1:26 p.m. - Monday, Apr. 19, 2004
Good Girl Bad Girl
I'd say some shit about my life right now, but it seems sort of pointless considering I don't really have a life right now. All I do is study and stress, and eat vegan fake bacon sandwiches, and drink diet pepsi, and read and read and read, and watch trailer park boys, and read some more, and try to stop my dogs from having three ways all day long, and then read a bunch again. I'm fat I'm tired I'm bored and I'm crabby. END NOW FINALS.
But next week will be sort of killer, as I have much end of term celebrating planned, i.e. japanther show, full on rock filthy house party, etc. so I'll write some shit then.
Unless you want me to talk about the rise of Islamic fundamentalism, or Pat Robertson and why his being a charismatic narrowed his christian right voter support, or Friedan and the liberal feminists vs. the radical feminists of the 70's, or Ibn al-Farabi, or why my politics and religion prof. is totally incompetent and most likely saddling a huge ether habit, or any number of other fascinating thoughts that fill my mind this week. No I didn't think so.
K, next week I'll be drunk and high and slutty and all about the rock, promise.
