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Never combine anxiety about not being able to pay back student loans and summer jobs with coffee, and then try to tell yourself you need to do an english essay. Not even a hot shower is going to shake those jitters.
Maybe I should do that Buhddist meditation thing on Tuesday nights. It won't solve world hunger, but maybe it would teach me to shuffle my worries to appropriate time slots, and let me get those amazing plans I keep coming up with but never finish under way. Maybe I'd even learn to get angry when I needed to. I think my anger card has been demagnitized, sometimes. How am I supposed to be a "Fucking Journalist!" when I can't engage in a lively debate without being able to take sides once in a while?
Oh fuck it, I'll just become the Prime Minister.
I want to start drawing political cartoons, but I lack political wit so far. I'm trying to think of something to do for the Pickton Trials (really quite interesting, if you've been following it so far,) but everything I think of is in bad taste. Hah, maybe that should be the name of the strips, 'Bad Taste'.
I was thinking something along the lines of, in the first panel, having the list of things Pickton is accused of read off. The evidence is pretty solid. His defense is rather weak. He wasn't actually there? He didn't actually do it? If you just look at the tapes and get semantic he doesn't actually admit to anything? And the heads in buckets?
And then the last panel, for all you Izzard fans, would be pickton himself, looking a little uncomfortable. "It wasn't me! I was- I was dead at the time!"
I'd hate to be that man's defence attorney.
At first I thought my English teacher might be a hag, but she's begining to grow on me. Or rather, she says some very amusing things. I can't remember what novel we were talking of, it was something victorian, be she said this about one of the main characters. "And let's face it, ___ couldn't rape his way out of a paper bag..."
In any case, I don't hate Atwood as much as I did before, which is something. She actually has a really subtle, very dry sense of humor that I kind of enjoy. I rooted for Duncan in 'The Edible Woman' the whole time, if only because he employed this.
Did I mention that I ramble when I'm jittery?
Time to start letting an essay consume my mind, in a Dunconian fashion, so that I don't have to think about anything. This is probably the first time I've ever used school to procrastinate with.
Maybe I should do that Buhddist meditation thing on Tuesday nights. It won't solve world hunger, but maybe it would teach me to shuffle my worries to appropriate time slots, and let me get those amazing plans I keep coming up with but never finish under way. Maybe I'd even learn to get angry when I needed to. I think my anger card has been demagnitized, sometimes. How am I supposed to be a "Fucking Journalist!" when I can't engage in a lively debate without being able to take sides once in a while?
Oh fuck it, I'll just become the Prime Minister.
I want to start drawing political cartoons, but I lack political wit so far. I'm trying to think of something to do for the Pickton Trials (really quite interesting, if you've been following it so far,) but everything I think of is in bad taste. Hah, maybe that should be the name of the strips, 'Bad Taste'.
I was thinking something along the lines of, in the first panel, having the list of things Pickton is accused of read off. The evidence is pretty solid. His defense is rather weak. He wasn't actually there? He didn't actually do it? If you just look at the tapes and get semantic he doesn't actually admit to anything? And the heads in buckets?
And then the last panel, for all you Izzard fans, would be pickton himself, looking a little uncomfortable. "It wasn't me! I was- I was dead at the time!"
I'd hate to be that man's defence attorney.
At first I thought my English teacher might be a hag, but she's begining to grow on me. Or rather, she says some very amusing things. I can't remember what novel we were talking of, it was something victorian, be she said this about one of the main characters. "And let's face it, ___ couldn't rape his way out of a paper bag..."
In any case, I don't hate Atwood as much as I did before, which is something. She actually has a really subtle, very dry sense of humor that I kind of enjoy. I rooted for Duncan in 'The Edible Woman' the whole time, if only because he employed this.
Did I mention that I ramble when I'm jittery?
Time to start letting an essay consume my mind, in a Dunconian fashion, so that I don't have to think about anything. This is probably the first time I've ever used school to procrastinate with.