Brief Outburst.
I just finished reading the play, Stuff Happens by David Hare. I can't remember the last time I felt so completely and utterly disgusted with this country, its leaders, the whole fucking world and its behaviour. It inspires a rage that is all the more frustrating because nothing can be done, there's nothing that will change anything, and this is how it's always been, and how it will continue to be. We are the Romans, just waiting for the fall that they believe will never come. Such blindness! I do not like this feeling, and I am eternally grateful that I am not seeing it this Sunday because I don't think that I could have sat there. It's one thing to read the words on the page, reading how current history has played out, but it's another thing to see it. To see representations of things that happened, to hear the words spoken. The words that just make me more livid than I ever expected possible. But where do you go when the whole world is eight shades of fucked up, you know? I'm used to feeling a sort of apathy toward this country, but goddamn. I'm thinking I really shouldn't talk too much in class tomorrow. Because between The Laramine Project and this play, it just proves all the more reminder that people fucking suck and this world is just shit made even worse by fucknuts who claim its in our "best interest."
Plus the suitemates are being real assholes. They have all kinds of people over here, and I got fed up and slammed the door after taking a bathroom break to prove a point, basically saying, "Shut the fuck up, or else," without using words. Of course, what do they do? Slam the doors constantly every time someone comes in and out of the room. Goddamn bitches. I fucking hate them. So much. I'm going to be so glad when I don't have to live with them anymore, when they will be nothing more than material for story entertainment. Goddamn.
Honestly, I really haven't been this ragey all day. I've mostly been out of it. But I need sleep and it's just not going to happen, especially given the noise level of those two and their little party of people who piss me off. Again, it makes me want to get in the shower, and start having the most incredible, noisy sex ever. Just to prove a point. But, no.
The only upshot is that my schedule for next semester is looking pretty doable now that I've dropped out of the class about the meaning of silence with the teacher who, according to the all-knowing Lily-sama, is a self-righteous fuckwit who believes in group work, probably only because it allows for more people to stroke her ego at once.
MW: 11.00AM-12.25PM World War II
MW: 02.00PM-03.15PM Writing About Popular Music
W: 03.30PM-06.10PM Culture as Communication
R: 06.20PM-09.00PM Contemporary Aesthetics and Cultural History
Not too thrilled about the 11AM class, but given that it's a, better than anything else offered and b, it's not as bad getting up for me beause of work, I think it'll be okay. It's not like an 8/9AMer, you know? Plus, it sounded interesting because it wasn't just an examination of the battles, but of the personalities of figures, the culture that was an effect and affected by the war, plus using music, art, and film to further show things, which I think is pretty cool. And hey, no class on Tuesday. Of course, that means my work schedule would be Monday's from 3.30PM-whenever, Tuesdays from 10AM-whenever, Thursdays from 10AM-5PM, and Friday from 10AM-whenever. Potentially, anywhere from 25-30+ hours a week, which while good for the pay...ugh.
I think I'm going to take a shower now, though. Maybe it'll get them to shut the fuck up, but I doubt it.
Plus the suitemates are being real assholes. They have all kinds of people over here, and I got fed up and slammed the door after taking a bathroom break to prove a point, basically saying, "Shut the fuck up, or else," without using words. Of course, what do they do? Slam the doors constantly every time someone comes in and out of the room. Goddamn bitches. I fucking hate them. So much. I'm going to be so glad when I don't have to live with them anymore, when they will be nothing more than material for story entertainment. Goddamn.
Honestly, I really haven't been this ragey all day. I've mostly been out of it. But I need sleep and it's just not going to happen, especially given the noise level of those two and their little party of people who piss me off. Again, it makes me want to get in the shower, and start having the most incredible, noisy sex ever. Just to prove a point. But, no.
The only upshot is that my schedule for next semester is looking pretty doable now that I've dropped out of the class about the meaning of silence with the teacher who, according to the all-knowing Lily-sama, is a self-righteous fuckwit who believes in group work, probably only because it allows for more people to stroke her ego at once.
MW: 11.00AM-12.25PM World War II
MW: 02.00PM-03.15PM Writing About Popular Music
W: 03.30PM-06.10PM Culture as Communication
R: 06.20PM-09.00PM Contemporary Aesthetics and Cultural History
Not too thrilled about the 11AM class, but given that it's a, better than anything else offered and b, it's not as bad getting up for me beause of work, I think it'll be okay. It's not like an 8/9AMer, you know? Plus, it sounded interesting because it wasn't just an examination of the battles, but of the personalities of figures, the culture that was an effect and affected by the war, plus using music, art, and film to further show things, which I think is pretty cool. And hey, no class on Tuesday. Of course, that means my work schedule would be Monday's from 3.30PM-whenever, Tuesdays from 10AM-whenever, Thursdays from 10AM-5PM, and Friday from 10AM-whenever. Potentially, anywhere from 25-30+ hours a week, which while good for the pay...ugh.
I think I'm going to take a shower now, though. Maybe it'll get them to shut the fuck up, but I doubt it.