Thursday, Sept. 12, 2002 - 10:21 PM

Today was slightly less good (although I was wearing my heart-locket, so it wasn't bad.) My Continental Philosophy course, didn't understand a WORD she was saying. we're talking about course requirements, I stop paying attention for 3 minutes, and all of a sudden we're talking aboud corpses!? And Klaus gave us a disturbing assignment too: we're all going to die on Thursday, Sept. 19th, at 5am. A) Describe how and why and where, B) write your own eulogy, C) describe how you spend your last 24 hours.

I've been bothered about this since class. One of my first thoughts was "Call up Larry and tell him to fuck off," but then I thought, why the Hell would I bother? Why would I bother let him consume my valuable last minutes? So I decided against it. Anyway, it's not like I care enough- I'm just a sucker for wanting to get the final say ;)

Thought maybe.... I'd get married (if I was allowed to...? ;) I'd throw a party, with my few nearest and dearest friends, and my family- Steakhouse Chili, pizza, iced tea and chocolate milk, Demetre's strawberry cheesecake. I'd spend an hour or so writing my will- I want my good friends to have material souvenirs of me, mementos.... To Chriss, I leave The Blue Book, anything from my library, my lamp with the silver and gold stars on it, the Larry-Candelabra, all my jewelry and any clothing (boots?) Anything else she wants. To Rick, I leave my computer, my photos, my music, Fred, my cam, my books on Dali, all my money and my savings bonds, my level 5 painting of the countryside with the cotton-wool sheep on it, anything else he wants.... It's hard. The assignment really has been disturbing me since class. I don't like facing my own mortality, haven't liked it since I seriously started facing it, whenever it was last year... late March.... and this homework is going to give me probs. Right now, I could really do with a hug- not because I'm sad, because I'm not, but because I could do with a hug. Can't wait to see R tomorrow.


Readin' Count Zero (Gibson) / Fifth Elephant (Pratchett)
Listenin' to nuttin'
Thinkin' about Rick =/

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