My computer died.  Sort of.  I'm not sure; maybe it would be better to say my computer is in rehab...recovering from the slashiness and deviantart-ness I forced upon it.  In fact..I was in the middle of reading a Jeeves and Wooster fanfic of the slashy sort when the thing died.  I'm thinking it might have been a message from God;  "you immoral beast" or perhaps "stop wasting your fucking time." 

Next.

Proof that the modern American education system is unsound:
                "i love bein wit my babii. goin to the movies. shopping. gettin my nails did. layin out. & anything FUN!!!"
Yes.  Taken from a girl's listed interests on facebook.  We went to the same high school.  Yes.  It was rather difficult typing that up; I kept adding 'g' to the end of all of her verbs.  

And now:

Today I have had a slice of watermelon, a bowl of Cheerios, mushrooms and cheese (lunch and dinner), a banana, a glob of potato salad, a tomato sandwhich, a slice of pie, animal crackers, and an apple.  

Tomorrow I will have much the same but not the potato salad because it was horrid and probably not watermelon or pie because the university is too cheap to serve good food everyday.  But there will be fish.  Because it is Friday.  So that's something to look foward to, I can get my weekly protein.    


I am trying desperately not to write my paper.  It is due tomorrow.  I have most of it completed, except I can not think of a good objection to Singer's argument that if one is able to prevent suffering one is morally obligated to do so; it is a suprisingly sound argument.  I have one forming in my mind based on the Patrick Wolf lyrics "If you never lose/How you gonna know when you've won/If it's never dark/How you gonna the sun/when it shines." But I can not quite grasp my idea.  I have a feeling it would be a brilliant one if it would only stop bloody dashing away whenever I almost grasp it.

So.  If you read this, I command you to comment.  Yes, I am begging.  I need further distractions.  There are only so many things one can be distracted by in a public setting. 

There is a test Wednesday.

It takes immense talent to write something so ridiculous as to strip the idea of offense.  I am too delighted with the absurdness of the sign to even be indignant.  

There was also a poster with a list of activities one could engage in and beliefs one would uphold that would land one in hell.  I am pretty much damned as most of the list applies to me.  And also apparently (this was on their charming t-shirts) "No homos go to heaven...(back) All homos go to hell."  So at least I will be with all the cool people.


"We may not doubt that society in heaven consists mainly of undesirable persons."  Mark Twain

are awkward.  

We are reading Robinson Crusoe for a literature class.  I changed my major last minute and transferred late into the class, so now I have until Tuesday to read the book and write a paper, but no problem really.  I read this book several years ago but unfortunately am unable to remember more than a man is shipwrecked on an island, which anyone would know, regardless of having read the book or not. 

Anyways, the point of the post is this quote:

"...but was kept by the Captain of the Rover, as his proper Prize, and made his Slave, being young and nimble, and fit for his Business." 

I imagine I was quite unable to appreciate the beauty of this in my first reading as at that point I was rather simple and had yet to be seduced by slash fanfiction.  This one sentence makes the whole book worth re-reading.