Story To Tell

In my advanced writing class everyone was given the assignment to write a paper with the only guideline being to keep the word adventure in mind...

This is too free for me.. it can lead anywhere... where that is yet... hmm... I don't know...

But what great piece of literature does not include love, in some form or another...

It must be love...

The great adventure, love...

Social Whores...

In college I watch my peers whore themselves out, for attention, for popularity, for sex, for admiration, for somebody to love them, even if it is the most false and terrible kind of love....

Fraternities and sorrorities, clubs and organizations, parties and get-togethers, hang-outs and hook-ups... it all looks the same to me...

We all have our values. Mine just don't coincide with the majority of my peers.

Am I doomed to be the black sheep? Or am I only painting myself?

No Real Intention...

There's no real intention behind this post... I don't have much to say...

People keep IM'ing me... but it's perfectly dull and I'm not interested in hearing them talk about how great they are. Why do I give out my screen name?

All the little pseudo-gothies on campus have seemed to have disappeared quickly. Good.... it's a record though, they held on for more than three weeks before coming pseudo-punk... I guess it's easier to be popular as a pseudo-punk than as a pseudo-goth... gothie count on campus: 3 (by my knowledge)...

Umm... I have no milk, but I want to eat cereal. I don't get enough protein and calcium in my diet.

Will this guy shut up?

I'm getting particularly snotty and rude as I keep writing. Maybe I should stop...

Okay, I'll stop talking about myself now...

I'll be back when I'm feeling more social.

Little Writing...

I decided this evening that I like little writing...

And by little writing I mean writing like that of Emily Dickenson.. neat, condensed, simple writing.. writing little...

I hate big writers.. big writers like Tolstoy, who write thousands of pages, who are complex and layered and so utterly thorough that oxygen couldn't slip through the words they weave together... bah. How utterly.. umm.. utterly.... cluttered.. and pompous.. yes.. pompous..

Ha. I haven't used the word pompous in a while...

Cool.

It sounds so fitting to it's meaning.. pompous.. yes... the word itself is pompous... heheh...

Okay, okay.. I need to go... people.. riling me up and stuff...

I need to spend more time at home.... in the dark... writing terrible poetry... about my broken heart.. in the dark...

*Snickers*

Yeah.. I uh... I'll do that tomorrow...

New Word!

"Burritofy"....

Genius, I say, genius... it is the act of wrapping oneself up tightly, mimicking the wrapping of a burrito... indeed, genius...

And no, I didn't come up with that one.. you must thank Julian for this creation...

Shedding Tears Over Animal Planet....

It's those damned Animal Rescue videos... I'm in the process of watching gorillas protecting children that have fallen into the enclosure (one gorilla is filmed lifting up the fallen child and carrying it to the only human entrace to the enclosure).... am I crying over these? Yes, yes I am..

Shhhh! Don't tell anyone...

When it comes to humans I can be as cold as a stone, but never to anything that is cute or fluffy... or never to any animal so self-aware, so concious of their surroundings and their affect on their surroundings... animals are usually seen as creatures of simple self-preservation. It ruins the romance of it all, but still, it is not entirely accurate...

Now I miss Tilly more... my mom and brother take good care of her, and she's happy, but I miss those little adventures.... finding bullsnakes, getting peed on by turtles...

Oooh! Hot and buff fireman! Yow... hot and buff fireman saving fluffy animals...

Even in video, that just made my day...

And while on that topic, let us take a little time to reflect... firemen... they'll never be rich.. few of them will ever have their names live in infamy by more than the individuals that they directly affect... and none of it matters... firemen are more than ever the heroes that they used to be. They seem to be pure heroes. As a society we undermine, degrade and insult what police officers do for us... firemen, more than at any other time in American history, are our heroes, made all the more heroic by their mortality, by overcoming the weaknesses of human nature.... you know, this deserves a posting all its own, and possibly something more developed.. like a paper.. one of which I have due on Tuesday.. perhaps then... it will be more fitting, more respectful.

Hostile Takeover!

Heheheh... Funny stuff...

I hated FM 91.7 (WMWM) until I had a friend there... heheh... now, instead of D.J's speaking about their personal lives, and stupid inside personal jokes, it's occasionally stuff that I know about or at least somewhat understand...

Plus, you can bully them and send them to the station with the music you'd like to hear because your radio works but your cd player doesn't...

Sweet...

Now, if only like at the U of M they had a gothic radio show... aaah... that's okay.... Otep, Lacuna Coil and Kittie suit me just fine, too...