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Better to Be a Goth Than a Vandal
September 19, 2003, 8:08 p.m. Why does the 19th of September feel like it should be an important day? Is it somebody's birthday? Today I handed in my English essay, posted two letters (although one was an application form, so it doesn’t really count as a letter) and then went to the library to read Thomas Aquinas’ commentary on Boethius. And, well, Aquinas is like God: you know that he is, but not what he is (especially not what the hell he's going on about). So basically, I got distracted by all the bored scrawlings on the library desk. I now present a selection, for your edification.
Better to be a Goth than a Vandal Man, the wind in Sydney is bad at the moment. I was walking down the street today, and I actually had to fight it to keep moving forward. I mean, I know I’m small, but I’m not that small. This is ridiculous! However, the weather is warming up nicely. I really want to go out in a skirt with no stockings, but I’m finding it difficult to get myself motivated enough to shave my legs. For one thing, I have no bathroom. Okay, I have a toilet and a shower recess, but they’re itty bitty. They’re about the size of two toilet stalls. God dammit, I was supposed to have a working bathroom at least three months ago! I haven’t had one for six months! Stupid freaking lazy freaking arsed freaking workmen. I forgot to say: I finally picked up Sif’s present for me, from the post office, yesterday. She got me an Isabel Allende book, and a cute little pink notebook. There were short little notes all throughout the package, it was fantastic. I also got given a snazzy little Bible yesterday, from the chick who lent me hers. It’s gorgeous – about A5 size, with this beautiful brown-purple leather type covering. It’s a really bookish book : ) Anyway, I hired out Chicago on DVD this afternoon, so I’m going to go sit on the beanbag by the heater, and belt out show tunes with Queen Latifah and Catherine Zeta-Jones. Can someone explain to me the point of a smoking jacket?
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