philloak

as of today i have a week left here. yet the class-related ball-punching continues. thank you, padma, for a suspiciously easy yet maddeningly vague final exam. i would have been equally well served with a question like "write about anything at all, but if you write about the wrong thing i will fail you motherfucker" because that's essentially what we're getting. my overthinking mind has condensed it down to two possibilities: either padma will have a fit of mercy and give us all b's or she'll ignore the unspoken rule of study groups and grade us all harshly, in which case everyone will do badly except, maybe, for whitney. and i know the school is not pleased when professors fail most of their classes (with the exception of balmuth, but he is an institution).

sean is home. he says the people who live across the street from me have vanished, but left all their crap on the lawn. he also says that american accents are pissing him off, which is funny because there exists no accent more grating than that of northern new york.

i bought a new jacket, it's american woodland camo but dyed a grey-blue color by the guy who was selling them...cheap (for the UK) and looks pretty badass. i'm torn between my desire to deck myself out in fun tchotchkis and my nagging urge to pick up some baubles for relatives. hocking the guitar will free up some capital, hopefully.

poor guitar, the thought of getting rid of it makes me very very sad. it's a piece of shit to be sure, but i bought it at my lowest point to cheer myself up and it helped a lot. a mediocre musician i may be, but playing something clears out my head and offers me a few moment's respite from whatever's bothering me, usually. also, i've never gotten rid of a guitar before. it's like trying to give away a dog, i imagine.

6/6/06 is the National Day of Slayer (get it?!?! ho ho). there will be an Evil Party held on that date.