She lives and works from her laptop on a little paradise island in the Philippines. She's a writer, graphic artist, and mountaineer. During rainy days she loves to sleep and oversleep and dream and daydream and then write. More »
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I've finally dropped them stupid fucking playwriting bullshit class. It isn't really the class I hate (well it's 65% that, BUT), it's really that arrogant emo-goth faggot professor who wears combat boots and black overalls to class. I mean HELLO does he expect us to know everything about theater production?? I haven't an inkling to even like the stage (where everything is SO fake--I'd rather watch films, which are FREE without the schedule constraints and lousy musicals and annoying flamboyant costumes), except for absurd ones that gravitate around themes like the meaninglessness and superficiality of human existence. Bleah.
Hurr. (I actually had a bit of a rant clustering inside the thought bubbles around my head when now I'm writing I can't think shit, anyway.)
School's boring a dentist's drill into my ears as I've been absent a whole day and missed four classes and every nonsense stupid lecture cramped in my head has all evaporated.
But really. I'm not learning much in school. I just need a diploma in anything which happens to be Creative Writing which is just as dull as Political Science or, say, Theology (not that it's taught in UP, mind).
All these dull days of yawning and falling asleep and being snapped awake with a professor pointing a finger at my face, they're like this dream saga of perpetual BLAHness interrupted by Kurt Vonnegut.XP Myyy oh my, if it weren't for Vonnegut I wouldn't even be half awake floating nonetheless, with the ground moving underneath my feet.
I miss Stabby.XC
Stabby strangles all the boring moments of my petty existence.XP Oh, petty, petty, ignoble existence.XP
I wish I was just an old balete tree strangling all them wimpy trees all about.
I wish I was just a blade of grass, or a fallen dead leaf, or a sunray permeating through a glass-stained window.
The only two important questions I've ever asked in my life is: WHY? and WHY NOT??
When Billy Pilgrim was abducted by space aliens he asked, "Why me?" To which them alien Tralfamadorians replied, "Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?" Then on they go debating about bugs trapped in glass paperweights.
But them Tralfamadorians are determinists, seeing space and time in all its dimensions, that, meaning, you from cradle to grave and all the possible outcomes of all your decisions--that totality is YOU. It's like this cobweb with you as the spider and the observer (that's not the spider) at the same time--well, I don't really know what the fcuk I'm getting at--you're all of it: the web, the trapped insects, the spider, the observer, the thingamajigs the web is strapped to, with the time and motion set into the doer, or the spider. BLAH what the fuck that is the most stupid bullshit explanation a wordsucking dorktard could ever come up with.XP
I'm twentyish and already I am experiencing midlife crisis.XP If only I can extend my life to 800 years and still retain my youthful fugliness.XP Oh, if only.
My life is seemingly meaningless because I feel like I still haven't achieved the ULTIMATE goal of my existence which is to influence the world as much as Jesus did but without the miracles, the magic, the superstition, the angels and pretentious crucifixion and whatnot.XP I mean really. Everything that I'm doing for myself is just BLAH. What I really want is to change people, slap them, shake them, and spin them into gyrating gypsies.
I want to be BUDDHA!XP
Bluharharharhar.XD
But I'm as lazy as a rock SO.XD In your face, kiss my ass, suck my pinky.XP
I miss BENDER. :c If there's anyone I've ever truly, madly, eternally love it's Bender Bending Rodriguez. And he's a robot. A hot robot. An alcoholic, whore-mongering, chain-smoking, gambling, kleptomaniac hot cartoon robot. Sob.XC
WHYYYY oh why oh whhyyyyyyyyyyyy??
