random thoughts on 20 october

mood: blargh
music: apwang at noon
CPCetc: ponder ponder ponder

Will's trying to cut his essay down from 666 words to 550 or so. It's terribly amusing.

I have a stomachache. It's increasing in annoyance with each passing minute.

I wonder sometimes if uni is really worth it. Four-to-six more years of school, of listening to old grizzled men talk about things I can't figure out how to understand just so I don't starve as fast...it's a very corrupt system, isn't it? I like to learn. I like discussions. However, I can't understand how calculus is essential to the rest of my life.

Today is the second day in a row that this strange woman has been in class with us. She sits at the corner computer and pings back and forth with her friends. I think she's a representative for one of the universities, but that doesn't explain why she's here.

I need new socks.

I think that once the show is over, I'm going to acquire some form of monetary substance and buy a new notebook. My journal isn't even half-full yet, but I can't bring myself to go back to it. It seems to me that I'm moving on from then, or at least want to. I feel as though there needs to be some sort of symbolic transition wherein I start a new page in life or something ridiculous like that. It sounded better before it was out of my head.

We have a new set of contest papers to start on. I can write about how I support freedom or I can write about how I'm unique. The only problem is, I'm not that patriotic, nor am I unique in any sense that warrants a four-hundred to five-hundred word essay. I doubt the Optimists will take me and I know the VFW won't, despite the fact that my grandfather spent months in Nagasaki way back when.

Essay contests are also corrupt. But I'm really glad that Paige won. I know for a fact that she wrote that paper somewhere in Middle School. Brilliant.

We're opening tomorrow. And I'm not sure if anyone will come.