"I'm not just talking about one person I'm talking about everybody. I'm talking about form. I'm talking about content. I'm talking about interrelationships. I'm talking about God! The Devil! Hell! Heaven! Do you understand?? Finally?!"
Harding was in the pyschward voluntarily. He was intelligent, spoke with pomposity, and was even described as having an attractive wife. The poor man was a coward in the beginning. Old McMurphy saved them all.
"One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" was an interesting book. I've moved onto a nonfiction this week.
and Christ am I starving...
I had my first radio internship tonight from midnight to 2am. My teacher is kickass. His name is Hodges... I think. Hodges is his DJ name. He played metal most of the night, totally fine with me. There was another person in there with him, a girl, a cute one too. I felt a little bad seeing how he mentioned he didn't know he was going to have an intern tonight. Consequently, I felt as though I were involuntarily cockblocking and left about an hour early just in case they wanted to... talk privately. The show went well though, I learned some cool things, chatted a bit with the 2 of them about the hell of working in the food industry. (they work at Cracker Barrel. The stories we shared weren't too dissimilar.) It was an awesome, chill time.
I begin to wonder now about who will read this. On my old myspace blog, I was always surprised by people when I'd meet and they'd say "so I read in your blog..." It was always interesting to find out who was paying attention. I think right now, I may have just one person reading this since they're pretty much the only person aware of its existence. Kinda nervous about that.
And being a radio intern. I can't wait to have my own show.
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