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ink_splotchToday at school was crap. Not just because I acted exactly like what I'm trying not to be - an anti-social bookworm who just doesn't care (think iPod blasting, hood up, head in book even going down the stairs) - I also managed to get utterly enraged already in my first class. See, I figure that wanting a wide berth the day after my girlfriend leaves, that's not unreasonable, right? And, I know I'm weird, but I also like being able to state my own opinion and not get ragged on for it.
But apparently that's too much to ask. Because according to David, saying that I don't like Hemingway's writing style and I sometimes think that the messages and conclusion one draws from his work is very little based on it, means I'm narrowminded, unable to accept other norms than my own, intolerant and also that the only reason I don't like Hemingway is because I think he's mysogynistic. And anyway, I shouldn't take my anger about my girlfriend leaving out on poor Hemingway.
I fucking hate when people say stuff like that. It would be enough to say I'm narrowminded - wouldn't be the first time - but seriously, assuming I can't have my own opinion without it being influenced by my mood and the fact that I'm a woman - that pissed me off.
And of course, everyone just laughed at David. Because David is the nice one. The clever one. And of course, he's indefinitely more open-minded than me, because he "likes" Hemingway. In front of the teacher anyway.
Worst part is, I like David normally. He's a sweet, funny guy, prentitious sure, but I know the drill of pot, kettle etc. And yeah, he's a sycophant with teachers, but I know how to suck up to get a grade, so that's not the problem. But he always has this thing, this annoying little thing where he prides himself n always being more open-minded than everyone else, always a little more accepting and a little more clever and it just gets under my skin and I don't know why. And sure, I realize that *yes* sometimes I am a little narrominded and *yes* of course I'm not completely unbiased, but still. Fucking hell.
I always forget how it feels in the beginning of the school year - like you've forgotten everything and your head is filled with fluff. Not that today was particularly terrible, class-wise, but boy did I feel stupid in history. Ugh. Me and the Middle East, post Old Testament? Not nessecarily a good mix. In any way.
I still miss Freya. I can't help thinking if she'd been here, David wouldn't have bothered me so much. Might call her tomorrow.
Speaking of, which CDs did you want me to send you? <3
Onto lighter things - Jurassic Park III. Dinosaurs! DINOSAURS! I swear, dinosaurs make me about *five* again, I want to skip off and buy like dinosaur pencil cases and pencils and erasers and small plastic dinosaurs and a stuffed triceratops1 and yay! It makes me sad that I'm not living in England any more - if you're ever in London, The Natural History Museum is a must see. Seriously. Best dinosaur department ever! I've been going there ever since we moved to England, and I loved the dinosaur exhibit. Even last time we were there, I spent about three hours in there.
So anyway. Jurassic park III. Dinosaurs! Homoeroticism! Cheesiness! Super-Intelligent kids! Mwahahaha. So incredibly good. In an incredibly terrible way.
Anyway, tomorrow I have work. I suppose that'll be quite nice actually - I wonder if Jonas can even remember me anymore. Just think - he's three now. I've been babysitting him a little over two years. That's so weird.
Anyway. I am going to bed to hope tomorrow might be better. After all, what's not to love: P.E. and art, huzzah < /snarkiness >. At least the last class is Social Studies, a vague bright light in the darkness of tomorrow.
I mean.Seriously. Fucking *art*.
1 all things I have at one point owned. In some case several of them
But apparently that's too much to ask. Because according to David, saying that I don't like Hemingway's writing style and I sometimes think that the messages and conclusion one draws from his work is very little based on it, means I'm narrowminded, unable to accept other norms than my own, intolerant and also that the only reason I don't like Hemingway is because I think he's mysogynistic. And anyway, I shouldn't take my anger about my girlfriend leaving out on poor Hemingway.
I fucking hate when people say stuff like that. It would be enough to say I'm narrowminded - wouldn't be the first time - but seriously, assuming I can't have my own opinion without it being influenced by my mood and the fact that I'm a woman - that pissed me off.
And of course, everyone just laughed at David. Because David is the nice one. The clever one. And of course, he's indefinitely more open-minded than me, because he "likes" Hemingway. In front of the teacher anyway.
Worst part is, I like David normally. He's a sweet, funny guy, prentitious sure, but I know the drill of pot, kettle etc. And yeah, he's a sycophant with teachers, but I know how to suck up to get a grade, so that's not the problem. But he always has this thing, this annoying little thing where he prides himself n always being more open-minded than everyone else, always a little more accepting and a little more clever and it just gets under my skin and I don't know why. And sure, I realize that *yes* sometimes I am a little narrominded and *yes* of course I'm not completely unbiased, but still. Fucking hell.
I always forget how it feels in the beginning of the school year - like you've forgotten everything and your head is filled with fluff. Not that today was particularly terrible, class-wise, but boy did I feel stupid in history. Ugh. Me and the Middle East, post Old Testament? Not nessecarily a good mix. In any way.
I still miss Freya. I can't help thinking if she'd been here, David wouldn't have bothered me so much. Might call her tomorrow.
Speaking of, which CDs did you want me to send you? <3
Onto lighter things - Jurassic Park III. Dinosaurs! DINOSAURS! I swear, dinosaurs make me about *five* again, I want to skip off and buy like dinosaur pencil cases and pencils and erasers and small plastic dinosaurs and a stuffed triceratops1 and yay! It makes me sad that I'm not living in England any more - if you're ever in London, The Natural History Museum is a must see. Seriously. Best dinosaur department ever! I've been going there ever since we moved to England, and I loved the dinosaur exhibit. Even last time we were there, I spent about three hours in there.
So anyway. Jurassic park III. Dinosaurs! Homoeroticism! Cheesiness! Super-Intelligent kids! Mwahahaha. So incredibly good. In an incredibly terrible way.
Anyway, tomorrow I have work. I suppose that'll be quite nice actually - I wonder if Jonas can even remember me anymore. Just think - he's three now. I've been babysitting him a little over two years. That's so weird.
Anyway. I am going to bed to hope tomorrow might be better. After all, what's not to love: P.E. and art, huzzah < /snarkiness >. At least the last class is Social Studies, a vague bright light in the darkness of tomorrow.
I mean.Seriously. Fucking *art*.
1 all things I have at one point owned. In some case several of them
