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i went to my little meeting with prof. blowjob, and he was actually really nice. i mean, i never had any doubt he was nice, but i'm just glad he wasn't being moody and bitchy like he had been when i gave him the paper.

he liked my idea, and we talked about where it could go, that sort of thing. then we talked about what a loser student i am. well, he kept asking "you're in what year? fourth? and what's your major?" to which i would shrug. but there is one MAJOR YEEEHAW from all of this - i can still get a major in the psychoanalytic thought program if i want to! yay!

when i was in 7th grade we had "career day" (which was just a dress-up day; no professionals came in or anything to talk to us) i dressed up in a three-piece gray suit and said i was Freud. my english teacher asked me, "k., do you know what freud's main theories were?"
"uhh, no, not really..."
"he thought that all of human behaviour and everything had to do with sex and aggression!"
(kudos to you, mrs. cole, for not just saying "sex")
"ok! that's what i think, too!"

haa hah haaa...a plan to put me back on track BACKFIRED!

you know how i had Coldplay's "yellow" on repeat in my head? i also got the mp3 for "don't panic" and now THAT is on repeat. damn you, coldplay!

i'm sinking like a stone, indeed.