beautiful despair is hearing dylan when you're drunk at 3am

Right-so I tuned to Night Court after that sexy, sexy Stephen Colbert made me long to be old just so I could be on some hot and steamy Medicare service provider like Gunderson Lutheran and there's this kid playing with a high tech lap top computer that has 64MB of RAM! I must get one of those-that would be useful if I need to make some ASCII art.

School started today. There are 3 noobs in the class. I am sure I made a great impression and I passed judgement quickly. Because I am just that nice. One thing I do wonder is, and this is old anger ball me coming out--how the ever loving fuck did a person I will not describe get an assistantship when said individual doesn't have the brain power God gave gerbildance.com? Mother-fucker but that is a raging act of idiocy on the part of the powers that be and if I am ever the powers that be I will refrain from being so damn clueless and misguided. Course, I am far too laid back to be the powers that be---if I am anything in this field I will be the powers that confound or maybe the power that annoys. I don't have the drive to be....still, I know am quite convinced that the JRterrors are smarter than particular better off classmates--I'm honestly stunned to see this person's return their performance last semester seemed such a debacle. This further illustrates why the words "Department Head" will never follow my name. But there are newbies and they seem---well, I can't say, because they seemed overpowered and intimidated by those of us that knew each other. We were not only loud but-I dare say somewhat annoying to the not participating. I daresay it was nice being back.
But-I saw a look of displeasure when we were discussing the inclass viewing's musical soundtracksomething they were doing with much seriousness and intellectual rigor and I stated that any film about Kentuckians had to, by law, feature fiddle music as the main musical theme. The two new women across from me, the ones uninitiated to my-ahem-charm-looked downright pissed. Well, feck em. It's true-Kentucky is to fiddle what Cleveland is to polka. Look it up-it's on the SATs.
This weekend I am very tempted to roadtrip up to Ohio-Cincy Dayton. But if I do that I will be spending money that is totally not in my possession---and I would have to decide between BR and Todd on Sunday and then be back in Bowling Green for class on Monday. But then, I AM doing an independent study on fan activity within the Americana music culture and in a way, it seems necessary. I probably won't--but I SHOULD. I really, really, should.
Damn it all to hell---maybe if I get paid $100 for watching the terrors-then I'll go. That's sarcasm--I'll probably get a shirt that says "I babysat 2 ill mannered dogs for 4 days and all I got was this crummy t-shirt"