Tuesday night in Bardland...
Fucking hockey bastards are yelling shit in the TV. Goddamnit, they don't even live in my fucking dorm and they get the TV and I don't get to watch real world? I have been Real world-less for almost a month now and I'm about to beat myself. I know, the show is stupid, but I need the human drama I can only get from a reality show with such a calibur as the Real World. I would suffice with getting some real human drama for myself but that's difficult...that means going to West Point or something rediculous like that...and I really hate going to West Point..duty, honor, country and such. =(
I'm listening to the City of Angels soundtrack to soothe my jangled nerves. The movie fucking blew but the soundtrack isn't half bad.
I'm very tired of reading Rawls. He is interesting but his words lack a certain energy that would actually make him interesting. Thank the Lord Political philosophy is over and I'm done with everything except Dave's damn papers...and he's going to hate these papers too. Hopefully my government classes will be more forgiving. James Chace seems like a nice guy...I hope my research papers on Military involvement in Soviet Nuclear Technology will melt his heart. He's a cute old man...I would love to get on his good side...I've got one Pulitzer Prize winner who loves me...let's see if i can get the former foreign editor of the New York Times to love me too.
I know, i know...that sounds kind of pathetic...but I didn't ask Liz Frank to love me...I just went to her office with The Education of Henry Adams and told her i wanted to write a paper on it. She lit up like a fucking xmas tree and now she insists on being my advisor. So, I will let her advise.
This summer hopefully i will relax and build up my vocabulary for reading. I'm going to look in Barnes and Noble for some good political reads...maybe about the Florida voting procedure...that seems interesting. The Bush Dislexicon was great reading...of course, i read it post September 11th when everyone loved old Georgy Boy...but now he's back making an idiot of himself. Not even the death of innocent civilians will save you now buddy boy. I have a picture saved on my computer of George W's face when Andy Card whispered in his ear about 9/11...he looks like a deer in headlights...it's a very amusing picture...if anyone wants to see it, i'll send it to you.
Well, here I am sans Real World. I wonder what's going on in the apartment in Chi-Town tonight? Kara's trying to have sex, Kyle and Kerri are mad at each other, Theo is doing something, Chris is bartending and being the straightest gay man ever, Aneesa is being that sassy lesbian walking around naked, and Tonya is pissing blood again...
Now, don't you wish you were watching!
I gotta go clean...we have guests coming and the room looks like one of the bowling alleys, I mean bathrooms in our dorm.
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