after dozing for a few hours, i get the urge to put my day on the internet
"It's five-o-fucking AM(!) I've actually the willpower to make myself get up, but christ god today MUST the last of this hellhole shit college has spiraled into (degraded itself to) why are these teachers such fucking bitches? why is education conducted with such meaningless paramiters(sp?) that rigidly judge the worth of someone's MIND, when really, truly, the suject material is SO elementary and useless that the apparent complications are just elongated dyslexia, SO subjective that the class's colective ideas haven't put me one point closer to the nietzschean superiority/enlightenment that should, i could argue well, be the point of learning at all." then i shower, feel very cold and sick, and write a terribly hurried paper on art history. have some wine. go to english class. discover i've gotten a D, a 6 out of 10, on my Wit essay. Something has fucked up in this universe- since i had previously explained the entire play to my friend and subsequently the class, whom all got higher grades. I may have slacked a little on the thing, but my teacher's comments aren't legible. that's being quite acedemically rude- criticizms that hold power over me but she didn't even care to make her terrible handwriting so's i could read it.
"Thanks to god for Session beer. Amazing how much better i feel. second drink of the day before noon? shame, but it helps with this anger, right? and it's been so hard since i stopped smoking weed. this is better, i feel like my cynical, scorpio, songwriting, old self since i quit greens. just trying to keep off other shit it the trouble= god then must bless my choice of beer as a crutch. (i'd like to cut off all my hair) (i'd like to learn hapkido)" then i sleep after listening to manko parts of SG radio, oh the number 23, and now hours later i'm going to look at clothes online and then sleep. I promise, usually i'm a damn g.i. about life, mostly lesbian and concerned with anarchy. Today, being marilyn monroe, lying in bed with chocolate and pissing in the sink, will have to be an adequate "fuck you" to the man.
"It's five-o-fucking AM(!) I've actually the willpower to make myself get up, but christ god today MUST the last of this hellhole shit college has spiraled into (degraded itself to) why are these teachers such fucking bitches? why is education conducted with such meaningless paramiters(sp?) that rigidly judge the worth of someone's MIND, when really, truly, the suject material is SO elementary and useless that the apparent complications are just elongated dyslexia, SO subjective that the class's colective ideas haven't put me one point closer to the nietzschean superiority/enlightenment that should, i could argue well, be the point of learning at all." then i shower, feel very cold and sick, and write a terribly hurried paper on art history. have some wine. go to english class. discover i've gotten a D, a 6 out of 10, on my Wit essay. Something has fucked up in this universe- since i had previously explained the entire play to my friend and subsequently the class, whom all got higher grades. I may have slacked a little on the thing, but my teacher's comments aren't legible. that's being quite acedemically rude- criticizms that hold power over me but she didn't even care to make her terrible handwriting so's i could read it.
"Thanks to god for Session beer. Amazing how much better i feel. second drink of the day before noon? shame, but it helps with this anger, right? and it's been so hard since i stopped smoking weed. this is better, i feel like my cynical, scorpio, songwriting, old self since i quit greens. just trying to keep off other shit it the trouble= god then must bless my choice of beer as a crutch. (i'd like to cut off all my hair) (i'd like to learn hapkido)" then i sleep after listening to manko parts of SG radio, oh the number 23, and now hours later i'm going to look at clothes online and then sleep. I promise, usually i'm a damn g.i. about life, mostly lesbian and concerned with anarchy. Today, being marilyn monroe, lying in bed with chocolate and pissing in the sink, will have to be an adequate "fuck you" to the man.
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Tales like this make me dread my plans of going back to school in the fall... *sigh* stupid teachers for the loss