Jan 02, 2006 22:45
I'm blissfully unaware. really. The only thing i pay attention to these days is football. As menial and pointless as that sounds, it's the only thing that has no bearing, truly, on my life. I used to have an active opinion on politics-now I do not quite care. No, I do not care for the current administration. Because it's like they looked at the McKinley Era, circa 1896, and decided that was a good plan, except changing the locale from the Caribbean to the Middle East. But....that's it. This America, and we're all allowed to have our opinions, and then we're suppposed to compromise. though the only good compromise was the Connecticun Compromise, which set up the number of Senators and Representatives in Congress. But eh. Music helps, but my taste is mainstream fringe, but i can give you a knowledge of indie acts. I'm not a music snob, i'm just someone who wants background noise. My words on thsi blog don't flow like they're an essay-but they're not supposed to.More-or-less I have nothing better to do with this post than insert a picture of a penguin. But i'm not going to, because that's another topic entirely. If only i had something pignant to say, some issue. I do not. What concerns me now is getting into college and graduating. As far as you go, I'm surprised you are reading this. Don't you have something better to do? The only reason people talk to me is because they're being polite, or it's their last option.
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x-x(convo) me(no convo)
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Which is life for me. I'ma passerby, a strange hitchhiker on te road that is life. Oh great, I;ve gone cliche-happy. And i absolutely despise The Road Less Traveled or A Walk in the Woods or whatever the fuck Robert Frost wrote about the "road less traveled" By now, that road has been traveled by so many upper-echelon upper-middle-class white kids with nice, big trust funds that there is an interstae perefect for a GMC Jimmy. A better poem by robert frost is "Nothing Gold Can Stay" because The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton features that poem and a rumble. Actually, here's a good line, courtesy the brimming intellectuals' favorite, Samuel taylor Coleridge:
In Xanadu lay Kubla Kahn
There's a line. It makes no sense, but it's fantastic. In conclusion, stay gold.
Your friend,
Mr.Flash Fantastic, Esq.; PhD; D.D.S; R.O.C., C.O.O.