you will come down soon too, you will come down too soon
Every other page of The Walled Garden made want to furiously beat my head against the desk - I'm not even kidding or exaggerating in the slightest here. It really really did. I guess it was still good because after I finished it I sat for a while digesting it and thinking about it, but man oh man, I was rolling my eyes throughout most of the book at the arrogance/pretentiousness of the narrator and the ridiculousness of the story itself.
Read it if you don't mind reading books that are completely and utterly maddening (and on the off-chance that you have read this gem by a clearly-deranged Canadian author that my class gets the pleasure of meeting next week, do you not wish you could simply ask him, "What the fuck is up with your head?!" Aside from this small paragraph on language, I don't think I agreed with one idea, thought or concept in that entire book).
I'm tired and lazy, and the thought of doing work that might cause even the slightest bit of stress really freaks me out. How am I supposed to go through another 3 and a half years of this?! And then grad school after that?! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck.
Don't worry, this is probably natural.
In other news, some thoughts should just not be allowed to enter my head. And some certain people should just not be allowed to wander back into my life and thought-process after an insufficient amount of time. Oh, melodrama.
P.S. Because everybody else is talking about it: My brother and I were driving home from our 6-9 psych lecture, and one of the "TV"s lining the Gardiner along with the littering of all the other advertisements flashed simply "Heath Ledger Dead" in yellow lettering against a bright green background before switching to an ad of washing machines. Yeah. You stay classy, Toronto.
Read it if you don't mind reading books that are completely and utterly maddening (and on the off-chance that you have read this gem by a clearly-deranged Canadian author that my class gets the pleasure of meeting next week, do you not wish you could simply ask him, "What the fuck is up with your head?!" Aside from this small paragraph on language, I don't think I agreed with one idea, thought or concept in that entire book).
I'm tired and lazy, and the thought of doing work that might cause even the slightest bit of stress really freaks me out. How am I supposed to go through another 3 and a half years of this?! And then grad school after that?! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck.
Don't worry, this is probably natural.
In other news, some thoughts should just not be allowed to enter my head. And some certain people should just not be allowed to wander back into my life and thought-process after an insufficient amount of time. Oh, melodrama.
P.S. Because everybody else is talking about it: My brother and I were driving home from our 6-9 psych lecture, and one of the "TV"s lining the Gardiner along with the littering of all the other advertisements flashed simply "Heath Ledger Dead" in yellow lettering against a bright green background before switching to an ad of washing machines. Yeah. You stay classy, Toronto.