A case of the Mondays…err, Tuesdays…
Daily Word Hunt: Vagina, Star Wars, Noble Peace Prize, Humility, Grease.
After being discriminated against, and being told I’d never have what it takes to perform in the Vagina Monologues, I’m probably going to attend the show this weekend. I really have no idea what it’s about, but I heard it’s like the Star Wars of female sexuality. I just really hope there’s bunches of hot chicks working the show, or else it’ll be a total waste of my time. I guess it’s good to have the experience though; I’m trying to court a bi-sexual woman, and I’ve gotta have my shit down. Nah mean, son?
Speaking of livin’ libido loco, listening to !!!’s “Me and Giuliani Down by the Schoolyard (A True Story)” makes me want to make out with every chick I see. I’ll be listening to it when my face book stalkers IM me, and suddenly they don’t seem “that bad” to hook up with. I mean, at least they like me for me. And damn, when I go out on the town listening to that song, I’m such an animal. But not like a mean, ferocious, foaming at the mouth animal…more like a cute puppy who you don’t notice is humping your legs into submission. Yea, that’s me.
I can’t believe the Pope got a Noble Peace Prize nomination. He hasn’t done anything of importance since ‘95, and all his recent announcements have been furthering the gap between generations of Catholics. I can’t believe how many people at BU even practice Lent. This year was the first year I skipped receiving ashes on Ash Wednesday, and it felt good. I eat meat on Wednesdays and Fridays, and I didn’t give up anything. In fact, I stopped giving up things in elementary, and instead started doing something productive.
Most Catholics like being obedient to the man-made laws used to observe the holy seasons, but not me. I was a renegade with my practices. Real faith is about thinking outside the box, and telling any sort of hierarchy over your life to step the fuck off of you. No one can control another person as well as the individual himself/herself, not even a clergy man. Plus, saying what you gave up for Lent is stupid and self-centered, and totally goes against the humility religion was meant to instill in people. The same thing goes for giving to charity; it’s stupid to say how much you donated and to which charity. It’s the 20th Century, and people are still buying their way into Heaven…or in most cases, out of Hell. Lucky for me, I know where I’m going…Auckland…
I got a haircut this weekend. My hair started growing over my ears and I felt like one of those indie grease monkeys. Fuckin’ pitiful! There’s no reason for ANYONE to have hair longer than a buzz cut. NONE!!! I also went looking for a pirate costume to wear in the dining hall at some point before May, something FABULOUS to wear outside of Warren too. Like, I want to be the Elton John of pirates…
Dear Carly,
I have FINALLY completed the book. Unfortunately, I have a second grade reading level and suffer from bouts of ADD when trying to read anything, so that's why it took so long. You and Mr. Harris have added to my arsenal of critical insights into modern society’s knack for being continuously overcome by collective amnesia. While I’m still unconvinced of our ‘true’ enemy’s identity, the argument is dead on…I’m just pointing it in a different direction.