stop these looks and letters, this isnt for the better
This morning I went from skipping class to write an 'oh im fucked on time'paper to writing one of the most brilliant papers ide ever written where I compare the masses that watch cnn to 5 year olds reading the sunday comics for its pretty pictures and short and simple wording. After that I did my (what seems to be becoming)standard lunch time routine. Step 1) check mailbox Step 2) Get lunch 3) Run into Ronnie, mandy, mike, and ____ friend 4) Alienate friend. I did get to spend the afternoon in the theatre, which was really just cracking jokes with mark haifley and hanging out with amy. Amy had a Q and A session with the bullshit lights at the auditorium and i swear to god, there is nothing more ripe with sexual inuendo than fixing lights
AMY "Just bang it"
MARK "I think it will break..."
AMY "No, harder! Just hit it harder till it works."
MARK "Its not coming out. Are you sure this is how you do it?"
ME "I dont know where to begin with this. Seriously..."
Being the auditoriums slave evened out with the expectations of getting a chance to christen my christmas present to myself and by that I mean a t shirt that says (In calm typewrite font) FUCK POLITICS I JUST WANT TO BURN SHIT DOWN
Some socialist group was having a speaking at 7 and the combination of anna being a lonely hippie and my wanting to be as socially innapropriate as possible led to one of the worst 2 hours of my life. Okay, maybe not worst. Actually, irrelevent and obnoxious probably fit best because the main speaker was pretty good, it was just the bullshit Q and A afterwards that made no sense. The guy basically got up and gave his shpeal on why he thought an at least semi socialist america was the way to go. He had some good points, not most of which i agreed with, but it was good in the sense that anything well prepared and rehearsed is at least interesting to listen to. However right after about half the audience just kinda jumped in with either a) questions about communism B) Stories about how they were going to change someones life with communism/marxism/socialism but the recipient was too much of a snob/eletist/redneck/poor mother fucker to have anything to do with them or (my favorite) C) how does god feel about socialism?
I would like to take the time to point out i spent 30 minutes of my life listening to a room of people argue how god feels about socialism
From here the conversation took off. Many thought he was himself a communist. Some thought he was all about communism and none about religion. Does god like jesus, what with him being a communist? The whole thing was both painful and reminiscent of discussing any other personal preference in life.
Its like discussing how you take a shower; nobody gives a fuck not only because they genuinly dont care but because everyone has their own little things they they do differently. Some think of god and jesus as two, some as one. It doesnt really matter, and trying to change my viewpoint on it is like trying to convince me to soap off before i shampoo my hair and not after. Naturally, the downhill spiral that was that talk ended and we got the fuck out. Id noticed Anna twitching during the talk and couldnt figure out why until we got into the hallway. Anna was already lighting a ciggarete, fumbling to put the lighter back in her pocket
STEPH "Um...You do know thats a smoke detech-"
ANNA "Dont give a fuck"
From there we wandered to the student union, got jacked up on absurd amounts of coffee, met randy then walked back to the dorm. Studying and ADD preoccupied the majority of my night, save for takign the time with anna and ben to make a spider web of duck tape across my sweetmates door, then deposit all of their imediate possesions in the spider web.
AMY "Just bang it"
MARK "I think it will break..."
AMY "No, harder! Just hit it harder till it works."
MARK "Its not coming out. Are you sure this is how you do it?"
ME "I dont know where to begin with this. Seriously..."
Being the auditoriums slave evened out with the expectations of getting a chance to christen my christmas present to myself and by that I mean a t shirt that says (In calm typewrite font) FUCK POLITICS I JUST WANT TO BURN SHIT DOWN
Some socialist group was having a speaking at 7 and the combination of anna being a lonely hippie and my wanting to be as socially innapropriate as possible led to one of the worst 2 hours of my life. Okay, maybe not worst. Actually, irrelevent and obnoxious probably fit best because the main speaker was pretty good, it was just the bullshit Q and A afterwards that made no sense. The guy basically got up and gave his shpeal on why he thought an at least semi socialist america was the way to go. He had some good points, not most of which i agreed with, but it was good in the sense that anything well prepared and rehearsed is at least interesting to listen to. However right after about half the audience just kinda jumped in with either a) questions about communism B) Stories about how they were going to change someones life with communism/marxism/socialism but the recipient was too much of a snob/eletist/redneck/poor mother fucker to have anything to do with them or (my favorite) C) how does god feel about socialism?
I would like to take the time to point out i spent 30 minutes of my life listening to a room of people argue how god feels about socialism
From here the conversation took off. Many thought he was himself a communist. Some thought he was all about communism and none about religion. Does god like jesus, what with him being a communist? The whole thing was both painful and reminiscent of discussing any other personal preference in life.
Its like discussing how you take a shower; nobody gives a fuck not only because they genuinly dont care but because everyone has their own little things they they do differently. Some think of god and jesus as two, some as one. It doesnt really matter, and trying to change my viewpoint on it is like trying to convince me to soap off before i shampoo my hair and not after. Naturally, the downhill spiral that was that talk ended and we got the fuck out. Id noticed Anna twitching during the talk and couldnt figure out why until we got into the hallway. Anna was already lighting a ciggarete, fumbling to put the lighter back in her pocket
STEPH "Um...You do know thats a smoke detech-"
ANNA "Dont give a fuck"
From there we wandered to the student union, got jacked up on absurd amounts of coffee, met randy then walked back to the dorm. Studying and ADD preoccupied the majority of my night, save for takign the time with anna and ben to make a spider web of duck tape across my sweetmates door, then deposit all of their imediate possesions in the spider web.