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| 1. I am a blood traitor; I hate college students. I finally realized this after some asshole in a big truck backed into my van and drove off. College students are loud, obnoxious, disrespectful morons and I wish they would all catch fire.
2. After picking Erica up from work a few times, I have realized that parents in this country treat their kids like shit. I will never put my child in day care. Maybe it's just because I'm an ancestor worshiper, but I always thought having kids was the whole point to life. Not driving a BMW. If you don't want kids, don't have kids. Do not ignore them and pawn them off on complete strangers from 7am to 5:30pm every day. The kids hate it and so do I.
3. Apparently, I am evil. At least, all my friends say I am. I, however, argue that I am just pragmatic. For example, gambling on the summer scholars campers is not evil or wrong; it's just taking advantage of an oppirtunity. Granted, that time I spit in Jenny's face was a little mean, but evil? | | |
| So, we just rolled back into town from Greenville. We spent the weekend there celebrating Lynn's graduation. Over the course of the weekend, I ended up chugging a drink composed of roughly 80% rum. I spent the rest of the night rubbing chips on my nuts and throwing them at people.
This incident is related to the last time I got drunk. I shot Matt.
Tuesday is Matt's super cock ass party. What retardedness will I commit? Only time will tell. | | |
| So, I went to the doctor today. Since Friday, I've been having the worst sore throat of my life. It hurts almost to a dibilitating extent. Well, as it comes to pass, my health is a damn train wreck.
BP: 140/110, Pulse: 106, and a upper respitory tract invection.
So, anyway, it's, uh, time to quit smoking and lose some weight there.
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| Oh man, my age just hit me like a sack of hammers in the sac. First, I realized that I'm that guy. With my bleeched hair and piercings. But then I realized, I'm not that guy, I'm "that" guy. Not the cool, alt. punk guy. The old guy who listens to bands no one's ever heard of.
I remember back in the good old days, when the goth kids wore all black and trench coats (and yes, I was one of them) and the skater punks had fucked up hair and wallet chains. Now, the goth kids look like the punks, and all that's left of punk is a reality show about Travis and those snivelling emo whores. If hating the music high school kids listen to doesn't make you old, I don't know what does.
But there's more. As is my wont, I was outside smoking with Ian. And lo, some pretty little blond girl walks by and Ian commences to checking her out. So, I thought I'd see what the deal was. All I could think was how young she looked. That is old. Seeing an attractive girl and thinking she's too young for you.
Well, time to start thinking about retirement. | | |
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