Open the pod bay doors, Hal.
I'm afraid I can't do that, Dave.
Lately I've come to the conclusion that rational autonomy is a hideous bitch goddess. Thank you, world. I promise that some day I will learn to add photos to my blog. No one reads it, so I figure nude pictures of Margaret Thatcher might be the draw for some new demographics.
Writing papers is a mixed gambit. I'm back to nothing on my English paper. Exposition essay based on material from the syllabus. Hopefully Frankenstein gives me what I need for a compare/contrast with Curious Incident.
Adam, why are you sitting near the frigid doorway of Rutherford, watching videos by The Fall and The Residents instead of working on school work?
There was an attempt this week to write a short story. I shut it down in the second paragraph. Instead of just typing and hoping to come up with something, I'm going to try and write out a skeletal framing structure, highlighting what I want to execute with the story. So far the only thing I like is the title, Cinderblock Boy & Brine Girl. But I have a feeling that's a terrible title, and it's so similar to a lot of teen fiction or faux-goth cartoony pining crap. We'll see.
Also, I almost ruined things with a friend this week. But it's mostly from ignoring the lessons of not being honest with people. Not that I lie, but I refrain from expressing any wants or desires. Also I never ask for help.
This is an awful place to study.
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