i wanna graduate.
3.22.2008
3.10.2008
try to guess my current mood
"People with experience maintain that proceeding from a basic principle is very reasonable; I yield to them and proceed from the basic principle that all people are boring. Or is there anyone who would be boring enough to contradict me in this regard?... Boredom is the root of all evil. This can be traced back to the very beginning of the world. The gods were bored; therefore they created human beings. Adam was bored because he was alone; therefore Eve was created. Since that moment boredom entered the world and grew in quantity in exact proportion to the growth of population. Adam was bored alone; then Adam and Eve were bored together; the Adam and Eve and Cain and Able were bored en famille. After that, the population of the world increased and the nations were bored en masse. To amuse themselves, they hit upon the notion of building a tower so high that it would reach the sky. This notion is just as boring as the tower was high and is a terrible demonstration of how boredom had gained the upper hand.
-S(complicated O)ren Kierkegaard
Speaking of Kierkegaard I found this:
The girl who does these has twenty right now, and I believe she is doing twenty more. You can see the rest here
This is one of my favorites:
This is one of my favorites:
3.06.2008
that does not inspire within me a sense of obligation
Fruck
Last night I got an email from University of Iowa asking if I was still interested in the writing community. Apparently I missed the deadline for submitting some sort of written work to prove that I can write. I had no idea I was supposed to submit proof of writing ability, so I had no idea that I had missed the deadline. Anyway, I have until wednesday now. They said it could be fiction, or an essay, or something like that.
Right now I am home from school, oscillating between procrastination and pulling short stories out my ass. I'm working on this overly sentimental, tripe filled story that takes place in New York and involves ex-lovers meeting after 27 months only they weren't lovers because he was married to her sister before she got hit by a truck, but they had an affair while the sister was living, and now they are sad people. Also, he has a prosthetic leg, and an eye patch, and he thinks he is an alien, but he isn't an alien, he just thinks he is one. she could be pregnant, but really she just stopped eating because she read the way of the pilgrim, and the internal rhythm of her heart is all screwed up because she keeps reciting that prayer and he wont get out of the bathtub even though he knows he should, and he keeps pretending to be his brother Seymour, and slowly everything becomes a J.D. Salinger story.
watch it.
Last night I got an email from University of Iowa asking if I was still interested in the writing community. Apparently I missed the deadline for submitting some sort of written work to prove that I can write. I had no idea I was supposed to submit proof of writing ability, so I had no idea that I had missed the deadline. Anyway, I have until wednesday now. They said it could be fiction, or an essay, or something like that.
Right now I am home from school, oscillating between procrastination and pulling short stories out my ass. I'm working on this overly sentimental, tripe filled story that takes place in New York and involves ex-lovers meeting after 27 months only they weren't lovers because he was married to her sister before she got hit by a truck, but they had an affair while the sister was living, and now they are sad people. Also, he has a prosthetic leg, and an eye patch, and he thinks he is an alien, but he isn't an alien, he just thinks he is one. she could be pregnant, but really she just stopped eating because she read the way of the pilgrim, and the internal rhythm of her heart is all screwed up because she keeps reciting that prayer and he wont get out of the bathtub even though he knows he should, and he keeps pretending to be his brother Seymour, and slowly everything becomes a J.D. Salinger story.
watch it.
3.04.2008
caucus party
substiprostitution
my english teacher might be dead, but in better news we have the best substitute ever. some would argue that she is the worst substitute ever, but why can't she be the best and worst? that happens sometimes. anyway she is the latin teacher, and she graduated from SMU about a year ago with a degree in medieval studies.
she isn't an ugly woman, but she isn't pretty. she looks the quintessential high school nerd, and i think standing before us she was conflicted: she knows she shouldn't be subject to the opinions of a bunch o' stupid white kids, but she can't help it. the result was an overly domineering tone of voice without any ability to intimidate. all the guys in the class myself included kept trying to put the moves on our substitute. she mentioned that it is illegal for us to date her, and we decided we could get a hover craft, but she told us that wouldn't reach neutral air space.
she also kept quoting Rage Against the Machine.
she isn't an ugly woman, but she isn't pretty. she looks the quintessential high school nerd, and i think standing before us she was conflicted: she knows she shouldn't be subject to the opinions of a bunch o' stupid white kids, but she can't help it. the result was an overly domineering tone of voice without any ability to intimidate. all the guys in the class myself included kept trying to put the moves on our substitute. she mentioned that it is illegal for us to date her, and we decided we could get a hover craft, but she told us that wouldn't reach neutral air space.
she also kept quoting Rage Against the Machine.
3.03.2008
Still Not Looking For an Excuse
Political Retrograde Retrospective Spectacular!
In honor of the upcoming election, and dallacious caucus I feel the need to present the world with the (best) worst political ads of all time!
1. The Scariest Fucking Political Ad of All Time
2. Bush's Clincher (avoid sexual overtones)
3. Most Desperate Political Ad of All Time (You're still my gal Hill)
1. The Scariest Fucking Political Ad of All Time
2. Bush's Clincher (avoid sexual overtones)
3. Most Desperate Political Ad of All Time (You're still my gal Hill)
3.01.2008
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that does fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong,
Hark! Now I hear them – Ding-dong, bell.
-Shakespeare
This has been running through my head for the last week. I read the tempest about a year and a half ago.
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that does fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong,
Hark! Now I hear them – Ding-dong, bell.
-Shakespeare
This has been running through my head for the last week. I read the tempest about a year and a half ago.
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