That was the last thing I would have ever expected. Especially now of all times. I don't know what to do. I feel really lonely. I guess that's why I'm posting here.

The good news is the vacation was amazing and exactly what I needed, the bad news is I'm back in the United States of, and thusly the vacation is no longer. I've been gone for so long when I woke up I had to figure out where I was despite being in my own bed. Then I wondered where Zoe was, fortunately this time we're only on separate sides of the ( Read more... )

I hate the world. And I hate that that hatred comes easier because privilege and I hate that I fail at everything and I hate that I have to wake up tomorrow. I feel so incapable of ever being anything more than a wreck and that regardless of how far I ever escape, wreck is at the center of mass and thus wreck will pull me back again.

( Terrible image. Who cares. On the way to be bound. )

More on Baudrillard... And if anyone is wondering, I am deeply troubled by the fact that my hatred of his ideas is driving me to seek out more of them. More imporantly, from the jacket of one the English version his next to last book, the Spirit of Terrorism ( Read more... )

I'm pretty sure you cross some sort of line when you consult Baudrillard to post on someone's facebook wall.

Anyone want to volunteer to be my 3rd or 4th alarm clock tomorrow morning , i.e. calling me at 9 or 10 in he morning so I definitely turn in my thesis rather than oversleep?

So I'm supposed to have a final draft of my thesis to Kathy in like... 36 hours. Fuck.

Four days.

I really like Seattle. One thing I like about Seattle is that I notice little kids (including bratty middle and early HS aged kids) of different races hanging out together. You don't really see that much in Chicago. I'm not sure this speaks so much well of Seattle as it speaks poorly of Chicago. Or maybe both. I suppose it would also be nice if ( Read more... )