I poo on aesthetics

When I attempt to bestow my wisdoms on my fellow man in lovely conversation I thought that the degree in aesthetics I'm reluctantly trying to achieve would help and up-deuche me, but it doesn't... My brainbox was not created to suckle on the dull tit of philosophical enlightenment and for the life of me, I can not remember why I applied for it in the first place! What was I thinking? "Let's study art philosophy for three years so I can live a long and melancholy life working in art museums, smoking my fingers and teeth yellow and hanging out in Kunstnernes Hus opting for an annoyed facial-expression whilst murmuring about the dull art scene in Oslo, with complete strangers of course since my friends disowned me after I deuchily brought them to an Andres Serrano SHIT exhibition..."

Self Portrait by Andres Serrano

Yeah, it's a poo... And because of my University of Oslo lapse of judgement I am piling on debt and at this exact moment neglecting to study by pondering my stupidity and what kind of man hating/penis loving FUN Cixous was smoking when she wrote The Laugh of the Medusa.

I want to make sweet-sweet love to a bottle of alcohol on a Friday night, but instead I should be reading art history or the history of literature since my exams are on Monday 30th until Thursday 3rd followed by a four hour exam on Friday. And now I feel ashamed that I could possibly find these cute little exams THIS stressful. It's three exams per semester, which is nothing! Dang, I need to get my priorities straight and study!

Hegel-Kant-Adorno-Barthe bullshit here I coooooome!

Hare Krishna

Siren

aaaaaaeeeeehaaaaa I have to start writing my paper!

I NEVER learn! I HAVE got to get better at student...ing! I could argue that I'm fighting "the man" in not studying and procrastinating to the point of this ridiculous hour... I haven't even read the middle ages yet!

AAAAH it is soooooo dull! I made up my mind to sit at home and do some work today and not go out for delightful jubilance and hi-jinx as I usually would on a Saturday night; It all started so well as I got out of bed at noon, but them I realized there was a Ned Flanders Simpsons marathon on Viasat 4 and I knew I was screwed...

List of things I find the time to do instead of writing the paper do on Monday:

-Watch Simpsons marathon
-Clean apartment (In my defence it was disgustingly overdo...)
- Read 154 blog posts on Bloglovin'
- Reflect upon the name Roxy (What my brother named his freshly birthed baby-girl)




Roxy Music (Band), Roxy Hunter (Annoying Nikelodeon kid), Roxy (duuuude), Roxy Hart (He had it coming...)
I see great things in her future!

- Figure out my new haircut and style

Thank you Aggy!

I've wanted to refresh my hair again for some time now, but have been in doubt as to what style/celeb to mimic for some time now; but as always "when in doubt, google-blog Agyness Deyn"

- Bid on Australian vintage clothes on e-bay
- Peruse Asos.com
- Go to the grocery store to buy Coco Puffs, candy and Gøteborg Rapé snus
- Drink wine
- Blog...

Plato, Aristotle, Thomas Aquinas and what's-his-face: Your paper will be halfassed if finished at all and I'm truly sorry. I lack the discipline and inspiration philosophy requires and now I'm going to watch Mallrats.
Hare Krishna

Soon to be University drop-out Siren