Aasfdhkllkshdfoiy ≈ Angst
History!--what is it good for? Absolutely nothin'! No one ever gives a flying fuck about the past. People forget. People do not want to remember. The newer generations never even touch it--they scoff at it, do not "have a chance," or are too busy being wowed by the new and glitzy fads and trends of the present--while the older generations age and die. So much is lost, even as society supposedly progresses! Mistakes of the past are made over and over and over and over again. Nations follow the same course as individuals, but it is just on a grander scale. Many of those that "do" care are only interested superficially. I want to see someone that is authentically concerned and appreciative. It would be so damn refreshing. God, you must be out there somewhere, right? I would like to ask you where the human soul is going, too.
I am sickened.
No. You know what? I want a world where all we have around are bimbos and pricks who bathe in their own ignorance. I want materialistic, apathetic, self-serving boars and sows (ahem, i.e., male and female pigs, respectively) who will stop at nothing to advance themselves in "life." I want a society that is dictated by the fashion and glamour elite, where perfection in appearance is an absolute must while the inner self goes to shit and all of those who are not immaculately groomed and refined to be abhorred. I want chauvinism, blind and extreme nationalism, religious fanaticism to be the leading factors in our daily decisions and policies. But most of all, above all, I want ALL forms of prejudice and bigotry, Epicurism, Hedonism, lust, greed, and hate to be engrained, melded, forged in our hearts and souls. Yes, that's what I want. Mmmmm.
If you were too dense or vacuous (huh, who's ostentatiously pedantic?) to get any of that last paragraph, I apologize. It was sarcasm.
I am shit-pissed tonight (I'm not normally an one-sided lunatic and asshole) . . . at too many things . . . for too many reasons. Oh what I would do to be at peace!
In other news--the good news--I am probably number one on my cross-country team right now. Let's see it stays that way, no? I need mucho mucho hill training because Marine Park (where I ran for most of the summer weeks) is as flat as a flat-assed girl (whoa, descriptive!). Perhaps we'll go to DisneyWorld? ;)
I got a shexy postcard from Jenn, who's on her cruise. Noooice. I'll be getting a nice letter from Williams College in a few days, too.
Finally, I'll update the journal (por mis amigos) with something worthwhile . . . soon. Being vague does one of two things: (a) keeps the suspense up; (b) makes people sick after a while.
I am sickened.
No. You know what? I want a world where all we have around are bimbos and pricks who bathe in their own ignorance. I want materialistic, apathetic, self-serving boars and sows (ahem, i.e., male and female pigs, respectively) who will stop at nothing to advance themselves in "life." I want a society that is dictated by the fashion and glamour elite, where perfection in appearance is an absolute must while the inner self goes to shit and all of those who are not immaculately groomed and refined to be abhorred. I want chauvinism, blind and extreme nationalism, religious fanaticism to be the leading factors in our daily decisions and policies. But most of all, above all, I want ALL forms of prejudice and bigotry, Epicurism, Hedonism, lust, greed, and hate to be engrained, melded, forged in our hearts and souls. Yes, that's what I want. Mmmmm.
If you were too dense or vacuous (huh, who's ostentatiously pedantic?) to get any of that last paragraph, I apologize. It was sarcasm.
I am shit-pissed tonight (I'm not normally an one-sided lunatic and asshole) . . . at too many things . . . for too many reasons. Oh what I would do to be at peace!
In other news--the good news--I am probably number one on my cross-country team right now. Let's see it stays that way, no? I need mucho mucho hill training because Marine Park (where I ran for most of the summer weeks) is as flat as a flat-assed girl (whoa, descriptive!). Perhaps we'll go to DisneyWorld? ;)
I got a shexy postcard from Jenn, who's on her cruise. Noooice. I'll be getting a nice letter from Williams College in a few days, too.
Finally, I'll update the journal (por mis amigos) with something worthwhile . . . soon. Being vague does one of two things: (a) keeps the suspense up; (b) makes people sick after a while.