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Tuesday 10/24/00
So, what do we have so far (it's 4:15) today? I woke up at four a.m., as it sez in yesterday's entry. Then I went to Bruno's to buy a pizza and cooked it. Then I went to City Cafe with Cole, and after that I updated my webpage. Then I studied for the German test I had at eleven o'clock. I think it and I went ten rounds and I probably won about eight and a half of them. Which, admittedly, isn't as well as I had hoped to do, and coming on the heels of Hestevold's unhestevoldian response to my paper, I am not too confident about my brain's ability to take care of the body that carries it around.
After class, I went to lunch at the Ferg and was appalled at how stupid most people were. Christ Jesus. God. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Then I went to the language lab and asked for Das Versprechen. It was an ordeal to get clearance to watch it, but clearance I got, and I spent until two-thirty p.m. watching it. Like Die Bleierne Zeit, I liked it, but I don't know why. Oh, in the middle of the film I had to get up and go to class (I was late), but I was late because I was bezaubert. Regrettably, the punishment for tardiness is to be two hundred words more than I otherwise would have had to write abou the film. Verdammte Scheiß!
Now I will no doubt spend the next three hours working on my goddamn Metaphysics paper in order to please Hestevold. That magnificent bastard.
I have decided to become more vulgar, since it seems to make me happier. Motherfucker. Jesus sucked a motherfucking cock. Also, I got license today to be bitter, which was very nice. And I kind of identified with the Staatssicherheit guy in Das Versprechen, even though if I met anyone like him I would probably beat him into a bloody pulp if he tried, as in the film, to keep me getrennt from my son.
Fuck! Fuck some shit! I want to go and listen to Frank Sinatra all afternoon! But I can't, not yet, I don't have that kind of time.... oh, and hey! I read the beginning of Allan Bloom's The Closing of the American Mind. It was. . . in English.
Last things: 1. I hate the language lab. They won't let you print anything out and their computers are kind of crappy. and 2.Megan, I made the correction.
That's all for now, but there will probably be more on later.
Oh, and there's this: I'm in the language lab, and She-Boy just bent over, showing its ass to me. Splendid!
(Written on Wednesday just before noon) I didn't do very much at the end of the day. I read over my notes for Metaphysics. I fell asleep on my bed at nine p.m., then awoke at 12:30 to watch Brain Candy, which was not as good as I had thought it was. People believe the most phenomenal things. In the country of the blind...
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