My poor white trash brain hurts. 2004-06-23 - 2:12 p.m.
Right now I'm reading Forster's A Room with a View. I'm only 35 pages in or so, but it's already damn depressing, which probably makes no sense as it's a comedy and all that. From what I understand, it's about rich British people traipsing around Italy. Not being rich or British, I can't really relate to such things. Nor do I have a natural propensity to traipse. Perhaps Madonna could partially relate, because she is rich, but no matter what she thinks, she just isn't British.
I want to go back to schoooooooool. But I have no mooooooooolah. *whine*
The reason why it's bad for overeducated trash like me to become increasingly overeducated is because naturally I should grow up to work at Sizz-ears forever and marry a prison guard and have 2.3 snot-nosed children and eat hot dogs with no buns and other forms of Smeat and drink red Koolaid out of paper cups and (not) drive a 1994 Dodge Caravan and just maybe go to Myrtle Beach for a week once a year in April when the kids are on Spring Break.
Nature vs. Nurture. Nature vs. Nurture. Nature vs. Nurture. Etc., etc., etc.
I'm going to go away and look at this pretty brochure of Lafayette, Louisiana. It's fun to get things in the mail for no reason.
Hmmm. Louisiana. Does LSU have a doctoral program in music? Eh. My dad finally got back from Texas. He said Austin is nice and weird. I like that. :)