but if you’re going to hurl one or two at someone, you might as well use these:

http://onlytrippystuff.tumblr.com/post/7912856994/shakespeare-insult-kit

Although I must say that Anders Breivik is a rank, hell-hated joithead.

I had a great dream.

I asked a retired teacher a while back about two papers that I should write for him. He said I could do whatever I wanted, and I was so excited about that. I love getting free hands to do something, because that’s when I’m at my best.

He said I could write about anything as long as I’m interested in the topics myself. So I’m going to write about Canadian English as an emerging dialect, and secondly about the Shakespeare authorship question in America. He’s truly going to get what he asked for.

In my dream, I had an inspiration to make the papers in the form of paintings, with writing on them. I was so pumped about my idea in the dream.

Well, now that I’m awake I know it’s a ridiculous idea. But in the dream I was going to paint these ideas that I had in senior high school in arts class. It was a triptych about exolife. I loved those paintings, but my teacher lost one of them. I was so pissed.

But what if I recreated them now, in oils? It would be an opportunity to try something else aside from faces. I really think I should try it at least once.

Cold meatballs straight from the package.

Yes, this is a joke. I did eat cold meatballs from a package, but the most boring thing you can blog about is what you’ve eaten on any given day.

I’m so out of tune with my thoughts that it feels impossible to post anything intelligent. Try to bear with me.

I got tagged again. Thanks Amoena. I’ll see about it this month, I hope.

I just don’t know what I’m doing.

My life doesn’t seem real. I’m a walking corpse.

It’s disturbing that people can see me. I’m not convinced I’m here. All there.

Oh well. I’m finally going to visit my parents again so I’ll get to take photos of my new-ish paintings. Yipee.