“I feel that getting cuts and blisters on your feet is a worthy sacrifice for wearing cute shoes :]”
This was off of Facebook. It’s been a while since these concepts came up. I have not waxed poetic about it recently; hell, I never waxed poetic about it in the first place. I am not an elegant man. More along the lines of rant wildly, I think, would be best describing it. I have railed on high heels in the past, I believe, but this shit is quite similar to that. Reminds me a tad of foot-binding, except that’s now out of style. It’s as if a designer-y famous dude that sets fashion trends and whatnot lost a limb, and now it is “chic” and “hip” and “off the hook chain”, whatever such terms they use for such trends. “Oh, four limbs. How gauche. Don’t you know that stumps are all the rage these days?”
Stumping fools.
On other topics, I am done with my first essay of the semester. It was a glorious crashing defeat; three pages, and I could not fill the damn space because I could not milk any more information from the four songs to relate to my identity markers. I also couldn’t figure out how to do a conclusion; I barely bullshitted out an intro. The citing was a terrible thing to do as well; usually I am done with that before end times, but I have no idea how to cite a song, or what to cite on this paper in the first place. I’m not even sure if I cited correctly this time, so I suppose I’ll figure out when I get a note saying “you did not cite your sources properly, this is plagiarism, go to the cheating office and be damned.” And now the rest of the weekend is me playing catch up to the slides I’ve neglected because of the paper. I am a terrible student.
Right, I’m feeling lazy, so I’ll end on that.
Listening to: Serge Desaunay – La Valse des Niglos.
I got opinions and I am not afraid to voice them.
