I wonder all the time.....

[bettoney]

I wonder what I am. Am I an intellectual? Am I an idiot? Why do I feel the need to group people into these two broad categories? Surely I know the world is full of spectrums. That's one of the main points they teach in college, after all, isn't it? But I need to do it, I'm compelled to try and understand my place in the world, and I need to know if

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[ragingimpotence]

hey, i'm going to burning man, i know a couple of other people from bloomington going....
like...vonduper, or absurdious(livejournal names)

are you still going?

[cheshire_girl]

I don't even have TV but I already feel so middle class American - lazy, bored, seeking passive entertainment to accompany my fast food. Gross. None of it makes sense if I think back on the past few years. But, life is an uphill battle and fortunately, thanks to high couture, we have Ugg boots and those cute printed rubber rain boots to keep our feet warm. Wow, are we lucky.this is wonderful

[nadebug]

omg it is teh Julia!
and yes, I do recognize you from Bloomington.

profundity abound

[blokemare]

best last line of a post.

i burned you fischerspooner's new cd. asskicking synths.

ooble ghouble.
b
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[nadebug]

Why do you feel the need to know WHAT you are? Is there really a point in trying to find one's own "place" in the world? I don't believe people ARE anything except what they make themselves be; people only belong where they make themselves belong. I don't believe people have pre-determined places/destinies/essencies (in philosophical terms, read Sartre). It's all a matter of the sum of the decisions you've made MAKING who you are, not some precondition that IS you.

I've had the same problem with learning this semester. I know, at least for me, it's because I just don't find it (computer science) interesting anymore. I am aware of the fact that I am putting a mental block on anything I learn.

Huge sentences are for intellectualites.

[talonxpool]

Speeking of haute couture, or however the fuck you spell it, I haven't seen nor heard from you in forever, every time I check livejournal I click "friends" close my eyes and hope to find a sweet little nugget of bethany brain for the reading, but alas they are few and far between because thats how you post--I guess this all really has nothing to do with haute couture, but yeah, so the fuck what, long live the Bethany.

no gods, no rulers;
jizzrod.