80.

Is the mark I got on one of the papers I wrote the day before it was due. While this reaffirms how awesome I am, I really should avoid this behaviour. Seriously.

One week left!

Weirdness.

There is a weird in the air today. I'm not sure what it is or where it's from.

They took a vote and said no.

I'm not really a fan of Christmas or Winter or anything. This isn't to say that neither have their perks. Christmas gave me a job and I guess family and caring for people is alright. Without winter I couldn't wear sweaters and be cozy and sometimes it's really, really pretty and amazing. But currently I really glad it's winter because it means I can listen to the Sufjan Stevens quintuple Christmas album without feeling like it's kind of of wrong.

I did another one day essay yesterday. 2000 words on Jean-Paul Sartre's view of nothingness and negation and how it relates to freedom in our every day lives. For spending about 6 hours writing and basing it off about 20 pages from a text I'm pretty pleased. However, the fact that I'm pleased is not a good thing. If I can continually churn out decent papers the day before and be pleased with them I am setting myself up for failure and heart ache.

I like my job. I think. And when school is all done, I think my sanity and ability to enjoy things more readily will return. School by the way, has destroyed me consistently for the past two weeks. Two months of slacking off caught up with me in a big way and I think I learned my lesson.

Next semester should be fun, Developmental Psych, an Interdisciplinary class about the ethics behind new technology and the media, Social and Political Philosophy and Ethics in Philosophy. Hurrah for another reading and writting heavy semester!

Seriously.

Jokes and things.

How many Lutherans does it take to change a lightbulb?

....Change?

How many punks does it take to change a lightbulb?

None, punk doesn't change anything.

Did you know that it is more likely for a book on Ethics to be stolen from a library than any other kind of philosophy book?

My boss at HMV yesterday basically told me I have a job where I can pretty much choose my hours for when the Christmas season is over. This made me happy. I'm also the only temp who really knows how to do anything.

There are tooo many records I want to buy and not enough money to do this, but am only too capable of doing.

I've gotten really good at procrastinating.

Mustache

Brad Pitt with a mustache makes me wish I could grow one. Le sigh.

I should cut down my chaloric intake.

Landscape With The Fall of Icarus

According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring

a farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantry

of the year was
awake tingling
near

the edge of the sea
concerned
with itself

sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings' wax

unsignificantly
off the coast
there was

a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning


By William Carlos Williams.

Just because I knew it was going to happen doesn't mean I was ready for

Jason Mewes' penis.