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Apr 12, 2006 01:49

All I can really begin with is a memory of summer camp. Twas back at Waldron, and, if I remember correctly, I was in 5th grade. The memory is of one random day where the counselors decided that Karaoke was a good idea... yeah, well, it wasn't. Anyway, some white kid gets up and starts singing LFO's "Summer Girls", and, half way through, some random black kid gets up and starts pounding on whitey. Yeah, completely uncalled for. Unless, if I remember incorrectly, the white kid was flamingly homosexual and started coming onto the black kid. In which case, it's an even better incident. Gotta love that gender preference provoked racial violence... Anyway, why do I bring this up when I should be groching out with my... glock... out? Because, well, do you remember that really really shitty quote about, well... the quote that made you vomit? Yes, well, the owner of that quote, the myspace the owner has, has the song "Summer Girls" on the myspace. And I thought that since this myspace is a total blowjob, I'd bring up an incident related to total ownage of a white kid by a black kid. The counselors had trouble stopping him. It was hilarious, looking back.

Anyway, I've revised a bit of the old archives, deleted some stuff that really was just stupid. Didn't have much of a point. Hope it is a bit better.

To the main event... Ring Mass! Woot, my god, time sure does fly when you are having fun... which means it stops when you are listening to names being called out. It was maybe 25 minutes that it took for Biddy to call the names, but it seemed like 25 hours. But then it was over, and time instantly jumped 25 hours foreward. So today is actually thursday, which, wouldn't be all that bad, considering I am going to bed at 2 again. Hooray for not sleeping.

I doing not much of anything when I figured I'd demean myspace, or, as I've so appropriately termed it, "mywhore". Anyway, there are some redeemable places of "mywhore", but they are few and far between. It's like the old Soviet bloc countries, except, well, they speak english and there are land mines everywhere... you get the picture though... right?

Anyway, Jim, what the fuck? Where's your fuckin John Dodig experiment? I check in at least 7 times a day, and there hasn't been one since last weekend? What the fuck? Seriously, I want to read those lovely pieces of literature more than a fat kid wants Crisco. And shit, I have to print that short story for the writing contest.

Anyway, cut short, once again, because of circumstance and things gone to the drain.
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