Saw Into the Wild last night. Or, well, yesterday afternoon, really. It just gets so dark so quickly here now. It's black as pitch by eight. Anyway, I digress. Into the Wild. I read the book this past summer as part of my summer reading regimen that also included Into Thin Air--while in the hospital--The Dharma Bums, and a reread of On the ( Read more... )

I think/feel things faster than I can possibly express them. I feel fairly certain that no one reads this any longer, so that contributes only to my own frustration and inconvieniences no one else ( Read more... )

Do you ever want to go back and reevaluate everything someone has ever said to you in light of recent developments? I, naturally, do it all the time because a lot of things most things go totally over my head and then something will happen to totally change the way I look at a person and I'm all, bzuh wha? Oh, so then, that time you said.... and ( Read more... )

Fuck you, Kenneth Waltz. Seriously, fuck you with something hard and sandpapery. That doesn't mean I think liberalism is any less FUNCTIONALLY RETARDED than realism, though. Why am I being tortured this way? I know the professor does not subscribe to either of these theories, so isn't there a less painful way of proving I understand them than ( Read more... )

Okay, so, update on my life, anyone? Since I don't seem to be keeping a very good record anymore, as I hardly ever post here anymore and have stopped writing in my paper journal altogether. I know, I suck. Maybe I'll manage to keep an intense chronicle of my four years at the University of California, Berkeley. Along with all the other crap I'll be ( Read more... )

FUCK!

My parents suck so much. They're like, what, eleven years old? My dad's not speaking to my mom and won't tell me why. My mom called my stepmom a witch in public. My stepmom dislikes my mom so much that she's admitted the situation is affecting her feelings for me and my brother. I hate them, and they suck.
What really sucks is that I can' ( Read more... )

I'm back in Atlanta, and as much fun as I had, I'm so happy.  This city positively dwells in my soul, possibly more so now that I'll be leaving it in four or five months' time.  I nearly cried as Nat and I rounded the particular corner on our way back home that reveals the skyline in all its strange glory.

Enough of my sappy nonsense, though.  The ( Read more... )