Why do I only get the urge to do anything productive once the one o'clock hour runs around? That's one in the morning, mind you. I spent the better portion of my day just hanging out, doing nothing of importance and generally being lazy. Now I have class in a matter of hours and I suddenly feel compelled to update my journal, surf the internet and basically find any means possible of not going to sleep. I like sleep so much though, go figure. What am I doing now, you may ask? (I know you weren't going to ask, I'm not that deep in denial) I am downloading french rap music. It has reached a new low over here. I cannot wait for the weekend to begin. I envy all those who managed to avoid friday classes. How I wish tomorrow was for sleeeeeping. It is for Subway though, that makes me happy. Let us all join together to celebrate our mutual love of Subway. Other things to celebrate: Axe commercials, bitterness and hostility, The Oblongs, Comedy Central Presents, apples, special friends. Things to bitch about: snow, president Bush, fucking freedom fries, stinging nettle extract, people who respond to my live journals anonymously. I had a moment of clarity today: remember those "survival kits" people are supposed to stock up on in case of attack from the eeeeevil Iraqis? The ones that caused stores to actually run out of duct tape? Okay, here's what to do with them: take the plastic wrap or cellophane, either will do the trick, and wrap it around your head. Then take the duct tape and secure ther cellophane in place. See? Now there's no possible way for any of those biological weapons to enter your body! Allllll better.
And now for something completely different: I am playing matchmaker. Wanted: one multi-millionaire who is kind of cute and quirky to be sugar daddy for Kaitlyn Marx. She is a fun girl and promises not to be crazy as long as her responsibilities are limited to eating, sleeping, watching tv and brushing her teeth. She promises to only use you for your money.
I think I have decided I don't want to leave school. Ever. I am just going to stay here and get my learn on for the rest of my life. I refuse to leave until I speak French, Russian and Italian and I actually feel like I know something. I know a whole lot without knowing much at all, it seems. That makes me rather sad. A note to all you pro-choice people out there (don't worry, I am one of you): a Senate vote decided 52-46 today not to overturn Roe v. Wade. Yiiiiiiikes. Who put all these scary republicans in charge? And why the hell are a bunch of middle-aged fat, balding, bible-thumping fucking MEN allowed to make these kind of decisions for me? Who gave them that right? Gahhhhh. I am angry. What else is new? That is officially added to my list of things to bitch about. That and fucking people who smoke in my room and make my bed smell like their disgusting poison. I think possibly I should stop now before I work myself into a homicidal rage. Don't feel to relieved, I will be back with more to say. Until next time......