I finally deleted all of the three friends that I had listed as part of my alliegance to the NO FRIENDS group.
I also offered to put up a board called Propositions and Trades, so that all of us at SG can put up stuff to trade and whatnot.
It started by thinking about glitter.
See, I had an ex-roomate, who lived in this shitty house with no lease, that I now live in. There's a giant bucket of glitter, and I see no way of getting rid of the stuff. Anyhow, I want an SG sticker, I want music, I want books, I want trips and places to stay and shit, so I figure other people might too.
Now there might be a way to make EVERYONE happy via glitter!
There's no concept of world domination like sending glitter to friends, I suppose.
Anyhow, I still have this rediculous report to type, and my professor told me that I should "get my life in order" because I asked her to review a draft the day before it was due.
Fuck that and fuck her.
It's not like she has an idea about what my life's like, she was just saying that because she is stressed out too. Now I'm just going to take the time to do the report without her advice.
Okay, that feels better. Back to reading about the grotesques in literature.
Love, fondness, and bloody lips,
Ian


It started by thinking about glitter.



There's no concept of world domination like sending glitter to friends, I suppose.
Anyhow, I still have this rediculous report to type, and my professor told me that I should "get my life in order" because I asked her to review a draft the day before it was due.



Okay, that feels better. Back to reading about the grotesques in literature.
Love, fondness, and bloody lips,
Ian

VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
So, today was the big day -- how'd the paper go? Did you get your life in order? You could always go with the whole "well, professor, my life IS in order, it's just that your view is so limited to your little academic microcosm that you can't, like, take it all in". It's important to have that "like" in there...
its a win-win situation!