In the spirit of this thread which sank like a stone, I welcome you to my brain. Let’s step inside, shall we?
-Ok, the laundry should be done around 3:30 or 4, and I should leave for Nym’s after that. I wonder what my ultra-paranoid brother would say about me meeting people that I only know online? I mean, after all, he thinks taking the Red Line from anywhere south of downtown means Instant Death.
-What the hell am I going to write my final paper about? Maybe my professor will let me reargue what I wrote my second paper about. I mean, I’m more interested in skepticism regarding other minds than the question of natural religion. I mean, Hume’s Dialogues are interesting, but I can’t bring myself to be able to argue philosophically about the nature/existence of God. At least we’ll be discussing morality next quarter. More Hume, and some Kant, with a touch of American Transcendentalism. Good schtuff.
-Ah, hell. I still have to study more for that goddamn Civ final. Why is that bitch giving us a final instead of a paper? And why is she testing us over every single one of the 50-some texts we read? Why does she want us to fail? It’s not like it reflects well on her, either. Agh. I’ll stop being petulant now.
-I hate doing laundry.
- I hope my friend’s not mad at me for leaving the party early. But it was so boring! Drinking’s great, but I don’t want to just sit there staring at people.
-Where did people get the idea for bunny slippers? I mean, who was the person who saw two rabbits and decided, “Hey! I’ll hollow those two out and wear them on my feet, and people will think it’s cute! I think I’ll dye them pink for good measure and a little extra postmortem humiliation for bunny rabbits everywhere.” Or maybe whoever it was was wronged by a rabbit and decided to make an example of him and his best friend.
- My toenails are sparkly red. When the hell did I paint my toenails??
-God, my half of the room is a mess. Oh, well. I’ll clean it up eventually… like when I move out.
My brain hurts.
Why do I like the boards and chat more that IRL interaction? It can’t be just the anonymity of it all, can it?