2004-12-12 The life and times of "your life's a lie!"
Life’s fucking ridiculous.
It’s the beginning finals week, which is ridiculously slack for me. I’m not complaining. The last few weeks of the semester haven’t been bad, either – I think the work was just so spread out over the semester that it wasn’t just a few insane weeks during the semester, but rather, the entire semester was a little insane. Which I’m finding preferable.
I liked my classes this semester very much, and am hoping my next classes will be just as good.
A friend tonight felt somehow compelled to draw a smiley face on my hands with the words “I want to lick you.”
I ran into an old friend of mine today. Or, more, he used to be a friend, he left for a long time, then came back really weird. I think he did a lot of weird drugs while he was gone, or had some terrible experiences. Or something. I was with some friends when he wandered up. We all chatted for a bit, then after he left, we all speculated that he was on meth. He sure as fuck acted like it.
Hey, kids: Don’t do meth. If you have to pick a shitty drug, don’t pick meth.
In other news: I’m in urgent need of laundry. I’ve been really fucking lazy, and the situation will soon be dire.
I need to start filling out applications for both programs in France and scholarships for said programs in France. Woot.
How can people not know about their fucking printing account at this point in the semester? Did they just think they had to pay a computer fee for kicks?
After reading a short article about Frank Lloyd Wright, I decided I wanted to be an eccentric when I grow up. Then I realized that, if I’m not an eccentric, I’m well on my way. Which would just make me eccentric. I wasn’t sure how to feel about this. But it’s not like I’m smearing peanut butter on my walls.
I’ve decided I need a name for my apartment (said decision came to be after thinking about a friend’s sister’s apartment, which she named Splash Mountain). The Fortress of Joanitude came to mind, but that seems a little cliché. Other names:
Joanberg
The Will and Might of Mount Joan (or just Mount Joan, which sounds a little smutty)
The Teacups (of Joan)
The Playground (of Joan)
The Joan Palace of Mirrors
House of Joan Horrors
Joanland
Fahrenheit Four-Fifty-Joan (speaking of, I’m considering setting my oven to 450/451 degrees to try to burn that god-awful book, for the sake of irony and testing the title)
The list goes on. I just want something worthwhile.
I’ve been feeling remarkably worthless today.
Also, I want to know which books are on the government watch list. Just so I could check them all out and see what happens. I’ve never been interrogated – it would be interesting (in the sense that a nuclear holocaust would be “interesting”). But really, that's a Bad Idea.
I need to finish my Christmas shopping. Eeks.
Also, where's the nearest whack-a-mole game? Besides which, would moles taste gamey?
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