To be sure I was never wholly certain what to post here. I always found it much easier just to get to the point and be done with it than to actually type something, long , drawn out and meaningful. Knowing the origin of the blog as a sort of public diary (which, insofar as I understand what a diary is supposed to be, is a self defeating exercise) I have decided to use this as a forum to complain about the myriad of mundane problems and inconveniences that I find myself faced with. Hell, If it worked for seinfeld, then why not for me?
This morning I woke up, turned off my alarm, took a shower, and realized I didn't have class. I also realized that instead of setting my alarm for eight am as usual I had set it for six. I'm still not entirely sure how that happend. So I went back to sleep and ended up sleeping into the afternoon. Which is, of course, also irritating.
Earlier this week I had the extreme displeasure of loosing my dayplanner, which means I had to ask many of my professors when stuff they had told me was due, was due. This also proved irritating and rather embaressing. I do not like having to admit to being a complete and utter moron, indeed, I frequently delude myself into thinking that this is not the case. However, given the fact that I lost a book in my own bedroom apparently, I'm forced to admit there can be no other diagnosis.
I won't go on further because I have nothing else to say.
I did read these gems over the week, which I found funny:
"The Two lovers had never met. They were like to hummingbirds who had also never met."
"The duck floated over the water, exactly like a bowling ball wouldn't."
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