>cut twenty page essay down to six pages
>presentation STILL runs overtime
I GOT MY GLASSES FIXED, AND MY DAD WON ME CANDY AT THE ARCADE.
ALL IN ALL: AWESOME.
WHY AM I TRYING TO CAST UMINEKO INTO HAMLET
what is love
derrida don't hurt me
don't hurt me
(or maybe you SHOULD and that's the point!?!?!? insomuch that any "point" is possible the point of which is that IT ISN'T oh god)
I DO LIKE THAT SPIVAK CALLS IT "LOVE" IT LETS ME MAKE INAPPROPRIATE UMINEKO JOKES THROUGH MY CONSTANT HEADACHES
ALSO I STILL HAVE READ LIKE NO FOUCAULT (OR KIERKAGAARD, OR LEVINAS, OR SAID, OR LIKE TEN THOUSAND OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE), I AM A FAILURE AS A LITERARY SCHOLAR