September 15, 2002 :: 10:24 p.m.
I am an Irish finger puppet monster
So, three and a half things have been ticked off of my mental To Do list. I did indeed go over the sports center, though I didn't actually go inside. It was too nice out, so I just walked/jogged around the track for a while instead.
The Gods Must Be Crazy was funny, but struck me as very condescending and somewhat racist. I wrote up a little over half of my paper about it, and that's enough for now. It's not due until the end of the semester, so, to quote my dear Letters to Cleo, "I got time." I started my special secret project (I'm working on it right now, actually), but I didn't start my English paper. I'm just seriously at a loss here. I don't have the foggiest idea what I'm going to write about, and it's been almost 6 days since I got the assignment. I've got until Thursday to come up with a rough draft, but dammit... I keep reaching into my little well of things to write about, but there's nothing there to grab onto.
BLAH.
Tonight on Iron Chef it was the eel battle. Eck. Can I just ask one favor of humanity? If you're going to eat something, can you please at least kill it first? Please? They just gutted these poor little eels alive on TV. The stuff was still twitching a little when it went into the oven. Feh. If I tried to cut up a live baby and cook its still-moving parts on national television, I'd either be behind bars or dead before anyone could even taste my freshly killed baby delicacies. That's such a disgusting double standard.
So right now I'm avoiding the reading that I have to do for Digicom tomorrow. It's 50 pages of the most boring book ever written... I think it may even steal the official Worst Book in the History of Literature title from The Scarlet Letter, and that's saying something, because if I could go back in time the first thing I'd do is find Nathaniel Hawthorne and beat the crap out of him. But alas, I have to read it, or at least skim it, because Prof. Kline has taken to giving little quizzes to check if we've read the stuff. Grr.
Melly Yello is a good soda. It doesn't hurt my tummy like most soda. I bet it would be even better flat and really cold. Mmm. Yes, I am the only mutant freak on the planet who likes flat soda better than fizzy soda. Shush.
It's cold in here. And quiet. Emily has taken to being gone for very long stretches of time, which is really nice. It gives me time to listen to music sans headphones, perhaps play my guitar a bit, sing, watch TV, and oh yes, most importantly, have a healthy amount of sex. Three cheers for having a roommate with an active social life and/or a boyfriend on campus who likes to be at his own domicile. *cheer, cheer, cheer*
Anyhoo, I'm going to go putz around for a bit and then eventually settle in to read my very painful Digicom junk. Here's hoping that my brain doesn't turn to oatmeal and dribble out of my ears.
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