Well, that fell through like a brick on spider web.
I haven't written anything of note lately; even my papers have been craptastic. My last paper for Civ I turned in a whole day late, for no good reason whatsoever; I was just grossly under-motivated to do anything, and we had so much time oh my god. I ended up spending the morning that paper was due going out and visiting the Yonghe Temple [Lama Temple] instead of working on it...no idea where the hell I think I can get away with these things. I hope Eyferth doesn't penalize the essay too much, even though it was complete idiocy anyway. I think this is probably a sign that I should just stay entirely in academia, because I can't see me pulling this kind of stunt in the real world and surviving, let alone getting away with it [well, maybe...don't know grade yet, but I did get an A on the first paper]. BLAH.
Maybe I'll try writing something tomorrow about my sister's outburst today; basically, she was taking an furious-feminist stance at Dad because he mentioned several times how glad he was that I was back and so on, so she felt slighted. I don't even know where to begin on how wrong she was and how impossibly unyielding she was...it was absurd, like some insane, militant form of modernism, an utterly intolerant egalitarianism; she repeatedly told Dad that he was "wrong" and kept yelling because of it, even when he tried to assuage her. If there's no room to give, when what argument is there other than simply screaming one's brains out? What discourse is there? I despise those who take the illusion of ideals and use them to create some oppressive hypocrisy...I always feel so disappointed when I come home, and find that my sister hasn't matured in the least.
Jury duty at 9:30 tomorrow...got to wake up at 8 to catch the bus. Ah, civic obligations; I wish you didn't have to come when I have appointments scheduled for the week. q_q
Maybe I'll try writing something tomorrow about my sister's outburst today; basically, she was taking an furious-feminist stance at Dad because he mentioned several times how glad he was that I was back and so on, so she felt slighted. I don't even know where to begin on how wrong she was and how impossibly unyielding she was...it was absurd, like some insane, militant form of modernism, an utterly intolerant egalitarianism; she repeatedly told Dad that he was "wrong" and kept yelling because of it, even when he tried to assuage her. If there's no room to give, when what argument is there other than simply screaming one's brains out? What discourse is there? I despise those who take the illusion of ideals and use them to create some oppressive hypocrisy...I always feel so disappointed when I come home, and find that my sister hasn't matured in the least.
Jury duty at 9:30 tomorrow...got to wake up at 8 to catch the bus. Ah, civic obligations; I wish you didn't have to come when I have appointments scheduled for the week. q_q