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What I had not expected
Was the gradual day
Weakening the will
Leading the brightness away...
The fading of body and soul

--Stephen Spender, What I expected, 1933


2001-09-30 8:10 p.m.

I'm back from my hiatus in a very general sense.

In a concrete sense though, I still have a lot of work to do, none of which will get done in any concrete sense. Especially my reading for Espanol. Cha cha cha! Herein lies the rub:

So I was gone all of last week on my gigantic Rob-Tours-the-Colleges-and-Universities-of-the-East Tour aka my weeklong vacation from school. And my Spanish teacher, let us call her Sra. Eternal Bitch for the purposes of this pamphlet assigns a 280 page book that about Simon Bolivar (El general en su laberinto by Gabriel Garcia Marquez) that even she admitted was hellishly boring.

So, am I going to follow the orders of Sra. Eternal Bitch on my Pleasure Cruise of this country's Orient? Hell fucking no. But the test on this monstrosity lies in two short days!

Q: What shall I do?

A: Buy the book in English and, essentialy, cheat on the assignment. Crafty little bastard, aren't I?

To add to the injurious and hateful reading assigned by Sra. Eternal Bitch, she has also -- I learned through some inquiry -- assigned a three-page report on a dictator to be finished in TWO SHORT DAYS. I think it would be hilarious to choose one of her two greatest heroes, JFK or the Pope, as the subject of my paper. That would send her to an early grave for sure. But, I then thought to myself, as I beheld her in the throes of death, I myself might perish in a fit of diabolic laughter.

But for now I've declared a policy of holy war against Sra. Eternal Bitch. I've done the same for my cat, also an eternal bitch, a feisty little bantam that goes by the name of Lucyfer. In my aforementioned absence she shat in my shower. And after cleansing my area of cleansing of that foul substance she became a repeat offender. May the Lord smite her.

To mention other items of work that may be due in TWO SHORT DAYS: a Bio2 worksheet, a Bio2 make-up lab, a chunk of calc hw, an art history essay. Also on that fateful day a Bio2 test is planned. So, I have a metric ton of crap to accomplish.

This is while I may extend my (in essence) 3-month hiatus a little longer. You see, this Friday a play I'm in is opening and the subsequent Monday I have an research essay for WorldLit to have done which is a substantial assignment.

I've chosen to wrote on Kobo Abe's The Woman in the Dunes. I am trying to accomplish a historic critique of the novel in relation to the cultural reformations that were set by the governments of the Meiji restoration and this historical analysis will in turn effect a literary analysis of the conflicting themes of traditionalism/liquidity in the novel. This essay will rock if I successfully have my way with it. Emphasis on the "if".

But isn't that the way everything is? Emphasis on the "if"?

YT,

Heptachlor




I Return Once Again, As I Have in the Past only to Deceive You - 8:10 p.m. , 2001-09-30

-- - 10:49 p.m. , 2001-08-24

Untitled - 7:07 p.m. , 2001-07-23

I return from Brazil - 9:57 p.m. , 2001-07-18

Nada - 4:19 p.m. , 2001-06-29