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Sep 30, 2003

Tuesday Evening Update Part Four

Biographia Literaria is the worst hunk of dung to be produced in the entire romantic period. If only Coleridge had shot himself like a proper junkie before writing it, the world would be a noticeably better place. I hated every endlessly drawn out second of it, and I was reading a mere series of highlights. Aaaagh.

And I have to go to the R&B today at 4:30 so I can desperately beg the resident expert on contacting bands to give me pointers for this whole Radiohead thing. I'm really running up to the wire here and it's frying my nerves.

I have had another Psychology test, and I have an English exam Thursday. Fucking early romantics and their long-winded Biographisitiosus Literabiliosos.

I went through a laborious rewrite on that blasted architecture thingy. The finished product adheres to absolutely no journalistic style standards because if I didn't write it in a totally casual voice with heavy use of second person and imperatives, I would have just died of author's anguish.

Yesterday the R&B ran a really hilarious op-ed. I would have been proud to have mine passed over for that, but it wasn't. According to Lona, the opinions editor, the article is being held off. I asked her why, and she said she couldn't remember. I gave her my e-mail address so she could tell me if she remembered. She hasn't. Fucking brilliant.

Brandonn did something nice to me last week; he gave me a ride. That very day Robbie talked to the office and we're in the process of kicking him out. I am a little annoyed at the chronology of all this, as now I'm having pangs of guilt. Brad and Robbie and I are going to meet at some time to discuss everything.

My pangs of guilt were lessened by his recent activities, which included inviting over the loudest person I have ever come into contact with, smoking a really ridiculous amount of Marijuana, realizing that the entire apartment reeked of it, and then opening all the doors and windows with the AC fan on full blast. Of course, the fucking MORON didn't bother to turn the cooling system itself off. I caught it and rectified the situation, but only after a couple hours. Our next bill is going to be stratospheric.

Speaking of bills, cable? Definitely due tomorrow. Definitely haven't gotten a cent from Brandonn. He probably can't see the bill in the fucking pigsty he's made of our common room. Not only has he got a collection of all the mail he has ever received (in mint unopened condition) gathering on our dining room table, but he's also got the remains of every meal he's ever eaten rotting on the coffee table.

And still I feel guilty about trying to get rid of him!!!

I have absolutely no food but there's no way I'll be able to go to the grocery store tonight. Hopefully Robbie will be amenable to eating out. Considering Brandonn's monopolization of the common area, he shouldn't be difficult to convince.

Lame Poem of the Week / "Too Much Sun" (I think it's a song too)

Tears and jitters
Twitching digits
Shaking nervous energy
Eyeballs quiver
Churning stomach
Strange disjointed malady

I can feel my body going numb
Fatigued my nerves afire
I think I have gotten too much sun

Tapping fingers
Heartbeat skipping
Find it hard to concentrate
Half-heard laughter
Schizophrenic
Brain begins to percolate

Staring down the barrel of a gun
I'm starting to perspire
I think I have gotten too much sun

Growing stubble
Tingling muscles
Stirred up like a leafy breeze
Jump at shadows
Motive treadmill
Curses screamed in Japanese

I think I could use a little rum
And Coke if you'd oblige?
I think I have gotten too much sun

Accomplishment of the Week
I finished one of the R&B crosswords in its entirety, with only one correction necessary halfway through the process. Go me!

Activity of the Week
Definitely drinking a lot of Frosty Joes. Definitely not eating breakfast. This is definitely not doing anything for a peaceful state of mind.

Professorial Idiocy of the Week
You get three, since I didn't really give one last time.

1. Marine Science Prof: "Why do braves wake rackwards?"

2. Psychology Prof: "Sometimes I'm surfing the net and I come across these cute pictures, and then I base the whole lesson around them."

3. Psyc again, in a related incident: "I saw this picture and it struck me -- this cat is having a hard time falling asleep!"

I've started taking cartoon notes in Psychology (an activity I highly recommend for those content-light, repetition-heavy lectures), and for that last I drew a little cat with these tremendous bags under its eyes. I wish I had a scanner so I could show you.






Anyway, until next time, be happy! And don't kill each other too much!
Nick ::: 4:11 PM ::: 0 comments

Sep 29, 2003

"The question is not 'Should Arafat leave Israel?' The question is 'Why hasn't everybody left Israel?'" --- The Onion

Nick ::: 12:47 PM ::: 0 comments

I'm really feeling the need to retool this blog, but until I get the net and photoshop in my room you're stuck with this UGA scheme. In the meantime I have provided a Radiohead lyric which I think is very deep and indicative of my current mood. I was thinking of using something from Kubla Khan, which I recently read for english lit, but projectile desserts are just so much more "me."

I am rereading The Great Gatsby. Nick Carraway is a tool, Jay Gatsby is my hero, and the novel is even better the second time around.

I also watched an episode of South Park yesterday. If you don't think you like that show (I'm looking at you, Caroline), I suggest you give it another try. "Rob Schneider is...a Carrot!" Such hilarity! Reno-911 is also very good. The Man Show, not so much.

I'm still avoiding that damn architecture rewrite. Bugger.
Nick ::: 12:36 PM ::: 0 comments