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� eating brains again may 31 2003 - 10.39 amstill no word from prof. hottie. that's ok. i'm ok. really. honestly. i talked to my brother on the phone last night for a couple of hours. one of those hours was dedicated - as he pointed out - exclusively to prof. hottie. i was aware of it. then i said, "yeah, well, back to prof. hottie..." he said that this seemed to follow my pattern of behaviour - that this is how i learn. we went through my history, and i had to agree - my strongest academic acheivements were only spurned on by obsession and a desire to impress the object of my attention. then we worried that i might just cross that line one day in an outburst of psychosis, when the formula stopped working or satisfying me. i said, "yes, i would just take the next logical step, like killing them and eating their brains!" we laughed then...did that sighing thing where you know it could be true. i got an email from my dad, back in pakistan - which i didn't know. it goes a little something like this: aggggggggh. what i'm intending to do with my life??? what the hell? ok, ok. let's think about this. but of course, i can't SAY these things to my dad. i think he wants to know if i'm going back to school so he can make HIS short, mid, and long term excuses, never mind PLANS - all in order to avoid coming home and getting a divorce and TAKING RESPONSIBILITY for all his failings as a human being and then MOVING THE FUCK ON. the end! last time***next time |