February 2010
127 posts
Instead of writing a five page paper,
I’m just going to switch out of that class. It’s bullshit. We have name tags and circle time, and even though she insists that we don’t know how to write the alphabet, she assigns five page papers on a topic just vague enough for you not to have any idea what to write about.
The only problem with that is now the only available class I can find is online Ethnobotany, with no Rate...
Guide to the Hoofed Mammals of the World →
January 2010
90 posts
Things I get cravings for include:
blueberry donuts and quesedillas.
Taco Bell nutrition calculator →
I also applied to Teavana.
Less bad.
But they drug test, so we’ll see where this goes.
Just applied to Disney.
Goodbye, life, soul, and smiles.
Hello, steady income.
Birthday Countdown:
1 week, 30 minutes.
I have had 902 things to say up until this point,
and now I have nothing.
Turkeys have heart attacks. When the Air Force was...
Top Bunk:
Where you should never put a child wearing Superman jammies.
Nevermind.
Of course #1 pencils exist. There is a long history of pencil technology and features. Going back to the late 19th century, when pencils were first mass-produced, there was only one way to make a “standard” pencil, and nearly all manufacuturers used the same graphite “recipie”, length of pencil, and the all-important four-sided square cross-section.
Of course, as time and...
Has anyone ever actually SEEN a number one pencil?
http://www.om-nom-nomnivore.com/nommies
Oh shit.
Home on the Range
OH give me a home
where the buffalo roam
and the dEEr and the antelope plaaayyy
where seldom is heard
a discouraging word
and the skies are not cloudy all dayyyy
Common Sex Dreams, Decoded!! →
“I like ‘em thin, petite….but not so petite that it’s like...”
– Conrad, on how he likes his women.
Rage Against the Machine.
It’s like an awesome band of ninth graders.
There are some people that never quite leave your...
Just when you think they’re gone forever, surprise, they have good weed. Then you see a glimmer of a horizon that might just be the future looking back at you, and even though a million billion things have changed, everything really is pretty much the same.
I don't know where I'm going,
and that is okay. I’d rather live for the moment.
And I’m talking about life, not college. Talking about college makes me nauseous.
Hello, moon. You're here early.
Steven just got a job at GameStop, and I graduated this morning and just baked a fabulous rum cake. This is the best moon picnic ever.
Today was my last day of High School.
The orchestra butchered Tchaikovsky’s 4th, and I skipped out a little early without saying goodbye or hanging around like I said I would. I just left, and I couldn’t bring myself to feel any sudden emotional upheaval at the less-than-monumentous end of an era. This was a good decision.
I will be celebrating with an excellent trip to the moon tonight with a few (but not all, LOGAN)...
I am envious of anyone who can walk up/down stairs...
The technique is acres beyond me.
Tomorrow is my last day of high school.
It’s about time.
When you make me pull over so you can take cell...
I want to shower you in kisses and eternal love and affection.
I have a sneaking feeling that I would have gained...
I’m having second thoughts about all this.
My views are my own,
and as much as I would love to damn the masses that disagree…
……
Well fuck it, damn them.
Here's how I ended said Humanities paper:
To conclude, I know very little about even less, so if it is divine truth you seek I would suggest you look somewhere else.
I'm debating whether the term "shithead" is an...
I’m thinking yes.
Reasons why you shouldn't text people in the same...
Mom: Your food is beeping.
Me: If you put a fork in it and bring it to me it will stop.
Mom: I'm sleeping.
Me: Clearly not.
Mom: I would be if your done wasn't beeping.
Our first Humanities paper is on what we think...
More so than just any worldview, the worldview of a college student is a frightful thing indeed. With attitudes and atmospheres changing daily, it’s a wonder we think we know anything at all. I’m well aware that I really have no idea what I think about anything, and probably won’t agree with myself tomorrow. However, our ideas and values, essentially our worldview, are oftentimes the only...
Only through death can we truely be at peace.
In the mean time, harbor the chaos.
I'm more than well aware that I'm losing my grip...
but I’m not quite ready to change things just yet. Come what may.
Daily Occurences:
unintelligableintelligence:
I don’t know what sparked this person’s need to treat with me, perhaps it was my undeniable charm, or probably my absolute look of disdain that took over my face as soon my orchestra teacher’s name was uttered. But regardless of the causation, up comes a woman, with enough pomp and circumstance to shame Elgar himself, and feels the need to speak with me. She says “Let...