Had Biology, he performed the experiment which he botched on Monday, the enzyme thing. There were some weird results. This one kid in it I swear is gay. He’s one of those ass-kisser know it all geeks, but in a good but vaguely annoying way. The voice, walk, and mannerisms scream subtly “gay.” I have impeccable gaydar. I know it even if they don’t know it yet. This one guy in Biology had amazing boots, I was so jealous, but he was wearing a hideous hedge-green vest so I could definitely console myself. This one lady in Bio is sooo dumb. I mean, the really really fat stupid ladies used to ask a bunch of dumb questions, but they’ve stopped and now this one fifty-ish skinny lady with glasses and long hair has been involved in many a wrong answer. I am constantly amused, because there is this girl in Bio that used to be in my philosophy class, and I saw her writing her “meaning of life” paper, with god every other word. What’s so funny is that she is a flagrant imbecile, which confirms my thesis: those who believe in “god” are supid and weak. I hope someday I’m proven wrong, but she makes me laugh inside every time she gets a bad grade or says a wrong answer. I gain SO much sadistic pleasure from seeing stupid people fail–I don’t think my life would be the same without it. Oh, speaking of–um–tests–yeah, Jordan has been saying that he’s been having like two tests a day at the beauty school, he says it’s been quite arduous. Well, obviously I’m paraphrasing when I use SAT vocabulary, but still. I wonder what the tests are on. Hmm. I couldn’t sleep last night, I was really missing him. We didn’t really get to see each other today, I rode home with my dad at four and he was lazy and decided not to come over. I wasn’t really missing him until late, like twelve or one. I just wanted to hold him. :( But anyway, I ended up starting Bertrand Russell’s A History of Western Philosophy–which to my dismay this morning is this really huge book. It’s got my brain buzzing about the Minoans and the Phoenicians. I think that the Phoenicians are the key to unlocking this mystery of the world that I’ve been trying to unravel. It’s strange, the past is appearing as this epic story in my mind, from the Phoenicians taking written language from the Babylonians and Egyptians, giving it to the Greeks, the descending of the Indo-European language into all its’ forms–the evolution of English into the modern language–my brain is coarsing with knowledge. I really hope I finish A History of Western Philosophy–I would be so much more intelligent. It would be the equivalent of taking Freneau’s class on Western philosophy at a real college. I think we have a test in his Religions of the World on Tuesday. If it’s today I’m going to flagrantly fail it, but I am 100% sure he said Tuesday, and 98% sure he was referring to test day. I saw the weirdest thing on C-SPAN today. They opened the House of Representatives, and then this priest guy got up and started preaching!? I was like, WHAT THE FUCK? While I was sleeping did they take the separation of church and state clause out of the constitution? Fucking bible-thumping conservatives. Fuck them all. They are all talking out their asses. Blah blah blah, “balanced budget”(we haven’t been writing in black ink since the 1830s). Fuck them all. I thought this was edifying, it’s from the U.S. treasury website:
“The total public debt is largely a legacy of war, economic recession, and inflation. It represents the accumulated deficits in the Government’s budgets over the years. The United States first got into debt in 1790 when it assumed the Revolutionary war debts of the Continental Congress. At the end of 1790, the gross public debt was approximately $75 million. For a brief period in the mid-1830′s the public debt was virtually zero. At the start of World War I in 1916, the public debt was $1 billion. It then rose to a peak of $26 billion in 1919 to finance the war. The debt declined for the next decade. During the Great Depression of the 1930′s, however, the debt increased from $16 billion to $42 billion. During the Second World War the public debt rose sharply to a peak of $279 billion in 1946. From its postwar low in 1949, the outstanding public debt grew gradually for nearly the next two decades. Then, beginning at the time of the Vietnam War in the mid-1960′s, the rate of the debt’s increase accelerated sharply.”
http://www.ustreas.gov/education/faq/markets/national-debt.html
But anyway. I can’t wait until photography tonight, I get to develop prints from the negatives I developed last class meeting, and the whole time is pure lab time. I hope everybody leaves but the photography girl and Wyoming Amy. I should find out the photography girl’s name. Oh, Jordan talked to me last night about how distant he’s been lately–he conceded that perhaps he shouldn’t have read my blog. I asked him if he’d read it since the last time (weeks ago) and he’s all “no.” I was all “Well, if you’re going to read it you have to keep up–whenever you read it is just how I’m feeling that day, not forever.” Last time he read it I was pissed at him for the unsavory Valentine’s Day episode. But anyway, he said that he likes going out with me and I agreed that he made me happy too. So I guess that’s all that matters. He’s going to try to get rid of his gunea pig, he says it’s stinking up his room. I felt like saying “That’s what you get when you put rodents in your room. What do you think they’d do, smell like bakery-fresh cinnamon rolls?” But I didn’t. I’ve just been very anti-rodent since I’m reading The Plague. He’s still going to have the hamster though–I’m not thrilled at that. I’m not a fan of rodents, as I said earlier. Mostly I’m not a fan of anything that shits indiscriminately. Wearing my nihilist shirt under my sweater, I’m going to show it to Molly, and the photography girl’s hot friend–I’m going to call him the photography guy, even though he’s not in the class. If he thinks it’s clever I’m so going to have his babies. Damn it, it’s raining again. You know, I used to love the rain, but now that I don’t have shoes, just sandals, I hate it. I used to frolic in the rain when I had normal shoes, but now I have to stay inside or my feet get sopping wet for the rest of the day.
My dad was in a decidedly angst-ridden this morning, watching C-SPAN he blurted out angrily “They’re like heroin addicts–except with money. Money is heroin to them.” Eh, we all have our days when we feel like we have no hope. Mine has lasted eighteen years. I’m kind of depressed because of something I’ve observed. Camus’ novels usually take place around Morocco, Spain, North Africa, and such–because that’s where he’s from. What disturbs me is that I’m from Crescent City. So are all my novels going to revolve around this place? De-fucking-pressing. I had tea this morning (yum, Earl Grey) so I’m going to be wide awake this morning (a rare ocurrence). Perhaps I’ll retire to the library to read, it’s too dark in here with the storm and everything. I think I’m going to ask my political science teacher about the House of Representatives champlain. Perhaps he has a “get out of separation of church and state free card.” I wish I did. Except replace “separation of church of state” with “paying for college.” Random Family Guy joke:
Lois: Did you pay the power bill?
Peter: If by “pay the power bill” you mean “imagine a naked lady,” then yes, Lois, I paid the power bill.
Oh shit, it’s the 26th. I need to re-file my FAFSA. Fuck a monkey. Must make an appointment with Martha Roy.
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