Strange effects of Taboo

I really don't like the word "Slut." In any context. Even in the days of searching the internet for pornography (blush, if you must), that was a seldom used word. I was looking at the term "Book slut," and it makes my head do the "something wrong something wrong" Buzz. I simply don't like it.

There's... an inherent lack of worth, in "Sluttiness." It is assumed, and meant that whatever is being there-given, be it sex, or time to reading, is something which should be held more dear, and that juxtaposition, in terms of books, especially, makes me... well damn near sick.

Use the term all you want, however you damn well please, that's simply something i wanted to say.

I also like kittens.

{12.53am: The way scientists and sociologists describe the future is a bit different than you may have imagined it, WOLVEN. In fact, since childhood, you have been hoping for a more generous and more human world, filled with brotherly love. And what if it turns out that you are a real visionary yourself? We'll all just have to wait and find out!

Fuck you, Horror Scope.

{{1.18am: Kate Bush - [Army Dreamers]--- Here, have some more Lilith.

Dream Well}}}

Stolen from Neil Gaiman.

http://rejectioncollection.com/rcollection/index.php3?story_id=169

This is the kind of reason, to alieviate this kind of thing... This is why i want to go into publishing.

Everything on edge...

I've been rather... raw nevered, recently. Things rubbing the wrong way, simply by virtue of their existing, and i've been in an Oscar Wilde style wit mode, since this morning. ladymerrydeath and i were on the train, when we pull into North Avenue station, and we see, as she put it "Students... *insert portent, here*" To which i reply, without, much thought about it, "Greatest tradgedy of school, you know. The Students." And that set the tone, for the rest of the day's witticisms. There was the remark, in Brit Lit, about the sons of King James: "Henry died of Natural causes; Charles died of steel poisoning."

I've been rather acidic, and, etchingly edged, ever since last night, and i really don't know why. I mean, yeah, there's the general annoyance, at things, and the not knowing how to impliment the change of them (Shut up, i know. However you want that.), but that shouldn't be this sweeping. Or maybe i'm simply getting tired of all of the bullshit. My own, especially. A few days' catharsis, and then to a more balanced, flowing whole, neither too caustic, not too calm... That'd be nice... Back to me, and all. Anywho.

I should probably do some damned studying, as i have a Lot of tests, coming up. One on Thursday, one on Tuesday, and one the Thursday after that. I don't know when my Brit Lit test is, but i'm pretty sure it's soon. So strange. I feel fairly confident, in all of those, and especially so, with some studying, from now, until test time... That said, i really don't want to study, at all, and i want to write, and art. Cause i didn't the other day. Bad me, or some such. Time to organise, and use time efficiently, i guess. Besides, Adult Swim's on in an hour.

Later

Sources.

Studying for tests, and my mother keeps pointing out things, which are painfully obvious. When i need to organize, and i know this, i don't need to hear her say it. Especially not in that tone.

She's being meanly parent-like. I know she worries about me, and wants to make sure i'm capable of all of these things, but, when i'm already upset about that very thing, it only aggravates, more. Yeah. Anyway, more studying, better time management, more studying by myself, except before tests. Supposed to get my license, next Tuesday. More time management. La.

Back later. Again.

{11.56pm: On the other hand, my history teacher emailed me the study guide. So that's good. And it appears that, really, all i need to do is read it, and i'll be fine. I remember all of this shit. I hate stressing for meaningless shit. Fuck.

{{12.06am: Ignore it. It's not exaclty pertinent. Just bitching, due to feelings of being overwhelmed.}}}