So it looks like we're off on another war. I was 10 or 11 when the last Gulf War happened. It was the first time I became aware that Canada wasn't the centre of the universe. I don't remember it being terribly successful, all in all. So I'm not looking forward to the next few months. Or years.
With any luck, we'll be bombed in our beds and I won't have to write all those damn essays.
12:16am
Working on damn essay.
Discovering with horror that I might actually like a Kid Rock song ("Picture", with Sheryl Crow.) I fucking hate that rednecked trailer trash. FUCK I hate him. Warmonger.
Also have sneaking suspicion I might like Eminem, the ultimate postmodern asshole. Guy in class did a presentation on him today, and played the song "When The Music Stops," which I really liked- that sarcastic, ironic style, making fun of everyone, like a more intelligent Bloodhound Gang. He's still an asshole, but a smart one. And dammit, he is a good rapper. Y'know, if I was into that shit and all.
Working on stupid "Naked" essay. Maybe half done. Kill me now.
Planning a trip to Barrie on Friday, if R ever gets over his angst and checks in with his grandmother ( =p!) Day trips don't figure largely in our relationship, so a change of scenery will be fun :)
Back to the grind...
Readin' "The Last Hero" (pratchett) & "England, England" (Barnes)
Listenin' to nothing much.
Thinkin' about Sleep. Dying curled up in a corner. The usual.
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