Sunday, June 17, 2007
kraut!
Second semester in thee college of ghetto-über-allies didn't begin until yesterday morning. I've had to do nothing in the way of academics for nearly a month. Who needs brain cells anyway? Goes as follows, but subject to change:Mixed-media art(?): My mum was adamant that in one of my art classes there would "probably be people there who are like you." Her exact words: "Like you." What in fook is that supposed to mean? Maladjusted? Creme-filled? Non-Mormon? I don't know whether to be optimistic, offended, or horrified. Whatever it is, I don't think I found it. I was all sorts of excited at one point because I noticed someone coming out of class who, at sideways glance, looked rivet-esque. He ended up being an ugly death-metal guy. HEH. Still, it goes down as the closest thing resembling a rivethead that I've seen since starting university... or that I've seen in town since the year 1999. (If it weren't for the internet, roadtrips, and mail-order I'd implode.) Here's to hoping my plans for moving next summer work out. (And they will, too. Damn it.)Drawing: I used to do drugs with the professor's son.Math of some sort: Due to a scheduling messup I haven't gotten there yet, which is perfectly fine with me.History: Now this is something else. My professor is a long-haired German guy named Gerhard Grytz. Yes! That's almost as good as Wilhelm Schroder! Almost. He kept tripping over things like he was drunk, and he talks with his hands way too much. Quote of the day: "Plagiarism is the greatest sin of academia!!!!!11!1" *overly-excited in a German accent, with arms flailing about* And-- get this-- we're going to watch Dr. Strangelove. Rock.jesusfuck my head hurts. But it wasn't a bad day...
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Sounds dynomite. Od course you can always befriend the death metal do and do drugs with him and the professors son while watching Dr. Strangelove.
and to think, all i did was rent Parentsdip me in shit and roll me in rice, apparently :D
Creme filling? Is there some "which kind of dount are you quiz" floating around?
He ended up being an ugly death-metal guy. HEH. Still, it goes down as the closest thing resembling a rivethead that I've seen since starting universityconverting metal heads can usually be either an easy task or a near impossible one. i've found that metal heads tend to be more "elite" about their musick than even rivetheads.and it really depends on what kind ov metal head he is. sometimes a ministry mix tape can convert them, unless their into the more extreme stuff, like Anal Cunt or Pigdestroyer. in which case Merzbow usually does it...(what the hell did i just post this for?)
We are one in German-prof appreciation (although mine's relatively balanced). My dude's named Stephan Haag, and he seems pretty cool. We've already been told the story of the test that is administered to conscientious objectors wishing to avoid mandatory military service. They have to prove that they have a conscience. They're asked ridiculous hypothetical questions to which the answers aren't as important as their reactions, just like in Blade Runner: you're sitting on a park bench with an attractive female date in a rough part of town when you are accosted by a serial rapist armed with a knife. You are carrying a submachine gun. What would you do?Plagiarism isn't the greatest sin of academia, at least in the long term. Once the period of time required to get a perspective on scholarly criticism has passed, you notice that all of the scholars essentially say the same thing. Say, did you see the random postmodernity generator?Mixed-media art sounds cool, simply by virtue of the name. Maybe your mom meant that you'll meet others cursed with hexonxonx disease. :p
love is coming to you
Hi. You don't know me, even indirectly, but I have several responses.a) Professorial Germans are awesome.b) The horrible ugly metalhead incident also befell me, except that I thought he, umm, listened to less rhythmic, bleak, and relentlessly grinding but similarly dark-themed music, and it was even worse because I became overwhelmingly self-conscious as he approached and I viewed him out of the corner of my eye. When I turned and looked directly at the hideous, acne-ridden, inferior metalhead, I was dissapointed but also mortified, because I'm so impressionable and image-oriented that this hazy, black figure swimming on the 'ol retina could increase my heart rate and force me to anticipate my erotic bloody high-contrast demise or some shit.
I'm assuming it's the more extreme side of things. I was actually considering starting a conversation with him on Wednesday, but he looked rather pissed off-- or maybe he was just constipated. Is looking constipated part of the "hardcore death metal" image these days? Whatever works.
I saw the generator a few weeks ago. Awesome, awesome. I almost posted a link in my journal but I didn't feel like seeing twenty of them at a time on my "friends" page. Hooo boy. :DThat's probably what she meant, all right. Got the tapeworm, y'know?
a) Definitely. I mean, just for the accent alone. Yow.b) That's great. Too bad I'm not enrolled in a pretentious independent film class. Hmm... on second thought, maybe it's a good thing I'm not.
Coming up behind me, arms poised and wielding a brick aimed at the back of my head?
I sincerely hope not.
Parents... didn't I just turn that into a bad food analogy in your journal?Why, yes! Yes I did. Oh my goth! With rice!!!!
There's no telling what might happen, although I'm kind of scared to find out.
Oops. That should said "donut". What the hell is a dount, I wonder?
absolutely.be wary of bricklayers.
Ooh, scathing.
Scathing? What?
I know exactly how you feel. Balance and boundaries, all difficult when it's not your life, it's a concrete thing that you go and write in when you're so inclined. Sure, you have a decent idea of who/what you really are, but what is being presented? Does it matter? Maybe. I still haven't quite figured out how my new scheme is going to work.I'm'a email you now. =D
i can see my friends list. i have you as a friend. i hope it's all good and well and fine.
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