I keep trying to write a journal entry detailing what my first week back in school was like, but it feels so uninspired. So, instead, here is a rambling collection of thoughts I have had during the past week.
1. My 19th-century Russian literature course is making me absolutely ache to take Russian language courses back up (yes, I took a year of Russian at My Previous Institution). I don't know if I can find the time at the moment, though, because...
2. My transcript is so terribly, deeply fucked. Without lube. In the bootyhole. As it were. So, you know, the next year or so will be really interesting. I will beg for the mercy of the Spanish department so that all of the classes I took for my major at My Previous Institution will not be in vain. Please, Sir, may I have some credit?
3. And, fuck, I never expected to miss the Previous Institution and its socially-inept devotion to academia. At the risk of sounding like a completely egomaniacal cunt (FTR, I am not completely so; I have some small measure of humility), I am way smarter than most of the people in my classes. Maybe it's that I'm probably at least three or four years their elder, but good Lord, I never heard so many people moan about Foucault. Man up, you lazy fuckers.
And, unrelated to school, I have been having some personal problems that keep getting more and more complex, but ever since a dude I broke up with in high school kicked a dog to death in anger afterward (true story), I have pretty much given up on the fantasy of ever having anything remotely resembling a normal relationship with the opposite sex. What can I say? Crazy sets my loins aflutter. (Please don't PM me asking about this. It's not really interesting. I have much better stories. Not all of them involve the death of poor, defenseless dachshunds ("Dachshund" is hard to spell.))
I am in the very beginning stages of planning a set that will be Epic and glorious. It'll have to wait until winter to be shot, which means I have months to accrue props. If you've felt like another Fluxatronix Production in the vein of Dune is long overdue, this will be a treat for you. In the meantime, enjoy my next set, which I hope will go up soon. It is very different. Classy, even. It features scotch and fancy underbritches. Coming soon to a monitor near you.
Anyway, all in all, even though school is good but lacking in some satisfaction and I am all discombobulated, I'm good. I love the struggle. But until the morn comes and brings me more delicious strife, I'm going to crawl into bed with a glass of wine (red, always) and watch an episode of Rome or two before I go to sleep (I'll get up and brush my teeth first, because I am Way Responsible, Especially About Things Like Dental Hygiene (I've never had a cavity, did you guys know that?)).
Night, kids.
1. My 19th-century Russian literature course is making me absolutely ache to take Russian language courses back up (yes, I took a year of Russian at My Previous Institution). I don't know if I can find the time at the moment, though, because...
2. My transcript is so terribly, deeply fucked. Without lube. In the bootyhole. As it were. So, you know, the next year or so will be really interesting. I will beg for the mercy of the Spanish department so that all of the classes I took for my major at My Previous Institution will not be in vain. Please, Sir, may I have some credit?
3. And, fuck, I never expected to miss the Previous Institution and its socially-inept devotion to academia. At the risk of sounding like a completely egomaniacal cunt (FTR, I am not completely so; I have some small measure of humility), I am way smarter than most of the people in my classes. Maybe it's that I'm probably at least three or four years their elder, but good Lord, I never heard so many people moan about Foucault. Man up, you lazy fuckers.
And, unrelated to school, I have been having some personal problems that keep getting more and more complex, but ever since a dude I broke up with in high school kicked a dog to death in anger afterward (true story), I have pretty much given up on the fantasy of ever having anything remotely resembling a normal relationship with the opposite sex. What can I say? Crazy sets my loins aflutter. (Please don't PM me asking about this. It's not really interesting. I have much better stories. Not all of them involve the death of poor, defenseless dachshunds ("Dachshund" is hard to spell.))
I am in the very beginning stages of planning a set that will be Epic and glorious. It'll have to wait until winter to be shot, which means I have months to accrue props. If you've felt like another Fluxatronix Production in the vein of Dune is long overdue, this will be a treat for you. In the meantime, enjoy my next set, which I hope will go up soon. It is very different. Classy, even. It features scotch and fancy underbritches. Coming soon to a monitor near you.
Anyway, all in all, even though school is good but lacking in some satisfaction and I am all discombobulated, I'm good. I love the struggle. But until the morn comes and brings me more delicious strife, I'm going to crawl into bed with a glass of wine (red, always) and watch an episode of Rome or two before I go to sleep (I'll get up and brush my teeth first, because I am Way Responsible, Especially About Things Like Dental Hygiene (I've never had a cavity, did you guys know that?)).
Night, kids.
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Maybe you ARE in med school, AND reading Foucault and learning Russian.
You are that smart.
I feel this way about the people i work with. they are both intellegent, but are both so closed minded that they refuse to learn anything that is relevant in a modern world. does that make sence? im not so sure it does, but you aren't alone in your feeling.