March 21, 2003 :: 12:53 p.m.
unveil yourself at the Christian Masquerade!
Ah, Friday. How I love thee. You bring the end of the terrible school week, after all. And this weekend comes equipped with dogs romping together and a giant Spongebob Squarepants walking around a plant nursery - what more could you want?
Dammit! When Adam and I went to lunch, the Underground was having some fryer issues. So no french fries, which was very sad. But now Emily comes waltzing in with a styrofoam container of - oh, whatever could it be? Yeah, it's fries. I'm very irritated about this. I'm very irritated about everything even remotely having to do with Emily, though, so you know... not a big shocker. She's watching some fucking reality-type show, I think, with drunk, unintelligible assholes ranting in bars and shit. Maybe they'll get hit by buses as they stumble out building? Because I'd watch that, maybe. Only graphic and gratuitous carnage could get me to watch a reality show, and even then it would be sort of iffy.
Last night, my little Sultan figurine (from way back in the day when Aladdin was the newest Disney movie) did a Buffy-esque swan dive off of his perch above my desk, landing with an unattractive plop in my glass of water. I'm not sure why. It's possible that I bumped into the shelf or something, but I'm inclined to go with the "Suicidal Sultan" theory. He's sad. His daughter ran off with a street urchin, his advisor was very evil, and he didn't even get to sing any good songs. I'd be feeling a little down, too, if I were in his position. His only purpose in life now is to stand on my shelf, poised to say something masterful and enlightening but forever silenced by the plastic and rubber that they poured over him at the factory. No one bothers to give little toy figurines working jaw muscles these days, man. It's a real national tragedy.
So, um, it's 49 degrees out. The high is 67, but I will seriously eat something gross and terrifying if it even think about approaching that. Because it seriously won't. For some reason, we can have huge stretches of craptastic weather - weeks and weeks of snow and fog and freezing temperatures - but we're denied even a few days in a row of nice, spring-like weather. Why is this? It's most annoying. Spring has sprung. Where's my freaking sunshine?
I have Global Pop in half an hour - ho-hum. The level of boredom and pointlessness than this class reaches is really amazing. But oh, how it hurts my little head.
Speaking of things that hurt my head... the title of this entry is actually posted all over the school. I saw it when I went to Visual Arts this morning, which happens to be located in the chapel. What exactly is a Christian Masquerade? I mean, masquerade = costume party, but what the hell does religion have to do with it? Do you have to dress up as a biblical figure? I'm so confused. And also sort of frightened, but that's what fanatical religiousness does to me.
Adam and I went to the candlelight vigil that was held last night. Not very many people showed up - I'd say 15, at most. It was interesting. I thought for sure there was going to be some prayer action going on at the end, but thankfully they refrained from shoving god into the situation. I've always wondered why some people feel the need to incorporate their frantic love of jesus into every fucking thing they do. I mean, really now. It's great that your faith is so strong, but must you thrust it upon those of us who don't happen to be devout members of the same religion fold? Maybe it's just my relative non-belief talking, but it just puzzles me. Like beets, and people who get shot out of cannons at the circus.
Anyway, I have to go prepare myself for 50 minutes of listening to Professor Beige answer the dumbest questions on the planet. Seriously, the people in my class are the most clueless music majors ever. They're pretty clueless in general, actually. "Uh, what's an assumption?" It's an assumption, dumb ass. Not a difficult vocabulary work. Read a fucking book.
I'll update later, hopefully with pictures of Buddy and Sam giving each other doggy kisses. Because that would just be very, very cute.
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