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12/25/2003
"Bah humbug."
Am so pissed I cannot sleep, hiaks. Or maybe it's just the sugar talking. Cookies and chocolates, meh. Have a shitload of stuff to do tomorrow, and not much time to do it in.
It's TK's birthday come Friday, and Head of the Trent is almost upon us, which can only mean booze booze and even more booze. I daren't think what it's going to be like, but so far Sarah has plans to stay buzzed from Friday right through to Sunday. Being less ambitious, I'll see how things go.
At times like these I wish uncle was here to drink with me, hiaks. We have good philosophical talks when we drink, methinks.
I don't know if I'm relieved or depressed that I've yet to see any mindfuck books for this year. With the exception of a couple of poems by Yeats (whom my prof refers to as 'Willy' by the way) and Nietzche's The Anti-Christ, have yet to see anything that may potentially screw the mind up. I remember when science fiction and theatre would screw me over for weeks with their stupid existentialist/ realist expression of impressions. It drove me nuts, but damn it all if it wasn't a ride. All that talk about sex and religion and the church and sex andand... yeah, that pretty much summed it up.
It's fun being a cultstudies major ;D
Maybe I'll try sleeping again.
Currently listening to: Vertical Horizon's Goodbye Again
Current emotion: semi-pissed
Random observation: working on "...walking towards sunshine".