This Oxford tutorial requires a paper a week (which doesn't count the three papers required for the social change class; I have to write a lot of freaking papers this quarter). I haven't started my paper for this coming Wednesday. I need to, but instead I keep doing silly futile things like getting into Internet fights and going to clubs.

It is weird that I keep going to clubs. I had never gone to one before arriving in England, and now I go like twice a week. I am maybe just still the slightest bit tipsy from tonight's outing, and I want to tell everyone about this thing that I am thinking, because the alcohol has taken the place of the self-restraint molecules in my bloodstream.

T. S. Eliot's The Waste Land was the "Smells Like Teen Spirit" of 1922.

How do we feel about this? I know at least one of you cares enough about both works to evaluate that statement, even if the rest of you are goldurned philistines.