Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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This is the worst day ever. Ever. For example, when turning on my computer to simply print out my resume for a job interview i found i was out of black ink. You’d think replacing the black cartridge would make a difference in this situation, but no, that would be too easy. You see, every single cartridge i installed printed in the same spotty fashion – full, empty, or inbetween. Then, all of my dress socks mysteriously disappeared, meaning i’m in my full interview attire with grey cotton socks. And, apparently i’m not supposed to be wearing so much black because it’s intimidating. Well, you know what i have to say to that? I hope i intimidate the hell out of them! Grawr! This is the only job that i really want out of the ones i submitted requests for, and of course it comes on a day that i am obviously dying! Argh…

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9am class: Canceled! Either the gods of blog were paying attention to me last night and granted me a wish, or i’m just dumb for not trusting my instinct to sleep in. Of course, that instinct invokes itself every day,… I actually had this bizarre dream where i woke up and thought it was already noon, and got ready in this huge hurry only to check a different clock to find it ws 8:40am (my typical departure time). Sure enough, i woke up to a reading of 8:39am on the clock and rushed to make it to class. Which was nonexistent. Anyhow, now i’m down on campus and i have class all day so i’m certainly not going back to the apartment. Of course, my first impulse was “get on the ‘net!,” so… erm… courtesy of the whims of my Recording Studio instructor, here i am.

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Other than my sudden realization about my new musical project today was incredibly dull. Waking up for a 10am class is only marginally less hard than waking up for a 9am class, especially when you want to drop it rather than walk to it. I conceived of the EP in public speaking class, which could be renamed to “learning things that i consider to be general knowledge,” and played around with the idea for the hour break i had before my next class. Blah… if my days were all like this i’d have thrown myself in front of a moving bus months ago. I’ll try to be interesting in my next post, i promise…

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Okay, so, after further reading the book comes off like an 18th century blog written by yours truly about his latest obsession. As long as i think of the poor bi-polar lad as a former version of myself it keeps things interesting. Of course, i might have to stop employing that little technique once he gets suicidal…

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Sweet jesus how i hate classic western literature. i swear… the next book i have to read by a dead white man is gonna get burnt in flaming effigy when i’m thru with it. Between the general ignorance (in all senses of the word) of many works that aren’t as traditional or widely translated and the nearly total exclusion of female authors, i have never enjoyed pre-20th century european lit and probably never will. So, of course, what’s my first class M-W-F? 10am, Masterworks of Western Lit! Aside from the infinitely boring reading (averaging to almost a dreadful book each week, which i don’t really mind), my teacher seems to be quite batty. Two quality comments she made on Monday are as follows:


Bat-Woman – I may not be a math professor, but i can do my share of calculations. You know, i had to tutor all of my children in that sort of thing when they were in school. I was always especially good at fractions and percentiles. My son never understood those. They really pushed those fractions in grade school back then. Do you all know fractions?

Bat Woman – You had “issues” scheduling the class? Young people have such an interesting way of using the word “issues” nowadays. I don’t think it’s supposed to mean “intangibly unidentifiable problem that i can’t quantify but is certainly very present.” I could be wrong, though…

She actually doesn’t come off as especially old or patronizing – instead it’s more like quaint and whimsical. She actually managed to hold my attention the whole class, even while i was searching my backpack for something i could use to light my copy of the sorrows of young werther on fire with. Someone said he felt the book (a collection of semi-fictional letters from a “indolent and insufferably well-read” young man who’s obsessed with a remarkable young lady) read a lot like a personal webpage and i managed to LOL heartily before cringing when i realized how right he was. Dear god, please tell me i’m more interesting of a sap than young Werther. … ugh.

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