admittedly, my parents pay less than the majority. It's about $5,000 a semester. I'll probably drop out if my awards aren't renewed next semester.
I watched the Superbowl last night. Warren Sapp is a UM alumni. He sweats a lot and is decidedly stupid. The University of Miami focuses on athletic excellence, not academic excellence. I chose whichever school gave me the most money because my parents can't afford to send two kids to four year colleges.
There's a little voice in my head telling me to "quitcherwhining." It's not a schizophrenic voice. I haven't heard voices in six years, when the doctors were overmedicating me.
I always feel guilty complaining. I'll stop now.
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kid_607_evil_ins:
A journal is the traditional location to vent. There is no shame in whining...as long as it is done in an articulate fashion 

godzuki:
Dirty 3 are one of the most amazing live shows i've ever seen (of course, they were all in the throes of a massive heroin addiction, but who's to criticize?
) I saw them a couple times in little clubs when their first CD came out, and have the first 2 albums. Catch them if you can!
