FUCK EVERYTHING.
I am so fucking tired of bullshit. I'm writing this entry because in this mood, I can't be constructive anyway. I know this.
Fuck midterms in a class you don't care about. Fuck being expected to remember/read/argue about things you don't give a shit about, and that really don't matter. Fuck exegesis. Fuck mindless repetition. Fuck Plato like he did to his little boys, who probably didn't want him to, but he didn't care because he was a Grecian man, or maybe because he was too busy considering how little boys constituted the perfect sexual relationship to wonder whether they cared to be fucked in the ass.
Fuck school. Fuck classes that I could have taken in high school because no one really cares that much to elevate the level of discussion. Fuck English classes that just end up turning into a history lesson(not that history isn't sometimes interesting. but fucking a, not all the fucking time). Fuck catching up. Fuck not caring about school, and fuck the classes that make it that way.
And fuck the English department. Oh, fuck them so hard. I have to write an 800-word statement of purpose in order to be considered for acceptance into the honors program. Fuck that shit. I don't have any fucking purpose. You want to know my fucking purpose? To read interesting books, watch interesting films, listen to music, go to concerts, do drugs, get drunk, smoke cigarettes, cuddle/makeout/fuck, all with interesting people. Oh, and maybe to learn how to play an instrument. That's what I want to do. Not to write some fucking statement of purpose. Not tell some fucking people what they want to hear, rather than what I want to say. Fuck them, and fuck their expecations.
Oh yeah, and the district sleeps alone tonight, not as if it didn't have enough problems anyway. Fuck that too.
had one cigarette already. off to have another. maybe two.
addendum: oh yeah, and i was going to do my laundry today. and i just now realized i forgot. fuck.
Fuck midterms in a class you don't care about. Fuck being expected to remember/read/argue about things you don't give a shit about, and that really don't matter. Fuck exegesis. Fuck mindless repetition. Fuck Plato like he did to his little boys, who probably didn't want him to, but he didn't care because he was a Grecian man, or maybe because he was too busy considering how little boys constituted the perfect sexual relationship to wonder whether they cared to be fucked in the ass.
Fuck school. Fuck classes that I could have taken in high school because no one really cares that much to elevate the level of discussion. Fuck English classes that just end up turning into a history lesson(not that history isn't sometimes interesting. but fucking a, not all the fucking time). Fuck catching up. Fuck not caring about school, and fuck the classes that make it that way.
And fuck the English department. Oh, fuck them so hard. I have to write an 800-word statement of purpose in order to be considered for acceptance into the honors program. Fuck that shit. I don't have any fucking purpose. You want to know my fucking purpose? To read interesting books, watch interesting films, listen to music, go to concerts, do drugs, get drunk, smoke cigarettes, cuddle/makeout/fuck, all with interesting people. Oh, and maybe to learn how to play an instrument. That's what I want to do. Not to write some fucking statement of purpose. Not tell some fucking people what they want to hear, rather than what I want to say. Fuck them, and fuck their expecations.
Oh yeah, and the district sleeps alone tonight, not as if it didn't have enough problems anyway. Fuck that too.
had one cigarette already. off to have another. maybe two.
addendum: oh yeah, and i was going to do my laundry today. and i just now realized i forgot. fuck.