So I disproportionately post in my journal in months when I am bored. So, as you can see, this month has not been boring. I've been riding my bike around, which looks like this:
Okay, I let the dust settle on this one for a little bit before writing about it. Most of you know that I don't watch any sort of news shows because of how depressing they are (9/11 really turned me off to network TV). So, as a result, I always have a sort of delay between when things happen and when I find out about them. I found out about the
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Below the LJ-cut are 2 poems. No, they are not angsty (well, mostly...) so enjoy. I told myself I wouldn't post my poems, but I decided that I really don't have anything to either hide, or be ashamed of, so here they are.
I'm not sure if anyone else has noticed the obnoxious blue spray-painted advertisements on the sidewalks around campus for SGA president/vp. Apparently it's not spray paint, it is "chalk" that lasts an obscene amount of time. On top of that, this chalk is about as ugly as it gets - apparently for campaigning they hired a 6 year old and gave him a
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Read the title of this entry. It may or may not be spring outside, and that makes Eric a HAPPY ASS MOTHERFUCKER. That's right, you heard it here first - the uncensored version. So, the question is posed, what did you do on this wonderful day
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So there I was, faced with a deep and utter conundrum - I was attending a themed party around "Mid-90s Junior High School," and the song The Sign by Ace of Bass was playing. Someone in the room demanded more dancing, and I offered the only dance that I can do to perfection - the running man. For those of you who do not know what I'm talking about
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