Evil Chalk and Marxism
I haven't gotten more than four hours of sleep per night since last Sunday. Last night I stayed up playing Solitaire in the dark until 4am. Then I got into bed and stared at the ceiling for awhile, contemplating the various reasons that might explain why I wasn't sleeping. Then I listened to Karen sleep-talking about Chia pets and singing a song that sounded kind of like the theme song for Sesame Street. Then I got up at 8am to go to work, then I had class straight through till 4:30.
Thankfully, my first class is full of really funny guys who kept me awake. We sang "Road to Rhode Island." I also had Professor Binion for both classes, which was helpful. We spent the first ten minutes of my Euroculture class talking about how bad the chalk at school is. I don't know why. You have to push down really hard to make the chalk write and it's almost impossible to erase, but inexplicably it ends up all over Professor Binion's hands and clothes. Then we spent the rest of class talking about how much Marx sucks at everything he ever did, since no point he ever made, however brilliant it seemed, worked the way he wrote it.
Saw Mr. Shultz at the Beer Works tonight. It was great. Mr. Shultz rules. He, too, confirmed the overall suckiness of Salem High these days. Poor Shultzie and everyone else. Except for the ones who suck - they can go to hell.
Watched Pirates of the Caribbean again tonight. Still a damn good movie.
I miss Sam. I sleep better when he's here. I'm horny and exhausted but I'm not tired. I wonder if my not sleeping has anything to do with the awful nightmares I've been having. They're all really violent and having to do with rape and broken glass and all kinds of crazy shit. I hope I'm not losing it.
Thankfully, my first class is full of really funny guys who kept me awake. We sang "Road to Rhode Island." I also had Professor Binion for both classes, which was helpful. We spent the first ten minutes of my Euroculture class talking about how bad the chalk at school is. I don't know why. You have to push down really hard to make the chalk write and it's almost impossible to erase, but inexplicably it ends up all over Professor Binion's hands and clothes. Then we spent the rest of class talking about how much Marx sucks at everything he ever did, since no point he ever made, however brilliant it seemed, worked the way he wrote it.
Saw Mr. Shultz at the Beer Works tonight. It was great. Mr. Shultz rules. He, too, confirmed the overall suckiness of Salem High these days. Poor Shultzie and everyone else. Except for the ones who suck - they can go to hell.
Watched Pirates of the Caribbean again tonight. Still a damn good movie.
I miss Sam. I sleep better when he's here. I'm horny and exhausted but I'm not tired. I wonder if my not sleeping has anything to do with the awful nightmares I've been having. They're all really violent and having to do with rape and broken glass and all kinds of crazy shit. I hope I'm not losing it.