Oct 31 2008
Happy Halloween!!
what do you mean this blog isn't my essay? you say i'm procrastinating? always complaining about how i have too much to do and not enough time to do it in and yet, here i am, blogging. well, i am in fact blogging, but at this very moment my brain is processing what exactly that paper shall be about. they always have to have a purpose, blast them. so, you see, negative nelly, i am, in fact being productive. narrowing ideas as we, um, speak. and besides, it's halloween, you leave me alone. i gots wings to wear around later and knock into things and only go through doorways sideway with. i'm going to be some sort of black fairy thing. or something. i dunno, i got awesome wings. and fishnets. and i have fishnet arm sleeve things, but since A) it's gonna be freakin' cold and B) my brief trying in them on resulted in red itchy hands and three benadryls, i don't think i'll be wearing them. i got crazy eyelashes too. whatever i am, i'm gonna look cool, even if i do have to wear a long sleeve shirt and chuck taylors cuz we'll be running around downtown hunting zombies. some sort of scavenger hunt thingy with a party or something at the end. sounds fun, and a good way to continue to pretend that i'm not all congested and sore-throated and feeling like poo. i let it win yesterday and (accidentally) slept until noon. but now i must return to my patented i'm-not-getting-sick-i'm-perfectly-fine-coughcoughcough method of healing. it always works out well.
anyway, i suppose i shall progress to transcribing some of my head babble to see if any of can be formed into an intelligent essay. or even reasonably intelligent. the bar gets lower as the semester progresses. until the end of course when the things that count the most appear and it's all AAAARGH i have to do fantastically on the finals! why do i have to be such a perfectionist nerd?
ps rant: why is it that commercials must be at least twice as loud as the shows? or in the case of amc, my dearest amc with its all horror all the time during this season, three, maybe four times as loud. yes, you've gotten my attention, but guess what? instead of making me sit there, rapt, realizing my deep need for whatever you're selling, you make me grumble, hit mute and thereby completely ignore you. and yesterday in fact, you made me change the channel. today, you sneaky bastards, not only are you the only people with horror movies on at 9 in the morning, but you have rob zombie hosting, welcoming me back from commercial breaks in all his rob zombie hotness. check and mate.