Some Random Thoughts At Midnight
It is my second post of the day...or maybe my first since it is almost Wednesday. Oh well.
I just finished my paper for my women writers class. I actually think it is pretty good. It is about naturalism, class, and sexuality and...oh, wait, you don' t care. Wait a minute. Neither do I.
So here are some random thoughts I have wanted to write about but haven't yet because, well, they are random thoughts. But like ipod says, Life is Random, so we should embrace it. Why the hell not? It's midnight and I haven't got shit to do, except read about 160 pages of Zora Neale Hurston and start an oral presentation on W. B. Yeats. Oh well. I'll get to it eventually.
My fiance is snoring on the couch. So Al Bundy like, it is pathetic.
There is a girl in my Milton class who has an ability to make me feel like a garden slug, no matter what. She just always looks perfect. It doesn't hurt that she is tiny and has this perfect strawberry blonde hair. God. But she also has the most amazing wardrobe. And she sits right in front of me, so I have to look at her all goddamn time. I spend way too much time in class wondering where she got that skirt, or that shirt, or this coat. Hell, if I spend all my time actually concentrating on Milton instead of hating her, I could probably be Prof. Savage's best friend and have a martini with him. No shit.
Are all humans by nature competitive or is it a special trait garnered by us females? Because I'm pretty sure we're better at it. Seriously.
Speaking of Milton, here ya go: Many a man lives a burden to the earth; but a good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life. Ain't that just the coolest thing? A little gift from me and the Areopagitica.
The MovieScene guy has a class before my Milton class and always comes out when I'm waiting to go in. Sooo...here we go with a handy dandy list:
Reasons Why The MovieScene Guy is a Genius and Thus, The Sweet to My Bee
1. He can tell you where any movie is in that whole goddamned store, even if it is a Russian movie from 1939 (believe me, I've tried it), and odds are, he's seen it and can tell you about it.
2. He's bettering himself at an advanced age.
3. He runs a tight ship. MovieScene can kick Blockbuster's ass anyday of the week. Yeah, Blockbuster, you just try to bring it with your No Late Fees. His foreign film section will take you down to Chinatown and back, bitch.
4. He's got a new style now, and well, it takes guts to work the shaggy look.
5. He drinks tea out of a coffee mug. And men who drink tea rock. Hard.
6. He once used the words "socialist realism" in conversation. Before he came to Tucker to get some larnin'. Damn.
Reasons Why Don Slater is the Devil
1. Wavy 10 sucks.
2. He's always wrong.
3. He says stupid stuff like, "There's a recipe for snow, and we've got all of the ingredients! More at 11." Dumb bastard.
4. Wavy 10 sucks.
5. He needs to go down to Newschannel 5 in Bristol, VA, where he can learn some damn good weather abilities from my main man, Johnnie Wood, a man who loves Ryan's Steakhouse, yet can tell you if it's actually going to snow or not.
Suffice it to say, I have had it with the weather men up here. I have determined that the weather is inversely related to whatever I have on. Case in point: today I wear a 3/4 length sleeve shirt with a light blazer. Cold as shit. Tomorrow I will wear a parka, and I'll get a sunburn. No shit.
I should read and then go to bed. I should clean my living room.
I was dissapointed by L&O: SVU tonight. Not enough sex, too many victims (or rather, too many special victims, not enough unit). And who cares if Stephanie March comes back? She was a bitch then, and she's a bitch now. I ain't cryin' no tears because she has to move to BFE, Nebraska and sell insurance because some guy tried to kill her. I want perversion, dammit. If you can't give me that, shut up, and at least show Stabler, because well, for obvious reasons, I loves me some Stabler.
Must go. Have a good un!
I just finished my paper for my women writers class. I actually think it is pretty good. It is about naturalism, class, and sexuality and...oh, wait, you don' t care. Wait a minute. Neither do I.
So here are some random thoughts I have wanted to write about but haven't yet because, well, they are random thoughts. But like ipod says, Life is Random, so we should embrace it. Why the hell not? It's midnight and I haven't got shit to do, except read about 160 pages of Zora Neale Hurston and start an oral presentation on W. B. Yeats. Oh well. I'll get to it eventually.
My fiance is snoring on the couch. So Al Bundy like, it is pathetic.
There is a girl in my Milton class who has an ability to make me feel like a garden slug, no matter what. She just always looks perfect. It doesn't hurt that she is tiny and has this perfect strawberry blonde hair. God. But she also has the most amazing wardrobe. And she sits right in front of me, so I have to look at her all goddamn time. I spend way too much time in class wondering where she got that skirt, or that shirt, or this coat. Hell, if I spend all my time actually concentrating on Milton instead of hating her, I could probably be Prof. Savage's best friend and have a martini with him. No shit.
Are all humans by nature competitive or is it a special trait garnered by us females? Because I'm pretty sure we're better at it. Seriously.
Speaking of Milton, here ya go: Many a man lives a burden to the earth; but a good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life. Ain't that just the coolest thing? A little gift from me and the Areopagitica.
The MovieScene guy has a class before my Milton class and always comes out when I'm waiting to go in. Sooo...here we go with a handy dandy list:
Reasons Why The MovieScene Guy is a Genius and Thus, The Sweet to My Bee
1. He can tell you where any movie is in that whole goddamned store, even if it is a Russian movie from 1939 (believe me, I've tried it), and odds are, he's seen it and can tell you about it.
2. He's bettering himself at an advanced age.
3. He runs a tight ship. MovieScene can kick Blockbuster's ass anyday of the week. Yeah, Blockbuster, you just try to bring it with your No Late Fees. His foreign film section will take you down to Chinatown and back, bitch.
4. He's got a new style now, and well, it takes guts to work the shaggy look.
5. He drinks tea out of a coffee mug. And men who drink tea rock. Hard.
6. He once used the words "socialist realism" in conversation. Before he came to Tucker to get some larnin'. Damn.
Reasons Why Don Slater is the Devil
1. Wavy 10 sucks.
2. He's always wrong.
3. He says stupid stuff like, "There's a recipe for snow, and we've got all of the ingredients! More at 11." Dumb bastard.
4. Wavy 10 sucks.
5. He needs to go down to Newschannel 5 in Bristol, VA, where he can learn some damn good weather abilities from my main man, Johnnie Wood, a man who loves Ryan's Steakhouse, yet can tell you if it's actually going to snow or not.
Suffice it to say, I have had it with the weather men up here. I have determined that the weather is inversely related to whatever I have on. Case in point: today I wear a 3/4 length sleeve shirt with a light blazer. Cold as shit. Tomorrow I will wear a parka, and I'll get a sunburn. No shit.
I should read and then go to bed. I should clean my living room.
I was dissapointed by L&O: SVU tonight. Not enough sex, too many victims (or rather, too many special victims, not enough unit). And who cares if Stephanie March comes back? She was a bitch then, and she's a bitch now. I ain't cryin' no tears because she has to move to BFE, Nebraska and sell insurance because some guy tried to kill her. I want perversion, dammit. If you can't give me that, shut up, and at least show Stabler, because well, for obvious reasons, I loves me some Stabler.
Must go. Have a good un!
posted by Southern Belle at 12:12 PM
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