Zombification. September 21, 2007
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Ah.
….
Ahhhhhhhh!
I don’t want to write my paper. It’s a theme, which will be entitled, “Why Communism Sucks”. I can be so intelligent sometimes. Its too bad that bravado can actually be convincing, since I only picked that topic to sound smart, only to learn that the paper is due a day later. Stare. Drool. Sigh. I know what Communism IS, but I don’t know the intricacies of it. Blaaaaah.
Sometimes I miss wandering around the house, a glassy-eyed human butt wipe who shuffles from computer to couch to refrigerator. That’s not true, but it’s times like these where I my will falters and I sigh, metaphorically glancing over my shoulder. It is nice to assimilate into a system though. You know, feel like you belong. Morph into a niche. Conform. That’s blasphemy, but a truth none the less. They don’t call the vast majority of the world sheep for nothing. I guess I’m really NOT above the rest. Hmph.
I think my plan to join the FBI is going to work. I’ve got a lot work to do, but right now it seems like it’s a good direction to shoot for. Right after I write the Next Great American Novel and become a Rock Goddess.
Sigh.
Beware the Ides of Nostril. September 14, 2007
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I’m blatantly stealing that phrase from one of my teachers. Once classes began, nigh upon 3 weeks ago, that was the first thing that dropped out of his mouth. He’s a bit strange, but very amusing. Anyway, he put a foot on a nearby chair, assumed the Captain Morgan stance, and proclaimed with an air of Shakespeare that it would behoove us to consider doubling or even tripling our vitamin C intake. I heeded his warning. For a couple days I made it a habit to drink my weight in Orange Juice. Oh Orange juice. What love hath thee bore for me? For thou hath bestowed none of thine’s properties upon mine body. Oh! What ill will doth thou harbor! And for what reason should the purity of my soul! My soul, Sir! Be tainted by filth!
That’s the cold medicine talking.
Between bouts of sneezing I’ve been pondering this whole…*waves arms around*….thingy. Being in a building, in very close proximity to other people, begs the question: What am I inhaling? What spores lurk, invisible, and suspended in the air? What infectious little devils float jubilantly, waiting for their next victim?
In the long run I reckon that’s a good thing. Sure, being sick downright sucks. If you’re completely ruined, that is. When you’re moderately sick, it’s only a matter of enjoying your day off and feeding off the sympathy of others. I kind of wonder what the impact of anti-bacterial products are. And vaccines. You watch. We’ll all be happy frolicking in the future, pumped full of anti this and preventative that. Then we’d be wiped out by a big, nasty, simple, borderline ironic bout of the common cold.
I imagine that it’s important to get sick every once in a while. Build up your immunity and all that happy crap. So here’s my advice. Go have a picnic on the bathroom floor. Not only will you be strengthening your immune system, but you’ll be reinforcing family values. And if you’ve got kids….well, you don’t really have to do anything. As you’re probably well aware, kids are germ magnets. When they walk down a hallway, or clutch a sink faucet, not only are they collecting a menagerie of evil little germs, but they’re also adding to the mix. Sharing is good, eh?
Section 8 September 13, 2007
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Okay it’s time to whine.
Schools baffle me. The objective is to learn, right? To extend your horizons and all that jazz? Alright, that’s established. We go to school so that we may have our skulls crammed full of practical information. So, logic would lead one along the train of thought that a school newspaper, which is a facet of learning, would be held to just as a high a standard as the curriculum itself.
Mrs. F___, who seems to be the poster person of apathetic teachers, read over my article for the October edition and promptly told me that I have to ‘use smaller words’. Um. Indicative is not a big word, is it? Shouldn’t we, being niegh upon full fledged adulthood, know what the word indicative means? Or sans? Or collective? I’m not blowing my own horn here, honestly. Anyone who has ingested a book above an 8th grade reading level should have as reasonable a grasp on vocabulary as I do. So screw that. If no one reads my article because they don’t know how to use the dictionary, I get an immense ego boost. I’m a martyr, dammit!
Anyway, now that that’s out of my system.
I stayed home from classes today. I’ve been sick. 
After I got my head chainsawed enough times, and after I got my fix of westerns, I decided to curl up in the fetal position, lap top poised precariously on my knee. I was clicking through blogs rolls, becoming more and more annoyed by my lack of lucrative activity. I mean, jeezus, that one Russian guy wrote a whole book in his head when he was in prison and I can’t even muster the mental fortitude to scribble a poem or too? Sheesh. Self deprecation aside, I was reading a post I randomly found in an archive and that person was angry about being sick. Hey! Small world! Someone commented about how you should clean stuff once you feel well enough. My eyes wandered fearfully in the direction of the bathroom. I could actually hear the toilet growling.
Needless to say the bathroom is shiny and I have have regained my self worth.
