instead of homestretching for finals yesterday and today, i skipped class on friday and spent sixteen out of the past forty-eight hours sitting though an intensive DV clinic. just do give you an idea of how intense it is, we started the day off watching this movie. you try dranking your morning koffee with rape, domestic violence and alcoholism. other than that though, it's refreshing, finally getting to conversate with intelligent, socially conscious individuals as interested as you about social justice issues (yes, two socials in one sentence b/c i am sicwiddit). lately, the skangk's been the only one i can talk to about these things. why is that? oh yeah, because i go to a POS grad school filled with ig'nant fuckspawn of ig'nant fat cats. yeah, you know who i'm talking about. i'm talking about THE MAN. he goes go my school. well you know what? FUCK THE MAN. this here bitch is abouts to rock the boat.
i've been trying to convince the skangk to start a website with me. she's hesitant right now, but i'm think she's warming up to the idea, because she just sent me an email today with the words "our blog"!!! how excited am i?!? this shit is gonna be a game-changer!! we're gonna show those two annoying gels at disgrasian wsup. that is not how you write a socially conscious blog. i mean, does anyone really understand what disgrasian is all about? it has some serious identity crises. all those "disgrasian of the week"s, uhhh hey have you noticed...some of them ARENT ASIAN. at first i was like "ok, so they've done bad stuff that have somehow impacted APAs." HWRONG. and cumming all over the forever 21 chick? i thought forever's shitty labor practices were pretty much common knowledge, but hey, that just might be because of my exposure to the skangk's vast arsenal of social welfare knowledge. whatever. fuck disgrasion. how the hell did they get so much press? and an intern REALLY?????????? ugh. come summer, we're gonna start rolling our shit out, and we's about to crush a motherlover.
physical manifestations of exhaustion
generally i like to deny that i am not addicted to coffee, but i'm starting to think that...um, yeah, maybe i do have a problem. i rarely drink more than one cup a day, so i'm like, come on, the ones who drink 3+ cups are the ones who need help! however, come friday morning, i rolled out of bed an hour later than i had intended for myself, and rushed off to clinic without coffee in hand.
OMFFFFFFFFFGGGGGGGGG it was sooooooooooooooooooooooo painful for me to stay awake. holy frak. my head was pounding by 11. we were in a church, so i ran around until i found a cheerful secretary who offered me the lukewarm dredges of her pot. THAT'S WHY SHE WAS SO CHEERFUL!! she drank the whole pot!!! COFFEE = HAPPYNESS.
it was vile and disgusting, especially since she dumped some powder creamer in there for me. i can't drink coffee black. i can't drink it with cream, half and half or whole milk. it has to be skim milk. guh guh. i sped to the nearest s'bux after lunch and got myself a grande koofee and drink that shit vindictively.
i'm so addicted. i love coffee. i love....coffee. i think about it all day. when i smell it my brain goes melt. mmm...coffee....
sex???
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