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Bonjour, my friends, here I am back at DJ headquarters ready for another sexalicious journal entry full of hard drugs, prostitution, and the Carpenters. I don't know how many times I've said this at the start of an entry, but I should honestly be working on the essay I have that's due tomorrow or getting re-acquainted with the American Pop Music material because I apparently may be having a quiz on Lawrence Welk, but as we say back in the old country, "Fuck that shit." Space between deadjournal entries seems to be getting larger, and that's not okay, especially because it's not like I'm filling up that gap with an extensive amount of homework or community service or rainforest saving or anything. As a matter of fact, I've done so little work within the past three days that I've felt like a frigging bum just wandering nomadically from class to class and not actually participating in the festivities. This will soon change, I bet, but...during that time where I'm just procrastinating and not caring, I get pretty tired, fed up, and bored with the Iowa life, which sucks. Anyway, let's do some reviewage.
My speech on Monday actually went off pretty well minus the fact that I went overtime by TWO FUCKING MINUTES. I'm pretty sure that means I'm going to get docked significantly...although really, I can't blame myself too much because I don't expect how you can summarize three entire articles and then breakdown their uses of ethos, pathos, and logos, along with stamping on an extensive introduction and an even longer conclusion without going over seven minutes. Some of us are just too good for guidelines, you know? My friend Patch went overtime as well, and so like... at least my misery gets some good company. Patch is a great guy, we inside-joke all the time about our Pop Music instructor...and basically we take one sort-of joke about how we decided he beats his wife and we dragged it out till there's like 59 sub-jokes. All of them are funny in their own individual, bastardly ways.
Yesterday as I attempted to start my paper for Social Scientific Foundations of Communication (how can you not smirk at that class name...HOW?), I got really un-motivated and fed up with what I was doing. I couldn't fucking sit there and just write the summary. Naturally I quit entirely and decided it was better to go on AIM and chat with Rachel till 1 AM. Hmmm, wonder if I have big priority problems. You know what happens too often is I feel these strains of loneliness that remind me of how I felt around this time of year last year. In case I haven't made this clear yet, I hate winter unless there is a Christmas Tree around. Uggh, from an objective standpoint, I guess there's something kind of glorious and atmospheric-in-a-good-way about fall and winter...it's very Film Noir and mysterious in fact. But more than anything, it is fucking cold, and there's something desolate and gross about winter. It also feels like it goes on forever. Here's also a newsflash: I do NOT care about halloween. It is not that fun, guys. Alright, enough of this pessimistic shit.
Actually, I'm having a great time overall at college...I've met some great people, and not only that, last night I left my dorm at 1 AM after that convo with Rachel, and I sat in the hallway with supersweet Alyssa, and I told her, "I was just talking about my favorite episodes of umm, The Wonder Years with Rachel." Alyssa snaps her head back and goes, "I KNEW YOU WERE GOING TO SAY The Wonder Years BEFORE YOU SAID IT!" And we bonded. Guess what, Winnie Cooper, Kevin doesn't even fucking need you, and yeah maybe I'd have forgiven you all those times too...but that doesn't mean you shouldn't feel bad about it...honkie hottie bitch. Also, I absolutely love this girl Meghan on my floor. Jesus, she is so nice, funny, and good-natured. Love her love her.
Hmmm not too much has been happening now that I think about it. Ever since I came back from Lemont, I've been rejoicing with my re-attained Erotica cd. Really, that cd has gotten far too much of a bad rap...it's so good sometimes. Really, there is not a lot about sex on that disc...it's almost all about jealousy, coldness, retaliation, and guilt, not to mention the occasional dance number. I've had a few of the tracks on hardcore repeat lately, namely the two tracks "Waiting" and "Words". The whole album is perfect for winter, and it's got a runway beat that you can strut down the streets of Iowa City with. Not that I strut. Anywhere. Ever.
I have a tough time picking pictures for the background on my computer...but the one I have now just may be a keeper. It's from Kaylin's picture page, and if I may link some shit to you: http://community.webshots.com/photo/185641695/185645073crhRCV
For the love of God, look at us. Princess Sarah and oh-so-precious Katie are in peak form here. I was thinking of using another picutre of me to use as my deadjournal icon, but I couldn't figure it out, so I'm just going to post the picture here and it can be implied that I would use this picture had I the ability to do anything correctly:
http://community.webshots.com/photo/169154346/169157737xWjfld
Also, I sure saw the new Lindsay Lohan video recently, and it was, in conclusion, "Our Lips Are Sealed" except adapted to the sound of "Waiting for Tonight" by Jennifer Lopez. The beat is nice, the lyrics are repulsive. And in the video, Lindsay proves to us that she has one of the hardest-working racks in the business. Look at those boobs. They're everywhere.
I saw a part of Jeopardy! for the first time in months yesterday. Guys. Ken Jennings is STILL on. He's about to top the two million mark. I heard an online source say he loses on his 75th visit, but I guess that remains to be seen. I didn't expect Ken to really still be on the show, so of course my reaction to seeing him was a yell of, "Good fucking lord! Please go home!" He didn't listen. He just kept winning.
It's pretty clear I'm out of things to talk about...things are alright, I guess...a part of me still needs to learn to stay focused and remain undaunted. And I need to get monologue hunting for the next batch of plays. Alright, I'll leave you with some words from the M herself...and it just proves to me that the biggest superstar on earth and a college kid in Iowa City (and basically anyone in between) can see eye to eye. Look what this woman can do:
"It was so easy in the beginning
When you didn't feel like running from your feelings
Like you are now.
What happened?
What do I remind you of?
Your past
Your dreams
Or some part of yourself you just can't love?
I wish I could believe you
Or at least have the courage to leave you."
Love you guys, I'm always here.
Louis.
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