I say, freedom doth taste of gloriousness

once upon a time there was an exam. AND I KICKED ITS ASS.

well, ok, so I don't actually know if I did well, but I think I may have perhaps passed. Which was definitely what I was going for.

And I even studied. In my own, nearly useless way. It involves me spending broken intervals of time (broken by coffee making breaks, coffee drinking breaks, coffee buying breaks, and then the inevitable thousand times I need to pee after consuming so much coffee) reading my notes and text books whilst my brain, who is supposed to be interpreting the words on the page, thinks about other, reeeeally more interesting things. Like how it would feel to punch through a wall, or how much I hate buses. Or my brain just outright falls asleep while my eyes keep to their reading duty. It's eerie, I turn pages and everything, even though my brain functions are next to zero.

O, the buses in my city are on strike and that's why I hate them so much. I dunno if I mentioned that before...anywho, so no buses means that I am either restricted to going places within walking distance or getting a ride. Well, university is much farther than I could walk without getting abducted or dying in a snowdrift, so I had to get a ride from the mother. And i got to school at 7:46am - for my 2pm exam. Well, that's just great right? Six blissful hours of studying more.

I got coffee a few times, moved from spot to spot around campus as I got bored of my surroundings, and eventually, I ended up on the fourth floor of the library. The library is this magical land full of books of every colour and size (that are all completely useless), and where I swear they pump sedatives out of the air vents, because it doesn't matter how much coffee I arm myself with, I can't stay awake. Perfect place to pretend I'm studying and catch a few winks.

Well, I fell asleep with my head wedged between the pages of one textbook praising neoliberalist global trade (fuuuuuun) and my hand saving a page in another talking about "globalization from below" (even funnnnner) and I had a dream. I dreamt I was miniature, as in the size of a Spiderman action figure, and I was given the vital task of globalizing from below, because I was miniature. And apparently that's what miniature humans do?

Well, it freaked me out and I woke up. For that reason and also because my face was painfully mashed into the spine of the textbook.

That is where studying gets you, creepy dreams in a smelly, sleep inducing library. And i think a librarian was spying on me. Maybe I was talking in my sleep. It's been known to happen. A lot.

And that's the saga of my exam. Except for the part when I went and wrote it, but that part is much too mind-numbing to describe. It was just a boatload of writing, some pausing to frantically remember all the not-useless things I studied, and then more writing.

And now I'm done.

I was going to start job hunting and christmas shopping, but there's the whole no buses thing... FUCK BUSES. So I'm pretty well confined to the general area of my neighbourhood. I could get a job at at the grocery store.... and buy fresh produce and curly fries for everyone for Christmas. And coldcuts! yes that would go over well, especially since the presents would be well and rancid by the time anyone opened them. But I think that just adds a certain je ne sais quoi, n'est pas?

O well, no sense in bitching about something I can't change. but I'm going to ANYWAYS!

I don't like this being stuck without transportation thing, not one little bit.
I despise it so much, I'm throwing a fit.
I say, eat shit.
And start the buses again.
before the city goes insane.
have you seen the traffic these days?
it's a wonder we can see the sun through all the extra car generated haze.
so FUCK.

I get in touch with my poetic side when I feel passionately about something.

right, well suck on that.


and bbye.