lets get emo.
I realized that once I was a conservative. I know it’s terribly out of character. Back in November of 1991 I wanted George Bush to win the presidency. Now, you may ask what does a 6 year old know about politics and it’s pretty obvious I knew nothing. I had no idea what a free and fair election was. I thought if Bush lost he would be taken out behind the shed and shot. Or hung in the capital city square like Ceausescu was just a few years earlier. I imagined Bush on his knees, with his eyes closed, anticipating the thud of a bullet in the back of his skull, while Clinton laughed cynically. I was incredibly anxious about the election since I thought the loser had to die. However, I quickly learned that isn’t want happens in America.
I’ve been in a strange mood the last few weeks. Ever since my birthday I’ve felt awkward and plain and blah. And it’s becoming more and more apparent in my writing. It’s not that my writing has been boring, just incredibly bitter. For example: I have to do a professional portfolio for my internship class. I need to have an “about me page”. Everything I wrote seemed inauthentic and predictable. Ultimately, I left it at this:
“I am.
At a point in my life where I desire commitment. Professional matrimony.
A suburban bullet to the uterus. I mean, I’d love to work for your company.
Please hire me. Please.
I am currently a student at Purdue University, pursuing a degree in
Professional and Technical writing. The run on sentence is a perversion; therefore I will use it perversely.
I can best be described as a minimalist. communist. damn dirty red. liberal.
I am an avid reader of McSweeny’s because I am pretentious and I, like all 20 somethings have labeled myself a graphic designer because I opened Photoshop once. Otherwise I am useless.
I also like kittens.”
I don’t know why I’ve been in such a mood. I guess it’s because I want to be surprised. And by that I mean a good surprise, not “surprise you’re broke!” or “surprise you owe another $200.00!” or “surprise here’s a parking ticket!” I’ve had plenty of those these last few months; enough for a lifetime to be precise.
I’m going home to Detroit this weekend. Maybe that will get me out of this slump.
I’ve been in a strange mood the last few weeks. Ever since my birthday I’ve felt awkward and plain and blah. And it’s becoming more and more apparent in my writing. It’s not that my writing has been boring, just incredibly bitter. For example: I have to do a professional portfolio for my internship class. I need to have an “about me page”. Everything I wrote seemed inauthentic and predictable. Ultimately, I left it at this:
“I am.
At a point in my life where I desire commitment. Professional matrimony.
A suburban bullet to the uterus. I mean, I’d love to work for your company.
Please hire me. Please.
I am currently a student at Purdue University, pursuing a degree in
Professional and Technical writing. The run on sentence is a perversion; therefore I will use it perversely.
I can best be described as a minimalist. communist. damn dirty red. liberal.
I am an avid reader of McSweeny’s because I am pretentious and I, like all 20 somethings have labeled myself a graphic designer because I opened Photoshop once. Otherwise I am useless.
I also like kittens.”
I don’t know why I’ve been in such a mood. I guess it’s because I want to be surprised. And by that I mean a good surprise, not “surprise you’re broke!” or “surprise you owe another $200.00!” or “surprise here’s a parking ticket!” I’ve had plenty of those these last few months; enough for a lifetime to be precise.
I’m going home to Detroit this weekend. Maybe that will get me out of this slump.