So, I guess I've taken one of those accidental hiatuses that seem to happen all the fucking time. Sorry. Really. I'll try harder next time. I swearz it.
Anyway, so much random garbage has happened since the last time I updated this rock that I don't feel obligated to make a catch up entry for the three people who read this. In fact, as I sit here, I have no fucking idea what to write about honestly. I've got a million other things on my mind actually. I've recently begun to undertake the gigantic project of trying to clean up my room so I can limit the distractions available once I decide to get cracking on the general landfill worth of ultimately pointless and completely unnecessary school assignments that are due in the coming days and weeks. So, instead of honing my actual craft and working on trying to publish a book, I'm stuck throwing together a mock business plan with idiots and tools who look to me to organize everything because I'm the only one in our group with any sort of brain stem, for a restaurant that I ultimately have no interest in ever seen through to creation. On the same train of thought, instead of working on this novella that I was, at one point, in the process of writing (and can no longer work on until the end of the semester), I'm stuck writing several papers that, ultimately, are not of interest to anyone. These papers will be read once by the professor (maybe) and definitely not by me, because I never read papers after I am finished with them. Hell, I don't even proofread papers. Ever. I can't honestly remember the last time I proofread a paper. I think it's honestly quite a waste of time because it doesn't sound like me after I correct it. So whatever, fuck it. Proofreading is for ninnies. I'll take my B for grammar and mechanics and discard the comment of "proofread more carefully" on every paper because it's just not that important to me. I feel like lack of proofreading is my silent protest. It's like the big "fuck you" to all of these academic assholes who assign papers that really have no sort of practical application to the world at large.
In fact, the only thing that these stupid analysis papers are actually good for is preparing you for grad school. And, the funny part about that is that once you get out of grad school, you inevitably go become a teacher (because really, what sort of job are you getting with a masters or a doctorate in English?), and then you go and torture kids with similar retarded and pointless papers. It's the circle of fucking life. You're abused by your parents, and then you grow up and abuse your kids. Maybe this is why I hate 99% of the people in my major; they are just in it to forcibly penetrate the assholes of previously well meaning (although probably completely pretentious) kids with utter garbage like Gulliver's Travels and Justine over and over again.
It's all the same, and nothing changes.
-Joe
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Seriously.
And, welcome back. I'd like to read your novella-in-progress sometime.
Oh, soon enough. I've only got about a chapter and a half finished, but as soon as I get anything substantial written to my liking, I'll have to pass it along to you.
HAHAHAHAHA!! It's exactly how I feel about my undergrad academic experience.
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