I Don't Want the World, I Just Want Your Half

Best experience so far today: Concluding the essay portion of my history final with the sentence: "Your parents and Serbs like them started the Great War from their inability to ignore this bulls**t and wean themselves from the tit of the Russian whore."

THAT's how you end a good essay. No, that's how you end an AWESOME essay. By making a racial slur and swearing in your final. Yeah. That's right.

This past week-end was phenomenal. I love the girls from Grand Junction. There was no part of Saturday that I did not like. The play was VERY well done (Scotty did pretty good), I got to hold someone's foot for something like 45 minutes, Khelsy and I went to the monument (no, not for that), party, singing, happy-fun-fun.

Interestingly, Jane Goodall is coming to Westminster. I get her mixed up, I think she's dead a lot of the time. Evidently, I'm desparately wrong.

So I'm bleeding too. Calvin and Pierce and Wilson and I went to the basketball court and swordfought with styrofoam swords. It was pretty spiffy. I hit Calvin in the face twice, so I felt kind of bad about that part of it.

Tomorrow I have my last final. THen Wednesday I'm hanging out with Jeremy, I think. It should be pretty fun. Maybe we'll go to Crossroads or see Kung Fu Hustle or something.

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Reconstruction Site

In my browsing of various "community sites" on the web and my perusal of friends' profiles, I've noticed at least one use for the internet which I think is rarely brought to light: that it's an ego booster.

No joke. Not in the sense either of finding those uglier than yourself (type in "ugly people" in google and see for yourself), but that there are those out there who use these community sites as a form of substance. This is in a purely classical conditioning sense, too. For instance, I know of an acquaintence of mine who would refer to themselves as "fat" and "ugly" and all around not very good looking. Although this was completely false in every respect of these adjectives, they would refuse to believe it.

With the help of the internet, though, they're able to find a continual fountain of reinforcing complements. With it, they can post entry after entry of self-deprecating appraisals and check on a daily basis to hear contrary remarks from friends and the like who are more than eager, through the grace of the internet and the unrestraint of their respective libidos, to complement this person and give them the same complement over and over.

How many times does someone need to hear "You're beautiful" before it ceases to be a complement and begins to be a drug?

It reminds me also of kids in Korea who will go through symptoms similar to withdrawal from heroin in their inaccess to the internet. Hmm. I used to fish for complements on the internet, myself. But how meek and pathetic!

Et vraiment, (et je ecrite ce pour mes amis qui parlent francais, parce qu'il rétrécit les nombres), je suis malade avec the gens qu'ont pathetique and triste dans l'esprit. Je fais des excuses, Amanda a parlé plus tôt de ce blog, c'est trop enfoncement. Mais je m'écarte

Anyways... Well, I'm still in worry over my calling. I need to call Oliver. I suppose I'll do it right now. Tommorrow might be a better day, it depends on how my meeting with the Dean of Student Life goes. We'll see, I suppose?

Hund ihts bihn uh whyle...

Sorry about the title, if you say it out loud, it pretty much conveys the singing style that killed rock that I referred to a while back in the form of the song title "And It's Been a While". Go ahead, say it out loud. See? Doesn't get much more Redneck than that.

I feel shame for the amount of time between blog posts lately. Shame on me something terrible. But let's see, what to say? Well, I just went running and feel sort of tingly all over, which is probably why I'm so enthusiastic about posting on here. Umm... anyhow-

Lately there's been this feeling of apathy seeping into my mind as the college semester dwindles to a close. We have something like two weeks left in the semester and I feel saddened to bid goodbye to my professors and friends (those of whom are leaving before May Term, that is). Honestly, this semester wasn't as bad as I'd expected. Sure, I got a "C" probably in my psych class. Sure, I got sick a lot. Sure, I never quite got the full recognition I think I deserve for the stunts I pulled with Calvin on the floor (but I can concede he has a more outgoing and in-your-face attitude that makes him stand out more, not unlike Balki is over Larry, everyone remembers he's from Greece, what with his anecdotes of the bucket and such, sure, but who remembers Michael Linn Baker's character was a photographer? Few people, I can tell you that).

But I digress...

Really, I suppose I don't have any sort of bottom line or conclusion to this post, nothing beyond me saying hello, I'm still posting, don't give up hope, and things are going great.

Hund ihts bihn uh whyle...

Sorry about the title, if you say it out loud, it pretty much conveys the singing style that killed rock that I referred to a while back in the form of the song title "And It's Been a While". Go ahead, say it out loud. See? Doesn't get much more Redneck than that.

I feel shame for the amount of time between blog posts lately. Shame on me something terrible. But let's see, what to say? Well, I just went running and feel sort of tingly all over, which is probably why I'm so enthusiastic about posting on here. Umm... anyhow-

Lately there's been this feeling of apathy seeping into my mind as the college semester dwindles to a close. We have something like two weeks left in the semester and I feel saddened to bid goodbye to my professors and friends (those of whom are leaving before May Term, that is). Honestly, this semester wasn't as bad as I'd expected. Sure, I got a "C" probably in my psych class. Sure, I got sick a lot. Sure, I never quite got the full recognition I think I deserve for the stunts I pulled with Calvin on the floor (but I can concede he has a more outgoing and in-your-face attitude that makes him stand out more, not unlike Balki is over Larry, everyone remembers he's from Greece, what with his anecdotes of the bucket and such, sure, but who remembers Michael Linn Baker's character was a photographer? Few people, I can tell you that).

But I digress...

Really, I suppose I don't have any sort of bottom line or conclusion to this post, nothing beyond me saying hello, I'm still posting, don't give up hope, and things are going great.