Ganges called me tonight and we the most fucking amazing one and a half hour roast session on none other than the poisonous bane of my high school existence, Ms CHOW. I learned some pretty hilarious dirty secrets about this one and I honestly can't fucking stand her pompous ass. It was great...he met her and now neither he nor my other good Columbia friend can STAND her ass. unfortunately, they're trapped for another 8 months by almost daily contact with her in France. I nearly peed my pants laughing when i heard about her ridiculousness. The next time someone tries to blow me off by saying that she "walks by the Etro store every day on her way to class," I will smoke her ass by saying i OWN pieces from both the latest collection and past collections PRIOR to Etro's enormous fame. FUCK YOU.

My fuzzy slippers arrived the other day and the boy is dying to try them on. Too bad my cat stole one of them and is now practically living in it. He will have to wrestle it away from the cat if he wants to wear it and he will then be obliged to keep the cat warm because my ChairCat Mao isn't going to freeze so that HIS foot can be comfortable. Jesus I am definitely losing it.

I am also hurrying to finish Burke and his Reflections on the French Revolution which will hopefully make me not fail this fucking CC midterm. School sucks. Why am i still here?? Marxian analysis of this problem says that the superstructure of social understanding (as well as my parental units' control) is horrifically mismatched with whichever modes of production I emply to produce. Of course, instead of the superstructure changing, poor little Proletariat me is stuck in school. This is a terrible Commodity fetishism and objectification of my person. AGHHHHHH.

At least I might pass.