Mar 29, 2006 00:34
To be perfectly honest I don't know shit.
Just consider yourselves lucky that I didn't write this about an hour ago when I had a full head of steam. Watching the last half of "Reality Bites" calmed me down just a scoche. But I was thinking about bigger picture shit, which always means trouble, and seriously debating why I try to get good grades. Is there any point anymore? I'm not going to be applying to colleges anymore unless, God forbid, I go to grad school for another 3 years of intellectual ego-groping. I'm not learning much in any of these goddamned classes. I mean shit, I've only read 4 books for classes all fucking semester, two of which were for independent research projects, and two of which (Heart of Darkness and The Republic) I'd already read. I've spent over a month reading and writing about the goddamned SAT writing supplement in one class, don't even bother to show up to another because the professor is borderline retarded and all we do is advanced connect-the-dots (you think I'm joking...go look up Euler Circuits on Google...it's kind of depressing), and I'm relearning the Spanish I forgot in 10th grade. As for my British travel literature class, that's so fucking esoteric it hurts. The only thing saving that academic abortion is the Prof who is quite awesome, cause the travel "literature" ain't doin it. You ever read a critique of 19th century travel to the Balkans? Neither have I. If I did I'd be hooked up to an IV.
So I think we've established the useless nature of this semester's classes. Extracurriculars anyone? You read about the play...I love acting but damn if that wasn't less fun than a colonic with a firehose. That leaves the articles I've been writing, which are legitimately fun and I hope good. I want to write something substantial but I don't have the time and those moments when I do have time write I'm fairly exhausted mentally and end up watching Beavis and Butthead. I don't really know what I'm writing about. Just a general WANT of things. Want of love, friendship, the college experience I imagined, good food, quality plays to audition for. Anything I can bitch about right now I will because I warned y'all and I'm on a roll...funny place to stop.
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Edit: Everything's gravy now, although that was one hell of a 180.