Wootzorz. Also teh yeyz.

The damned things are finished! And now there will be much sexy sith chick action. Mmm..KotOR.

Anyone else find it easier to roleplay evil characters of the opposite gender? I always find it's a little easier to detach oneself.


Note to self; start work earlier next time.

PS: I love you really Pyrrho. Sextus is totally using you though dude.

Pyrrho is a twunt. And Sextus Empiricus can eat badger faeces and die. Well, he could if he wasn't dead already.

Writing an essay on skepticism when you have...12 hours is never going to be fun.

Writing an essay on skepticism when you can't really remember the lectures, can't find your notes, and seem to have lost the core text when you have...11 hours and 58 minutes is even less so.

Particularly when all you really remember is 'Oh really?! YA REALLY!' jokes. Which probably don't even make sense. Fuck a duck in the arse with a freakin' broadhead. Or a peewee. That'd be amusing.

Fortunately, it's not a compulsory module so when I fail, i can probably ignore it. But come ON! Doubting everything in a really neutral manner doesn't seem like real philosophy. Particularly since the doubting can NEVER BE STOPPED. EVER.

I don't give a riproaring donkey fart what Sextus is trying to argue in this passage because it's just common sense. Being in different physical/mental states makes things seem different. Therefore, we can't really know what the thing in question is. And? We'll never be able to, so why worry?

GET ON WITH YOUR AFTERLIVES, YOU CLASSICAL WANKERS!

Well, that was interesting.

This blog thing might actually be a good thing. Definitely a horribly embarassing one, but there are worse things.

Like...addiction. Which I'm not suffering from. At ALL.

I'm deeply, deeply sorry.

It's just one of those days, when you don't wanna wake up
Everything is fucked, everybody sucks
You don't really know why, but you wanna justify,
Rippin' someone's head off

Dear god. I just quoted Limp Bizkit. Shoot me now. Is it possible to rip off one's own head?

Quoting Limp Bizkit,
It's as low as i'll plummet
Please, God, forgive me.

Haiku makes everything better.

...Right?

Thank the Great Old Ones for that.

Emo problem is still around, but hey, it's obviously my punishment for wearing band-shirts.

I'm feeling physically sick whenever I think about her, and getting narked when she's not in contact, but when she does, it can best be described as...awesome. I'm such a damn EMO.

On the bright side, the work is being slowly completed. All I need to read up on is *cough* the entirety of Pyrrhonian scepticism and Kant's argument from morality. I've got 'til Friday, how hard can it be? All it cost me was my soul. Hurrah!

ALSO! I have been coming up with ideas for my M&M game, which is always a good thing. I might even run it this time, if I can find the right players (read: HER). Though the ideas I've had do slightly contrast the entirety of the write up I have to hand. But hey.

Fuck a DUCK. Back to the saving of Peach!

First post ever!

Emo problem of the day:
Girlfriend issues.

Large problem of the day:
7000 words to write by Friday.

Worst problem:
Dropping out is looking attractive again...


And yes, I have just created a blog entirely to complain about not writing essays fast enough. I'm a freakin' genius.