I'm beginning to hate school
After trying and failing all weekend long, I declare myself officially incapable of writing an articulate and elegant philosophy paper. Maybe I'm meant to be a mindless consumer instead. I can spend the rest of my life following pop culture like its the Messiah. Maybe I'll even get a driver's license and drive a car with an automatic gear shift to work every day, and make lease payments on the car every month. Maybe I'll live in a suburb and go to the local movie theater to see the newest blockbuster every weekend. I'll by a large coke and some York peppermint patties to snack on in the movie. I'll eat some variation of a processed carb-heavy meal with a side salad with nearly white lettuce for dinner every night, have bland, orgasmless sex afterwards with a guy or girl from work, and give 1/3 of my salary to the government every year. I'll drive to the nearest big state park to go camping for every one of my vacations, and I'll send everyone I've ever met a Christmas card when the timing's appropriate, whether they're Christian or not. I'll go to church if I get lonely, and I'll watch Fox News and vote for the upright Republican candidate if I'm still lonely and I need to validate my existence by making sure that everyone else is afraid of God just like I am. No, I don't want to turn this little piece into a political rant. I'm simply projecting myself, living my own future for just a moment right now. I'm going to be God-fearing economic unit # 66666600000331, and I'd better get used to the idea. Back to Bayes theory, and good bye future. We'll meet again, I promise.
Oh, and I got yelled at today for burning incense in my room. I'm tired of the institution trying to exert control over how I live. Not cool. Its such a small joy that I indulge in.
Oh, and I got yelled at today for burning incense in my room. I'm tired of the institution trying to exert control over how I live. Not cool. Its such a small joy that I indulge in.