February 2024 | me in the panopticon feeling girlcore

2/7/24 | modern education becomes more and more dystopian each year. there's this new cute little extention they install to your pc that tracks and telepathically controls your screen. my chem prof is in love with this app. he keeps on locking my screen for ever and ever please just let me finish reading my toxic doomyuri/news about king charles being pro state.

education is so One Size Fits All type beat that you're just going down the assembly line manufacturing future schizophrenic factory workers. its a pathology. nuance is needed so stop trying to produce Well Rounded students. what you'll see is collective disinterest and a loss of any enthusiasm towards learning in a system that already prioritizes numbers over substance. so no, i don't think turning the school into a digital panopticon is the right approach to incentivize unmotivated students, rather it only addresses the symptoms of a much more ubiquitous problem

2/13/24 | my friend and I went on an indie book store hunt in pennsylvania, powering through 4 bookstores in 1 day back to back slamming shots. my favorite was this quaint little anarchist bookstore nestled tightly next to a commercial street: a living, breathing third space. what really sold it for me were the zines stacked up at the front desk and the event calendar that ranged from live readings to poetry sessions. browsing books there was also cathartic and comforting, ended up spending all too much time holed up in the women studies section before finally purchasing this amazing and sexy anthology of writings on materialist feminism. aside from the atmosphere it was also very surreal to see the bathroom graffiti: "catgirls for prison abolition :3" "lets smoke the estrogen shot"
A cheeky "put the seat down you miserable fucks" scrawled under the toilet seat. "yall think soren kierkegaard smoked mids?" bookstore anarchist nerds are peak

2/14/24 | watched saltburn until 3am in a hotel right before competing. horrendous decision which i Do Not regret. plot felt akin to an acid trip accompanied by campy queer theatrics, in other words, it had me gagged. floored. i think the zenith of life is when you grave fuck your unconsummated lover and drink his cum water, thanks emerald fennell for this crafty exploration of all encompassing obsession and high society.