Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Being || frustrated
Why am I so fucking non-confrontational all the time?
Sam | {} | filed under: vent
wednesday, october 25, 2006
(status courtesy of Sam)
Being || Sam as of junior year
Random || "In fair Verona, where we lay our scene..."
on the imposèd rei(g)n of lady capulet, an entity having not been seen for many a moon:
I CAN'T GO TO THE MIDORI CONCERT?!?!?!?!
what?! because of the stanford app?!?!?
but..but..but but--- there's a frick-in mountain there!!!!!!!
CURSES UPON YOUR ANCESTORS
CURSES!!!!
Anya | {} | filed under: vent
Friday, October 20, 2006
Writing || poem #1 & #3
Feeling || frustrated
Why the hell do I work so hard in Poetry, if things are only going to be messed up in the end anyway? It isn't even my fault this time, and I don't really blame Henry for missing the leadership meeting since he's just about as overloaded as I am. So what am I supposed to do? Who can I yell at?
Feels rather Grapes of Wrath-ish to be sitting here wondering who I can shoot to make things better. I wonder if the Joads ever contemplated suicide. Just a thought.
And no, I'm not thinking about physical suicide. More like academic suicide. Or just go on strike. That sounds pretty good. Too bad it's still first semester and we haven't even reached the 12 week grading period. Friggin--
It just seems so incredibly unfair that even though it wasn't my fault that Henry missed leadership, I get docked a bajillion points, plus Henry's probably beating himself over the head with a mass of 9.3 kg times the acceleration due to gravity (g = 9.80 meters per second per second) and will most likely lose all those excellent brain cells. Why is it that the mistake of one person gets translated to the idiocy of our entire class, and therefore every last one of us gets blamed and punished for it?
I'm tired and I really just don't want to have to deal with this right now. Looks like I'll either skip the rally or take up semi-permanent residence in the poetry room and library.
Damnit. You have to give me credit for having a much calmer rant than I intended. I rather skillfully crafted out the swearing.