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Friday, July 28th, 2006
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2:54a
DONE
Holy shit
I never want to type the words "physical self" and "humanism" and possibly "Allah" ever again
I also hate:
Miller
Egypt
Literature
in that order
Why on earth do I take summer classes? Oh yeah, because MILLER'S TEACHING THEM. And I bet I'm going to be the exact same way next semester about Contemporary Short Story. "I hate Miller" blah blah blah and then I'll be breaking my brain for him every single week and giddy over every single compliment (though I have gotten better about that; it's like Bono telling you you rock, you know?).
WHY DO THE GREAT PROFESSORS PUT YOU THROUGH THIS? And why do we keep coming back?
The worst part is, I suspect we've all been working at this insane pace and it's outdone everything he expects of us, but we keep going. We're like little mental slaves. He could start a cult, except instead of drinking cyanide Kool-Aid, we'd probably be ordered to become deans of every writing department in the country and get straight As and not eat any more meat or wear any more leather and adopt fluffy cows as pets. It would be this freaky overachieving vegan cult. I think I may be heading that way, except I'm still a carnivorous infidel. I HAVE STEAK WAITING TO BE ADDED TO CHILI RIGHT MOTHERFUCKING NOW. Ha.
I WANT A COOKIE BOUQUET. THE KIND THAT WAS IN HARVEY BIRDMAN. YES, WITH THE BOMB AND EVERYTHING. Except I don't actually eat cookies that much. I want sauteed spinach and mushrooms, actually, and I think I have some. Now that is a vegan dish I love. A little wine, a little olive oil, some herbs, and spinach and mushrooms, maybe over some wild rice... that's a meal. Mmmm.
I wonder if Miller's a fun drunk, and if we'll get to find out tonight. I wonder if he drinks at all.
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