October 29, 2000 — Still asking

I've been thinking too much today. Hence two journal entries all of four hours apart. I said they were for different days, but that was only so I could avoid missing a day.

I'm writing my journal for today now because I know I'll be up very late working on my popular culture assignment and research proposal. For the former, I have to give up my TV boycott and write about realism in a narrative program. Briefly, thank God. And for the latter, I guess I'll more than likely end up studying straight edge kids, as I mentioned last week. It was either that or body modification, and I think sXe is a better subculture as far as popular culture studies go. Maybe.

But tonight has really just been another of those nights during which I've wished that I could've taken a year off school before starting university. There are so many things I want to write and work on of my own that I know I'll never have time to finish them, but here I am spending eight hours of my Sunday trying to justify researching straight edge kids and being forced to watch TV. Fuck.

I found out today that there's a comedian named Greg Sullivan who describes himself as a grossly overweight, 21-year-old virgin with bad dental hygiene. His set apparently revolves around him making fun of his lack of social skills and complaining about never getting laid. It's like looking into the mirror. Kind of.

I've a lot to do. I should've probably only posted one journal for today, but it's too late for that. Once I'm more sleep deprived and am back into the routine of hating school, I can stop being so inane and introspective, and return to the hilarious cynicism you've grown to love. And won't that be super?