My sweater is so cozy. I am going to this show
tonight. I will make up a Minnie Mouse costume because I have polka-dot shoes and a red sweater and bow earrings. That is effort. SERIOUSLY. I THOUGHT LONG AND HARD FOR TWO WHOLE MINUTES ABOUT THIS.
Whatever. I'm pretty. My favorite teacher affirmed that I didn't overreact to a grossly misogynistic script just because everyone's an assssshole and my screenwriting teacher told me that that was not an acceptable way to comment (the way I did). So now I feel excellent about it because he is the smartest person I have met at this godforsaken school. Nobody else gives a fuck about anything. No one cares about racism or sexism. Even my friend who majors in women's studies only talks about riot grrrl music and bitch magazine, and when I try to talk about anything real it's like I am talking to myself. Anyhow, I guess I just want my overly pretentious academic talks with my friends back. I really cannot wait to go home, where people at least pretend to care about things that matter.
I'm home from Halloween and ate half a bagel and egg white that I had left over from breakfast. Really interesting stuff. Also going into the movie of my life.
Happy November. I have a paper due at eight pm tomorrow that I haven't started and will apparently do hungover, though hopefully not.
Update because you care: I am not hungover, just very, very sleepy. And have like half of the work for this thing done. I really want to go back to sleep though.
Becky: this paper's song is "Vintage People" by Eisley, if you want to pretend we share a room again.
Edit: Actually Becky, it was "Here" by Woodale, since I forwent the computer and I don't have "Vintage People" on my ipod.
Becky loves me.