So today, I was in my fiction class. Whew, the people in this class. I mean, sure, reading fiction is arbitrary. People are going to take different things away from it. That's no excuse to see something in the text that simply isn't there. You fucking morons. Read the fucking words, they tell you what the story means. I'm sick and fucking tired of hearing these bullshit interpretations of fiction (usually based on auteur theory, regardless if the imbecile knows what that is or not) of genuinely good stories.

"Well, I see a bit of homosexuality on the part of the hero." Bullshit, there is none. You're gay.

"I think there's some good in the grandmother character." She drowns her dog, slaps her granddaughter, and has a reverie about loathing her daughter. Yeah, sounds like an amiable person.

"The author of this story obviously had issues about his mother." No shit. Who doesn't. You writing your own material, or is a team of chimps working around the clock on it. Assessing an author's psychological makeup based on one of their works is absolutely retarded. You are absolutely retarded, and I hate you for it.

"I have nothing to say, but I'm going to talk in circles for at least 45 seconds too long." That's not a direct quote, I'm paraphrasing. Just stop.

"I"m a feminist and see females being hated in anything I experience." Again, I'm paraphrasing. Become a dyke and hang out with dykes, don't trouble the rest of the world with your bullshit.

"I'm a film major and obsessed with the meta-reality inherent in any media, because I just heard the word 'meta' in one of my film studies classes." Maybe it's just me, but I think I abandoned any semblence of quoting people, I'm just describing them now. I went through this phase too, don't worry, the novelty will wear off. Meta-meta-meta-shit isn't nearly as witty when you're not constantly high. (For those of you that are high though, Meta-meta-meta-shit would be shit that has been eaten by someone, shit out, then eaten by a catfish, then shit out, then eaten by a fungus and shit out.) Stop smoking so much fucking pot. Your judgement is skewed so far that you don't even know where you are, let alone where you're going (in a metaphorical or literal sense). Guess I'm ranting now. My fucking fiction teacher is from California. I HATE PEOPLE FROM CALIFORNIA. I tried to give them a chance. Each one I meet, I say to myself, "Maybe this one won't be retarded." Pretentious, ignorant, pompous shitlickers. It's like, since they're from the same state as Hollywood, some of the pompous air that Film generates gets absorbed by their baby lungs, and goes straight to their fucking brain. I mean, actors are pretentious. C'mon, they are. Nobody that gets paid to play pretend (even if they do it REALLY well) could be anything but an absolute asshole. Even people that don't act and are from California seem infused with this attitude though. It pisses me off.

Alright. Hit up the tagboard if you believe there are multiple matricies in the Matrix universe. That's my running theory. Out.