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wit paper deadline is TONIGHT!!! DUN DUN DUNNNNN... daylight come and me wanto go home. so i woke up around 2... AM. after a nap. a "short" nap. i'm becoming nocturnal. that's not good. i'm normally not a vampire at all. not even a little bit. paper due in...16 hours and 45 minutes. 44 minutes for the 9:59:59 award. i'll have it done, hopefully. i wish i were more creative with the topic. topic: "live free or die" like many mottoes, this one reflects an ideal that may or may not be realizable in the real world. and like many mottoes it is a topic which is directly relevant to all five of the thinkers whose works we have considered since the midterm examination- john stuart mill, charles dickens, karl marx, charles darwin, and sigmund freud. Write a paper on thie topic, taking the following form: select two of the thinkers listed in the preceeding paragraph; devote about a third of the paper to articulating ont thinker's ideas in relation to the mottoe (some aspects your thinker might look at are: is it possible to realize that motto?, is it desirable to try to realize that goal?; what does it mean to "live free" anyway?; etc. these queries were only intended as suggestions of some ways your thinker could approach the question). Devote a second or so of the paper to articulating one other thinker's ideas about the topic. finally, devote about 1/3 of the paper to your reasoned response to/ evaluation of the previous thinker's ideas. end of topic. oh dr. larson. i am far too dumb for this. (^_^) it's due at 10 though... so maybe i can ask some smart friends for a proofreadin'. so roomie and i got breakfast with #3 on our "top ten guys at hendrix that we wanna bang" (though we both have a conscience and i'm a virgin) heh heh. i should start my paper. i'm dumb. a dumb bum. if only theatre were a promising career. ::laugh:: art. dance. theatre. singing? flute. dinosaur morphing abilities. can make ungodly looking faces. my resume gets more impressive each time i make it. everybody's doin' the fish. yeah yeah yeah. kt has a diary now. all of us have one. like some chat room that we all go to. it's nice to know how people are doing. these things work better when you don't know if people are reading them or not, but i'm generally a pretty open person so i guess knowing me is the same as reading my "online diary". diary is such a silly word. it's like.. if i had a website it would probably contain the same things. but for some reason i get embarrased when i'm like.. online diary. it seems so dweebie. i just used the word dweebie. i'd like to know exactly who reads this though... but most of the time i don't care. if my parents read it i think i would be ok with it. there's really noting on here that i wouln't tell them. ummmmmmm... spring break. (^_^) so there's this guy... yeah... it's too warm in here. i think i'm pitting. austin and i are typeing singing dashboard. i never thought it would end like this. just because i've got no tits, i'll shave my legs, i'll wear a bra... i'll even cut my penis off for you! awwww.. that's so sweet.... she has a girlfriend now... yaye reel big fish. the most bitter happy sounding band ever. MEOW. hey ghostbusters... who did we decide on... am i the black dude or the chick with my haircut that has kinkyness with egon? my beckyliscious is going out tonight. and will tell me EVERYTHING (grin) tomorrow when we make our saturday dinner. chadical dude! if it's late and you're feeling randomly hyper and wanna go do something stupid and childish... don't be a stranger. (^_^) ok tony danza... so i slept all day. i am IN CONTROL! I SWEAR! hope you guys had fun tonight. i'm too much of a winner to hang out with people... instead i stay up in the computer lab... because i'm SO COOL! i want a party. p-a-r-t-why? because i gotta! dancing with some satanists is pretty fun. so is not knowing whether or not to flirt with guys you can't figure out... in the ways of sexuality... you don't know if they're being "afemininate" or if they really dig you. maybe it's the piercings and colored hair. mmmm. things are changing. everyone's becomming so sad. or everyone's been sad for a long time but act happy. that's agrivating. don't be a liar. don't say that everything perfect when everything's broken and you smile like a saint, but you curse like a sailor and might say the joke's on me. i'm not laughing. if the people you hang out with can't handle the fact that you're not always happy, then you should re-consider them as good friends. the library is SOOOOOOO crowded. i wanna watch ghostbusters 2 now. have a ghostbuster-a-thon. maybe i'm not a person at all. maybe i'm slimer. i used to drink hi-c ecto cooler. ugh! this thing is so cliched. look at this... now go to the member directory and you'll find someone just like me (^_^). and i thought i was the optimism of diaryland. i still laugh when i read my entries. i guess i'm like that. cynically optimistic. ::grin:: that was the title of the poem i wrote about my uncle when he died. that's how a lot of people in my family are. we're all jovial curmudgeons. ::laugh:: maybe i'll post the poem sometime. this is already long enough. PAPER THIN! IT'S JUST PAPER THIN!
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