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Turned in a re-worked version of Joshua's Play for the Creative Writing
Awards. It's one of those things - if I don't win, I feel like Jeff
when he didn't win, only the awards and prestige I've lost out on
aren't nearly as much (curse you high school underachievment!!).
I have a few friends who have decided not to be friends anymore, just because one of them broke the other one's finger and refused to apologize. Whatever.
I mean, whatever happened, it can't be as despicable as K.K.K.
Sat around at Dickey's last night, played Axis and Allies. Got my ass walloped. Those guys have elevated their AnA game to a level that I'm just not on. Other than that, everyone but me smoked a ton, rolled this joint that was seriously Cheech and Chong-esque. Sitting there made me feel kind of nauseous, so I left.
There was this pseudo-plan to go to Hamtrammack to see some band play in some bar and get loaded and wander around the once-hub of Polish Catholic culture all wasted and angsty and deep, thinking about how tragic our lives are and how meaningful it is to have nothing and be despicable, and how by selling out our potential and living amongst the scum, we were really this great awesome metaphor for... something. I'm glad we didn't do that - it's fun, yeah, but I can't get into it like I did even a year ago.
Plus, it really can't apply to me. I'm graduating in five months, with a DEGREE, from COLLEGE. I'm just not a part of the Great-Detroit-Skanktastic-Slackscene. No matter how badly I sometimes want to be.
There's nothing romantic about sucking. Luckilly, my friends generally realize that. They don't think it makes them cool, they're just lazy. Mostly.
I have a few friends who have decided not to be friends anymore, just because one of them broke the other one's finger and refused to apologize. Whatever.
I mean, whatever happened, it can't be as despicable as K.K.K.
Sat around at Dickey's last night, played Axis and Allies. Got my ass walloped. Those guys have elevated their AnA game to a level that I'm just not on. Other than that, everyone but me smoked a ton, rolled this joint that was seriously Cheech and Chong-esque. Sitting there made me feel kind of nauseous, so I left.
There was this pseudo-plan to go to Hamtrammack to see some band play in some bar and get loaded and wander around the once-hub of Polish Catholic culture all wasted and angsty and deep, thinking about how tragic our lives are and how meaningful it is to have nothing and be despicable, and how by selling out our potential and living amongst the scum, we were really this great awesome metaphor for... something. I'm glad we didn't do that - it's fun, yeah, but I can't get into it like I did even a year ago.
Plus, it really can't apply to me. I'm graduating in five months, with a DEGREE, from COLLEGE. I'm just not a part of the Great-Detroit-Skanktastic-Slackscene. No matter how badly I sometimes want to be.
There's nothing romantic about sucking. Luckilly, my friends generally realize that. They don't think it makes them cool, they're just lazy. Mostly.