Artistic Entrance Exam in July. Aaaaahhhhh hahahha!!! This is so exciting and nerve-wrecking. May it not be another SFDC failure.

i'm doomed to fail if i keep rejecting others. the white fluorescent lamp hanging above me. i'm as stupid as that.
they make sense, they make sense. i'm my own worst enemy.

God the more I stalk out the internet, the more I frustrated I feel, the more lost I am in the labyrinth of images and words, mostly trash, mostly overwhelming stupidity. Just this afternoon I couldn’t help but rant about the most marvelous invention, the computer. It’s Socrates’ nightmare, the deterioration of brain cells, the slowing down of thought processes. And it’s true. For I can no longer use a pen. For the words don’t come to me as smoothly and as easily as they used to. They jut, they quiver. With the computer, one can edit, delete, plagiarize, cut, paste, and basically do just about anything that your lazy fingers desire. There can’t possibly still be any distinction left between high and low culture, high and low language. The internet merges everything together into an explosion of colors and codes. Here I sit in front of the screen, typing furiously, plunging deeper into a complete virtual idiocy. Font: Futura Lt BT. Size: 12.

The academic field can be quite gross. In the sense that people are treated as epistemic subjects, existing as a study of interest in discourses, constructed as a "symbol" or a "sign", essentially relegated into empty categories molded and filled with meanings by intellectuals, and ultimately, the multiplicity of voices and variety of representations create a sort of violence imposed on real human beings. Woman: the curious frankenstein monster open for dissection and analysis. Gays: confused people who are involved in sexual acts analogous to a straw being stuck up the nose. Etc.