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Peter Madsen's InsaneJournal:
| Friday, December 31st, 2010 | |
| 10:21 pm | 6. Oh, new semester, how I don't want to see your arrival. This means I have to reshape a syllabus and do all those other things that involve me being a disgustingly responsible member of the faculty. Wonder if I could just drag the syllabus out. I mean, I think one year there was a guy who didn't hand his in until a week before the semester ended. Always did wonder how he got away with that one. All in who you know, I guess. Whatever. I'll worry later. Right now, I'm going to sit here and enjoy the alcohol I'm currently holding in my hand. Oh, holidays, how I love you. One more excuse to sit around and drink, not that I need any others. |
| Monday, July 26th, 2010 | |
| 11:38 am | 5. It's summer. Not a big fan of summer. Much prefer... well, any time that isn't summer. Largely because I had summer classes this summer and I'm pretty sure my students got dumber between the end of the ACTUAL school year and the start of the summer term. C'mon, people, I had a few of you already, you weren't that bad before! Now that summer classes are done, it's an exciting couple weeks of figuring out the damn next semester. Need to mix it up in my classes, I think the students are getting too complacent with things. Maybe work a field trip of some kind in... Oh, God. I'm worrying about fucking field trips. Okay, it's official. I'm in hell. This is my own personal hell. But at least hell gave me a hot girlfriend and an awesome kid. Fair trade, I think. Speaking of the women in my life, I looked up my ex-wife the other day. Good to see that Donna's still as much of a skanky drug addict as ever. Surprised she hasn't OD'd by now, honestly. It'd be just her luck. Current Mood:  blank |
| Friday, June 25th, 2010 | |
| 12:18 am | 4. Birthday's coming up in a couple days. The Madsens are not an overly sentimental bunch, though, which means that birthday celebrations for me just involve lots of booze and lots of sex with the girlfriend. Though, really, who'd turn that down? Booze and sex, two of my favorite things. How can I not go for it? And especially on my birthday of all days. Don't have any summer sessions at the university until the latter part of the summer, thank you to the educational gods on that one. (And by that I mean Monroe and Meioh.) Means lots of spending time at home being lazy. Or else at the shooting range. Or... that's about it. I don't exactly have a wide and varied social life. |
| Thursday, May 27th, 2010 | |
| 10:47 pm | 3. Killer robots? What the fucking shit is that? God, and I thought LA was a piece of work. ( Private to Aurora ) ( Private to Lenore ) This place gives me a headache when I think about everything. So I'm just going to go have a beer or twelve, ignore the threat of killer robots, and work on my summer class syllabi. |
| Monday, March 29th, 2010 | |
| 10:30 pm | 2. You know it's a slow day when you have to resort to looking up old news articles about yourself for entertainment. No, really. Spent most of the day in the library on the microfiche machine. I'm pretty sure Flynn was thisclose to chasing me off. Whatever, I was bored and I've already got my classes planned out to the end of the semester. It was either that or go to the firing range, and there's only so much time I can spend there before they start looking at me funny. Well, funnier. They already tend to give me the evil eye when I go in. But that might just be that Kiernan kid being weird. Current Mood:  tired |
| Monday, February 1st, 2010 | |
| 7:24 pm | 1. Private Entry. I'm not much of a family man. Or at least I wouldn't be if I had a normal family. If I had a normal family, I'd probably have killed them all after six months just for being so goddamn annoying. But I don't have a normal family. I have Death for a future mother-in-law, a crazy woman for a future aunt-in-law, my girlfriend's parents are Death and a dead guy, and my kids are horrifyingly bad-ass. (Though sometimes they're just horrifying. I don't get them. At all.) So when you stop to think about it, I've got the perfect family for a guy like me. So why do I feel so helpless lately? I fucking hate feeling helpless. And I'm fucking horrible at actually being helpless. With everything that Lenore's gone through lately... I feel like I should be there more. No, I know I should. But what the hell do I do? Somehow I don't think my usual methods of solving a problem are going to work here. And believe me, if they would, the people responsible for all the trouble they've caused my little girl and her friends would've been dead ages ago. Life was actually easier when I was a terrorist. What kind of fucked up shit is that? |
| Sunday, January 13th, 2008 | |
| 11:04 pm | Classes  Professor: Peter Madsen Office: Mneme #026 Appointment Only TA: [Accepting Applications] Specialized Major: Political Science  Professor's note: --- POL204 History of Terrorism Time: 2-3:30pm Days: M/W Student Limit: 20 Notes: --- |
| 11:03 pm | Classes  Professor: Peter Madsen Office: Mneme #026 Appointment Only TA: [Accepting Applications] Specialized Major: Political Science Professor's note: --- PSY129 Psychology of Evil Time: 12-1:30pm Days: M/W Student Limit: 20 Notes: --- PSY115 Abnormal Psychology Time: 3-4:15pm Days: T/Th Student Limit: 20 Notes: --- |
| 11:02 pm | Voicemail "Madsen's voicemail. I'm not here. Leave a message." |