Life needs change.

CONSPIRACY THEORY #20041123

 

one day, i will create my own downfall. i am taking on the big G. why do i ALWAYS choose the more difficult topics for my papers? i think it was stephie that coined the phrase “mill paper,” and rather than EVER writing a mill paper, i give myself a daunting task of taking on the big G. (by the way, don’t think stephie’s all that great since she’s going to hawaii for her reading week. biatch!) anyhow, the big G is, griselda pollock. she’s known as THE authority of feminist art history in the uk, maybe even in the western canon of art history. and i am critiquing her theories and ideologies. why do i do this to myself?

 

interestingly enough, the big G is a prof at u of leeds which is a school that rejected me. so mayhaps this is my subconscious revenge on that school and that’s why i’m critiquing her.

 

“the 10:24 seaford train on platform 8 to hastings has been delayed due to technical difficulties.” it was 10:35 on my watch. “yay! i can catch the ‘earlier’ train and get to class without having to rush,” i thought. so i got into the train and stood there listening to my discman as time went by. 10:42… ok, this is the time for the next train, but the i’m on the 10:24 and it’s still in the station… EH?. and then on the pa system i hear, “this is the southern service to hastings, we apologize for the delay, but we are currently awaiting a driver.” HUH? no driver??? aaaaaaahahahahahahahaa sooooooooo funny!

 

eeeeeheheheee! we have our sink back! no more carrying buckets of water from the bathroom to the kitchen to wash the dishes. naice! the pipe has been replaced. fabulous! so whoever it was that left the dirty pot had better clean it up. that’s right kids, i TOLD the slob to take out the trash leftover from last night. muhahahahaha! but then my suspicions were true… the reason why he was so thrilled that he didn’t have to wash the dishes was true. he’d just take CLEAN cutlery from the kitchen everytime he ate tv dinners or something. so a pile of plates and cutlery appeared from his room yesterday. i guess i’ll have to wash the cutlery again!

 

spencer said he’s going to name his son jack daniels and his daughter stella artois, spoken like a TRUE alkie! so i told him about pushpin sang and exit wong. apparently there’s a huge weed culture here and there’s loadsa people that smoke up every night. yikes, if they gave ME the money that they spend on weed, i’d be RICH! he went kayaking last night! that’s SO cool i wanna do it too! but it’s prolly too cold. although you do get to wear a wetsuit. i tink i’ll try it when it gets warmer, it’s pretty cheap only like £5. naice! i ‘ve realized that i keep talking about spencer and james. but i see one or the other on the regular since i go to the gym every other day and they’re naice people. plus, i AM a guy’s girl. i don ‘t think i can relate to a blonde, blue-eyed brit quite as well as a jock.

 

 

 

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