I'm learning to knit

My goal is to make a full sweater by the end of this year. Check for updates. I fully intend to make a sweater with a huge "A"
KNITTED INTO THE FABRIC ITSELF!
it's going to be the shit.

You know something?

I feel like shit.

Do you remember the name of the guy who invented Napster?

NEITHER DO I.



isn't that kind of sad?
i mean sure,
i could type in "inventor+napster" in the little google box in the upper right hand corner of my window
but should I even have to?
I mean, it really hasn't been THAT long since all that shit blew up.
It makes me wonder though, before the internet did people just have better memory?
Because I KNOW it's not just me who feels like I can't remember shit these days. Which one of you folks can tell me the name of any of Bill Clinton's cabinet members without looking it up?
I sure as fuck can't, i'll tell you that.
It's also possible that before the internet people did just forget about the shit that happened 10 years ago and brushed it off as irrelevant.
It sort of is, if you think about it. Irrelevant, I mean.
So much of what we think (if not ALL of it) is just like, a hyper-compression of all the shit we've heard.
Would I march a herd of elephants over the Alps
if I didn't know how hard it sucked for Hannibal?
I guess that's a stupid example, because clearly I would never ride an elephant over the Alps..unless I was a total asshole.
This all calls into question the whole "learning from history" thing. I get that it's like cool and fancy to know about history but in reality its kinda bullshit.
There are no mistakes that haven't been made twice.
Even the "marching across the Alps", fucking NAPOLEON did it,
and you KNOW he was about Hannibal.
But his spin on it
was to do it sans elephants......a level of jack-assery the world has yet to see topped.
Like..at least if you have elephants you don't have to WALK UP A MOUNTAIN.
also, it gets realllllly cold you could totally kill one, hollow it out sleep inside it.
Shit, you could put a fucking kitchenette in.


Top Ten Things for Aria To Do Immediately:
1) Make an elephant aparment (or, "elephartment") in the Alps
2).....



yes, the above is funny because it says "phart" which sounds like "fart".
haha...fartment...

I looked so fucking GROSS today, I have to get that out. I was in the library for 12 hours, so I can forgive myself a little. But I hated it. Skin looked good at least.
Anyway, I'm not going to be that bitch who is like "Oh my god, I hate my fucking faaacceee" because usually I'm not too shabby.

on that self-assured note. I'm off to bed.
Final bio exam tomorrow. It feels pretty weird...

So I've Decided

How much I fucking hate ADD people...
Let it be known that my affliction affects soley my ability to not forget where I put everything.
anyway.

The KKK Don't Hit No Babies

This morning I woke up to the sounds of screaming babies and 16-wheelers.
No, sadly I am not trying to be poetic. There were actually the things I heard because I live on the 14th floor of a building on Amsterdam Ave. A building that sits right across from another tall building so together they bump sound waves back and forth and back and forth until finally the ball of sound flies into my room, hits the ceiling, dies, and for the rest of the morning, drips it's death juices all over my angelic, sleeping face, until finally I wake up, covered in dry death crust. That, my friend, is poetry
or a run-on sentence.


Soooo, its been brought to my attention (by professionals) that I am afflicted with the scourge known as ADHD, subtype: inattentive. This doesn't surprise me for two reasons:
A) I am not entirely certain that I believe ADHD is a disease, I think its what happens when you don't spank your kids. Before B)
I'm going to take a moment to disparage those among us who believe that hitting your kids is somehow immoral or inhumane (9 times out of 10, said people are either total fucking brats or their own kids are fucking badly behaved pieces of shit). I recently had a conversation about this to a girl who adamantly opposes spanking, on the grounds that it is child abuse.
When I told her my parents spanked me (she's met my parents, many times), she said "Well, then your mom abused you".
hm...
So then I countered with "Well, how about cultures in which spanking is a widely accepted method in child-rearing"
her response:
"Well they are wrong, that's child abuse."
Wait....so say Korea for example, where most parents spank their kids, they are ALL wrong?
she says, (very firmly, I might add) "YES"


ah subtle racism
anyway, back to ADHD....ha
B) I thought I was just a crazed genius, not that I was afflicted with some brain disorder.
So..two of my beliefs were crushed
on the upside, I was prescribed some Concerta, which I am looking forward to trying out, truth be told.

Anyway, Finals week is about to commence. I capitalized it because it is very important..in destroying my will to live.
On the upside I am quite pleased with the events in my personal life. There's this boy...that's about as far as i'm going to go with that. But let's just say he's fucking adorable.
This fried rice I made for breakfast has a bit too much pepper.
yes, im eating fried rice in the morning
guess why.

Finally, and most importantly, I am going hommeeeeee to La Ciudad de la Nuestra Señora, la Reina de Los Angeles. Yes, that's the original name of L.A.