are you human?
This song sounds really cabaret. I recommend it to, well, Chesh. You like cabaret kind of things, don't you? The music is all Friday/Seezer!
So I just sat down in the student center computer lab and turned on my discman only to hear this horrible NRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR and I panicked and turned the volume all the way down, wondering when Goldfrapp got industrial, and discovered it was coming from around me (I'm kind of slow). Everyone's like WTF? but then no one did anything, so I guess it was a false alarm. That said, it was a fucking loud and long alarm. Smeg would have died of the aural pain, but I just stopped one of my ears and logged into LiveJournal with my free hand, because I'm either a) a trooper or b) retarded.
I apologize for my last entry (friends only insanity about writing class), but it makes me scream. Mom pointed out today that at least I don't have to deal with cadavers, which is what she had to do for her nursing degree, and I admit that that is far worse than shitty old man poetry. I can't even stand being in the same room as a dead body and touching it is too horrible to comprehend. X(
So Nate keeps not being in debate, but I just called him at the advice of our teacher - she thinks he's so excited about being accepted into med school that he just doesn't want to bother with UNO anymore, and I'm happy for him, but dude, he's my debate partner and I need him to be around for just 2-3 more weeks! I think we're getting together at an Awkward Time on Tuesday, but maybe Smeg and I can just shop at the mall for a while. I get out of lab at 2:20 or so, and he wants to meet at 5:30. I guess we COULD drive home, but we'd just have to come right back. :\ Our brief is due in about 12 days, but it's a negative constructive, and we just have to uphold the status quo (i.e., we should not allow physician-assisted suicides to occur), so it won't be so bad. Maybe we can recycle some of our sources, too! We got a 92% on the last one, so this one should go fine.
This is a damn long update for not actually having anything to write about.
Going to writingz in a bit. I was flipping through my 2005 and 2006 writing folders at home (I keep one for each year and I just print my stuff periodically because I'm the most organized writer evar) to find a REAL poem to turn in, just to prove to Todd (instructor) that I'm not totally mentally deficient/don't always have to be a snarky sardonic bitch about everything. But I didn't find anything I'd be comfortable turning in - I don't feel like any of it's strong enough to show the world at large, which is quite unfortunate. Maybe if it were already recorded on an album it would sound better, but I'm afraid my words just look really weak. The stuff I'm uploading on manofmisfortune has gotten lackluster reviews (and that's not you guys' fault, those 3 of you who read it!) so I really need to get going on something that doesn't totally suck. AND CHESH AND I NEED TO WRITE A NOVEL. Yes, a reasonable goal, considering we've already written a few and trashed them. D:
So yyyyyeah, I think I'll take my crampy but stylin' (all dressed in purple today) self to writingz, where I only have to spend 20 minutes since we listen to shitty old man poetry being read at 7! Excellent. I almost look forward to writing another scathing but well-supported review, almost in that I'll probably have to look at the poetry books again, but I will survive! I brought some yarnz so I can start knitting a sturdy, soft case for the camera, which Smeg has christened Edmund.
J.
So I just sat down in the student center computer lab and turned on my discman only to hear this horrible NRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR and I panicked and turned the volume all the way down, wondering when Goldfrapp got industrial, and discovered it was coming from around me (I'm kind of slow). Everyone's like WTF? but then no one did anything, so I guess it was a false alarm. That said, it was a fucking loud and long alarm. Smeg would have died of the aural pain, but I just stopped one of my ears and logged into LiveJournal with my free hand, because I'm either a) a trooper or b) retarded.
I apologize for my last entry (friends only insanity about writing class), but it makes me scream. Mom pointed out today that at least I don't have to deal with cadavers, which is what she had to do for her nursing degree, and I admit that that is far worse than shitty old man poetry. I can't even stand being in the same room as a dead body and touching it is too horrible to comprehend. X(
So Nate keeps not being in debate, but I just called him at the advice of our teacher - she thinks he's so excited about being accepted into med school that he just doesn't want to bother with UNO anymore, and I'm happy for him, but dude, he's my debate partner and I need him to be around for just 2-3 more weeks! I think we're getting together at an Awkward Time on Tuesday, but maybe Smeg and I can just shop at the mall for a while. I get out of lab at 2:20 or so, and he wants to meet at 5:30. I guess we COULD drive home, but we'd just have to come right back. :\ Our brief is due in about 12 days, but it's a negative constructive, and we just have to uphold the status quo (i.e., we should not allow physician-assisted suicides to occur), so it won't be so bad. Maybe we can recycle some of our sources, too! We got a 92% on the last one, so this one should go fine.
This is a damn long update for not actually having anything to write about.
Going to writingz in a bit. I was flipping through my 2005 and 2006 writing folders at home (I keep one for each year and I just print my stuff periodically because I'm the most organized writer evar) to find a REAL poem to turn in, just to prove to Todd (instructor) that I'm not totally mentally deficient/don't always have to be a snarky sardonic bitch about everything. But I didn't find anything I'd be comfortable turning in - I don't feel like any of it's strong enough to show the world at large, which is quite unfortunate. Maybe if it were already recorded on an album it would sound better, but I'm afraid my words just look really weak. The stuff I'm uploading on manofmisfortune has gotten lackluster reviews (and that's not you guys' fault, those 3 of you who read it!) so I really need to get going on something that doesn't totally suck. AND CHESH AND I NEED TO WRITE A NOVEL. Yes, a reasonable goal, considering we've already written a few and trashed them. D:
So yyyyyeah, I think I'll take my crampy but stylin' (all dressed in purple today) self to writingz, where I only have to spend 20 minutes since we listen to shitty old man poetry being read at 7! Excellent. I almost look forward to writing another scathing but well-supported review, almost in that I'll probably have to look at the poetry books again, but I will survive! I brought some yarnz so I can start knitting a sturdy, soft case for the camera, which Smeg has christened Edmund.
J.