So I want to write a book. It seems like a lot of people want to do it. However, it’s a problem for me for several reasons. First off, I’m very against English majors. Fuck English majors. Despite very much enjoying it, I really really hate English class. I’m starting to turn against French class, but that’s a different matter. That’s because of Poly Sci majors.
Anyways, the whole English major thing has to do with book writing being the kind of thing an English major would do. But that’s not the important thing. The important thing is that I want to write a book on something I have no authority on: philosophy.
All that, however, is relatively irrelevant because the point I’m trying to make here is that facts are facts no matter who says them.
Fuck. I’m bored again. Dagnabbit. Something about a four year old saying benzene is aromatic. And me being a genius. Oh. Yeah. That was the important part.
