Squawking Valley-Girl Hen-Chicken Nuggets for 99 cents--I want the ones with the vocal cords....
Well, that's not the weirdest subject I've ever encountered around here.
But seriously though, not only do most of these girls look alike to me, most of the SOUND ALIKE, and it's obnoxious. I shouldn't be able to hear them when they're down the hall and my door's closed and I have headphones on, no? Shall have to crank the metal tomorrow to re-educate them about who owns around here--because if you have to at least always be in pairs everywhere you go, you don't deserve it ^-^
I've ... got new boots. I don't like them quite as much as my old ones, but they don't leak (very, VERY good) and they were oodles better than any of the other shit that any of the shoe stores were carrying. We live in a society of fashion versus practicality, and if you bow down to that you end up with ... that gaggle of ends outside my door.... Really--it's enough to make someone like myself want to infiltrate the fashion world and come up with something that looks better than half the shit they churn out and actually has some use. But anyways--now I won't have to worry about wet feet in Georgia this weekend.
Yep, going to be in Georgia this weekend, for the School of Americas protest. I'll post more about that later. Before that, though, this week I'm going to try--try--to focus all my time on this research paper for English--my oh, so beaurocratic English class--as it is due the Monday that I return. Unfortunately, when I return on Monday, it'll be at 3 a.m. and my first class is seven hours later. I could work on the paper on the bus ride down and back--it's over twelve hours both ways--but I would still have to type all of that stuff up the morning that it is due, and I really don't want to have to do that. So, out of the 10-12 pages required, I have...
The Introductory Paragraph. ==+ I hate writing these things.
But seriously though, not only do most of these girls look alike to me, most of the SOUND ALIKE, and it's obnoxious. I shouldn't be able to hear them when they're down the hall and my door's closed and I have headphones on, no? Shall have to crank the metal tomorrow to re-educate them about who owns around here--because if you have to at least always be in pairs everywhere you go, you don't deserve it ^-^
I've ... got new boots. I don't like them quite as much as my old ones, but they don't leak (very, VERY good) and they were oodles better than any of the other shit that any of the shoe stores were carrying. We live in a society of fashion versus practicality, and if you bow down to that you end up with ... that gaggle of ends outside my door.... Really--it's enough to make someone like myself want to infiltrate the fashion world and come up with something that looks better than half the shit they churn out and actually has some use. But anyways--now I won't have to worry about wet feet in Georgia this weekend.
Yep, going to be in Georgia this weekend, for the School of Americas protest. I'll post more about that later. Before that, though, this week I'm going to try--try--to focus all my time on this research paper for English--my oh, so beaurocratic English class--as it is due the Monday that I return. Unfortunately, when I return on Monday, it'll be at 3 a.m. and my first class is seven hours later. I could work on the paper on the bus ride down and back--it's over twelve hours both ways--but I would still have to type all of that stuff up the morning that it is due, and I really don't want to have to do that. So, out of the 10-12 pages required, I have...
The Introductory Paragraph. ==+ I hate writing these things.