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Humping the American Dream
Apr. 10th, 2002 10:33 amI knew it was going to happen. About 15 minutes ago, I knew I was going to update my journal. I had so many thoughts back then and now they're all gone.
I've been well this past week. I just needed some time to myself. Time to reflect. Time to make the donuts. I've been keeping up-to-date with everyone else's journal, I needed something to masturbate to. I also made this my homepage. It's a very interesting thing, you see. Everytime I load IE, a new journal pops up and I lose more faith in humanity. I haven't fallen upon one tasteful journal. They're all whiny teenagers with 'bleak' outlooks on life. And here I'm writing in my exemplar of a journal with the most positive outlook.
I got fucking screwed today. I look out of my window and see that it is sunny. I see these two assholes walking around all scantily clad as if to say "Oh what a glorious day, we don't need jackets if the sun is shining." So I took the advice from these two cocksuckers and went out in a short sleeve shirt. It was sunny, yes, but cold. I felt raped. The pigs had done me on all fronts.
I saw Nell right after I got this laptop from the front desk of the library. Nell, or Danielle, was this girl I was affiliated with last year for the last half of the second semester. I don't see her too often this year. In fact, the last time I did see her was at the IB last semester, many moons ago. She says to me "my god, you're in the library" smiles and leaves. All I could do was laugh awkwardly and go about my business. The whole situation would have gone a lot smoother if she said "Hello" or something along the normal lines of society.
I have to write a feature article of 1,500 words by Friday. I had the past week and a half to do it, but just couldn't find the time in my busy schedule of slacking/jerking off. I plan on writing about the redundancy of Main St in Geneseo. There are 3 pizza places, 2 tanning salons, 2 tattoo parlors, around 4 bars, and at least 2 places at which subs can be attained. I'm going to work capitalism in there somehow. I hope I can get it done, I have to get my ass in gear today and tomorrow.
The apartment dude called about my lease. I have to go there and get it and sign it and have my parents sign it. I don't know why my folks have to sign it. I mean they're paying for it and all, but they're not living there. I'm almost 20 years old, I think I can spend my parents' money without being questioned about it. I've been thinking a lot about living in the apartment next year. I think it's going to be awesome. Especially walking to class. No hills, up or down, just a straight line.
Alright, I'm convinced. The only thing you need to start a successful bottled water company is a good name. "Aquafina" "Evian" "Avalon". You need at least one "A" on the bottle. I'm looking at this Aquafina bottle that I paid $1.35 for. Nowhere on the bottle does is say it comes from the mountains or a stream. It says "Non-carbonated, purified drinking water." Bull honkey! Those bastards are charging us insane amounts of money for Brita-filtered tap water. Can't I go a day without getting screwed?
I have to read the rest of half of "Blade Runner." I've never read the book or seen the movie, but there's a quiz on it today. I was looking online for study guides to the book. There is only one recurring site in all of my searches concerning the study guide for the book, the rest are all on the movie. That says something. I think it says something like "LIVE FROM NEW YORK, IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT!!!"
I've been well this past week. I just needed some time to myself. Time to reflect. Time to make the donuts. I've been keeping up-to-date with everyone else's journal, I needed something to masturbate to. I also made this my homepage. It's a very interesting thing, you see. Everytime I load IE, a new journal pops up and I lose more faith in humanity. I haven't fallen upon one tasteful journal. They're all whiny teenagers with 'bleak' outlooks on life. And here I'm writing in my exemplar of a journal with the most positive outlook.
I got fucking screwed today. I look out of my window and see that it is sunny. I see these two assholes walking around all scantily clad as if to say "Oh what a glorious day, we don't need jackets if the sun is shining." So I took the advice from these two cocksuckers and went out in a short sleeve shirt. It was sunny, yes, but cold. I felt raped. The pigs had done me on all fronts.
I saw Nell right after I got this laptop from the front desk of the library. Nell, or Danielle, was this girl I was affiliated with last year for the last half of the second semester. I don't see her too often this year. In fact, the last time I did see her was at the IB last semester, many moons ago. She says to me "my god, you're in the library" smiles and leaves. All I could do was laugh awkwardly and go about my business. The whole situation would have gone a lot smoother if she said "Hello" or something along the normal lines of society.
I have to write a feature article of 1,500 words by Friday. I had the past week and a half to do it, but just couldn't find the time in my busy schedule of slacking/jerking off. I plan on writing about the redundancy of Main St in Geneseo. There are 3 pizza places, 2 tanning salons, 2 tattoo parlors, around 4 bars, and at least 2 places at which subs can be attained. I'm going to work capitalism in there somehow. I hope I can get it done, I have to get my ass in gear today and tomorrow.
The apartment dude called about my lease. I have to go there and get it and sign it and have my parents sign it. I don't know why my folks have to sign it. I mean they're paying for it and all, but they're not living there. I'm almost 20 years old, I think I can spend my parents' money without being questioned about it. I've been thinking a lot about living in the apartment next year. I think it's going to be awesome. Especially walking to class. No hills, up or down, just a straight line.
Alright, I'm convinced. The only thing you need to start a successful bottled water company is a good name. "Aquafina" "Evian" "Avalon". You need at least one "A" on the bottle. I'm looking at this Aquafina bottle that I paid $1.35 for. Nowhere on the bottle does is say it comes from the mountains or a stream. It says "Non-carbonated, purified drinking water." Bull honkey! Those bastards are charging us insane amounts of money for Brita-filtered tap water. Can't I go a day without getting screwed?
I have to read the rest of half of "Blade Runner." I've never read the book or seen the movie, but there's a quiz on it today. I was looking online for study guides to the book. There is only one recurring site in all of my searches concerning the study guide for the book, the rest are all on the movie. That says something. I think it says something like "LIVE FROM NEW YORK, IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT!!!"
