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Sat, 2 Dec 2006 at 03:50pm
sorry but i'm too goddamned lazy to press "shift" to capitalize letters.
as we at little lc in loganville often would say: "awww feck."
no you're not allowed to use that.
people always ask me to "talk about myself." i've always felt like lying to every one of those bastards. why the hell would you want to know shit about anyone? i'm not that goddamned interesting. for me, life consisted of getting beat up by my mom, being traumatized and threatened at school and trying to make the most of my time that wasn't spent rotting at home or (trying) sleeping at school. and i've grown up with this sort of "loser" mentality which sort of means a different thing to me these days.
after highschool, i decided to slow down, look at myself, and then put my shirt on and go to work. after all, the two hundred and fifty bucks (or around there) doesn't make itself.
as you probably notice, i still have this "loser" mentality shit thing whatever going on. but not so much in the negative way. as much as i know growing really really fucking sucked in so many ways, i've learned to roll with it for lack of better words. it's not so much that i hate my life, or that i'm happy with it, it's moreso that i'm content with it. and that's really all I need more or less.
a pack of cigarettes goes a long way.
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Wed, 6 Dec 2006 at 08:48pm
Overpopulation is a thing of the past folks. When I'm president of America, we will test the IQ every man and woman at the age of 18. Those with a score lower than 140 are made impotent, and drafted (without consent, those who hesitate are set on fire) into the military. No questions asked. Those of higher intelligence are allowed to make life choices.
The mentality of everyone citizen will be that "stupid people suck."
And fuck this shit about foreign relations. Let them blow the shit out of each other. We will practice what ole' Washington wanted in the first place. Isolationism. No trade to be established with any countries. borders will be fenced with 10 miles wide of razor wire coupled with planted explosives each being 6 inches from each other.
Political parties will be non-existent.
Those who cannot take care of themselves in their adults lives are incinerated. No useless people allowed.
Anyone who cannot agree with these terms or just disagrees in general will be shot then set on fire.
Beatings will be administered at random. Even if you're not doing anything wrong.
Public broadcasting and children's programming will be banned. It's useless, creepy, and television sucks anyway.
Everyone is to work for the good of everyone else. A mild form of capitalism will exist, however; there will be no profit to anyone other than myself.
in general, i hate humans.
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Mon, 15 Jan 2007 at 12:37am
Well it's been some time since I last posted anything. What with all the garbage of registration with college and getting a job in a new town. Makes me want to gag.
After the first few days, I decided to give a sort of character generalization of each of my professors. For example: one such Mr. Green (I won't mention his real last name) is a rather loud, vocal person. Self proclaimed crazy man. I often wonder if this man really knows what crazy is.
I've also noticed something rather familiar about the campus. It then dawned on me that the students look an awful lot like the morons back in high school. Your general "popular girl" with the obnoxiously large sunglasses and nauseatingly bright attire. The usual jock/redneck/prep or whatever the kids are calling them these days. The kind you usually see making asses of themselves at eleven in the evening at Taco Bell with their big red trucks mommy and daddy obviously shelled out for. Your other cliches such as the "gangstas" and the geeks/nerds.
One really begins to wonder if any of these people ever really change after graduation, or if they just stay the same immature idiot they were back in their freshman year trying to be like everyone else and trying to "fit in." One wonders if they really get the big picture and the utter irony here.
Simply, no one gives a shit in college. It's the big adults world for lack of better terms. None of the shit you did back in high school, none of the kids you hung out with, none of the same shitty clothes you wore is going to get you anywhere. There just seems to be some big moronic mentality that spreads like a disease to these people. Why the hell does any of it matter as much now as it did back then?
why am I even writing this.
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Tue, 20 Feb 2007 at 06:41am
I'm currently writing one to three papers a week for a single college class. In said class we've discussed why it is that people write. I can't entirely be sure about other people but I'm quite sure of myself why I do so.
I found a plain and simple truth. I really only enjoy writing when it's for me rather than for a grade. When I write for myself I can be far more expressive and write about something I actually enjoy rather than having to write on a specific topic. I suppose that would that I would make a terrile journalist or writer for a newspaper.
But in all brutal honesty, who really enjoys writing about a particular topic? To be more specific, who really wants to write about something you know next to nothing about or something that's far too personal? That's why I generally don't enjoy writing for the grade.
But that's just me.
If no one has guessed it yet, I'm more of an observative person than I am anything else. My writing reflects that. Now and then throw in a short story or two but more often than not I'll write about something I've observed or something I had just givin some thought to. I'm not a "spur of the moment" writer either, another reason why I don't like writing for a grade.
Now I'm not sure where exactly I'm going with this... but I've givin this "observation" if you will some thought. Comments? Thoughts? Observations of your own?
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Sun, 15 Apr 2007 at 11:25pm
The manager locked up the door behind them. It was two in the morning and he and I were both ready to get the hell home.
"Nah man let me tell you somethin..." the manager started up. He talked way too goddamn much. It was allready late and I've almost overworked my hours anyway.
He kept on and on about things I didn't care about. He didn't seem to notice this. Most simple minded people are this way. I simply smiled lightly and nodded my head not saying a word but thinking of all the wonderful ways I could kill this person for wasting my time.
Thirty minutes pass he's finally got the gibberish out of his system. We say our goodbyes, I light up a cigarrette and turn the ignition.
Damn it feels good to be going home.
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