I like the song "Homecoming" by The Teenagers because I love the different perspectives given in the song, regardless of how misogynistic the song is.
I looked them up and they gained notoriety due to their misogynistic lyrics. Okay.
Anyway. I had the worst migraine today. I forgot that I was even prone to them. It had been so long (I'm still attributing the fact that they stopped coming because of my extensive computer use). It really sucked because I had to work today, three to nine. I thought I was going to work with Christian, but it turns out I was working with Peter. I was the only cashier scheduled on today and that sucked massively. Peter is cool though.
I came home and I had to sit in the living room face down to smother myself from the pungent smells coming from the kitchen. I couldn't even eat anything on my break today (noting that I wasn't necessarily hungry to begin with). Lights made it worse and especially the ammonia cleaner.
Peter said I looked like a girl who listened to the Arctic Monkeys. Quite frankly, I looked like a mess today. I don't know how that translates.
I'm also apparently the first girl who rejected Ryan. Whatever.
Fernando called to ask to hang out at the Bird Sanctuary. I was getting my Chinese on with Tiffany, Michael and Kellie and a plethora of sesame chicken. Priorities, you know?
I kind of wish I could just isolate myself for a while and sleep. I'm exhausted and overemotional. I keep having random bouts of sadness and anger. I've been afraid to miss physics.
They're not even triggered by anything. I was writing my Heart of Darkness essay yesterday and I just planted my face down on my notebook and was very sad. And no, I'm not moved by Heart of Darkness.
I realized that I haven't actually read the book. I was reading solely for imagery, contrasts, bullshit like that. Oriani always said that you'll only appreciate the book if you tear it apart and make it your own. She has no idea what she's talking about. Sometimes I want to go into teaching to prove people wrong. She even said that the longer something was, the better it was. What kind of bullshit is she feeding?
People hate English. I don't know why. It's uncovering mysteries and meanings in text; nothing is definitively right or wrong. There's a beauty in that.
I'm also finding the math done in physics is relaxing.
"what's the matter with you lately?"
