March 2010
22 posts
This post is a literary quickie.
My dear friend Molly, whom I like to think of as a primary motivation to keep this tumble tumbling (gotta do da post-matching, yo), has just recently upped the ante on this friendly literary exchange we got goin’. She’s proposed a challenge, y’all, a sorts of mutual literary service in which we exchange writing assignments. Mah first challenge is on the sociocultural significance...
Freshman Orientation does serve a purpose.
One of the most impressive (in the sense that one may have this information impressed upon his or her being) tidbits of information communicated during those random two days (or so) in the summer of one’s high school graduation, particularly during the Housing/Dining information sessions at college orientations, is directed, usually, at the parents. It often follows a similar structure to...
Ale-Alejandro, Ale-AlejandroOo
I find it more than a bit unfair that it is easier for people in the sciences to get published than it is for a literary artiste. As a college student, I’m at the point of my life when I can either Make It or Break It. It’s like I’m Emily Kmetko struggling to live up to my Rock’s expectations. [I don’t actually watch that show. Regularly.] I’m also at the point...
This ain't elementary education, yo.
Certain qualities officially define the status of “student in secondary education—and beyond.” They are as follows:
Lunch no longer involves a daily dosage of Fruit Gushers or Fruit by the Foot or Capri Sun or Sunny D(elight). Instead, Nutty Bars are all the rage.
Detention becomes ten minutes longer, then merges into something named on the lines of “Homework...
I made up a word combo (otherwise known as a...
Tea ‘n’ tumblr. This will define the rest of my week. It’s also an excuse to do something that looks like work. People see me typin’ away, with headphones on, and immediately think—“Oh look at that guy. He’s so cool, what with his writingz and teaz and headphonez and The Antlerz. Clearly ambitious, too. Will become a great writer. Totes.” In reality,...
I am convinced the Fates conspired to make things...
Today, March 14th, is:
Pi Day;
Mother’s Day in the UK;
Einstein’s birthday;
White Day in Japan (Valentine’s day, but only for women);
Steak and a BJ day, worldwide.
Notes on the above:
1 and 5 are hedonistic. I like this.
2 and 5 don’t go well together. At all.
4 and 5 have conflicting ideas going on.
1 and 3 are strangely appropriate together.
The one event...
The giant Corona's not there anymore.
I took a classy bus ride today. Because I felt like it. We went past Pearl Street. There’s a sign on the back-facing side of the Vermont Liquor Outlet (PeSBev I call it, in my twisted mind) that says “Pearl Street Redemption.” Ignoring the ‘true’ meaning of this sign (which, for the sake of all I’m about to say, is necessary), let’s see what one can make...
now that i feel like a complete faggot over lady...
(via 2gayvirgos)
Indeed, I have come to the conclusion that I don’t have prophetic abilities. The “Telephone” video did not lead to the destruction of the world. It did destroy some of my lifespan, however. Cigarette sunglasses. My goodness. Genius? I think so.
Fail.
Over a period of four hours last night, none of it is spam. ALL of it is at least Facebook-related:
I bring this into consideration because:
This is what happens when sheit stacks up in lyfe.
Svedka and Bombay Sapphire did a good (great) job.
I’m preparing you for a flood of posts—all drafts over the past week. Man, I love that feature. (It’s so satisfying, kind of like...
You only live once. Better spend downtime thinking...
I compiled a few random thoughts and conclusions I came to throughout this day, my first of Spring Break ‘10. (w00t—when do the beetches start flashing? Never mind.) Anyway, think to yourself about these issues. They’re quite pressing.
With regards to Japanese literature: It would be rather bitchin’ to discuss Murakami with a panel composed of Grace Jones, Issey Miyake,...
Can you tell it's spring break?
I went to Banana Republic today. [THIS IS ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW, BUT IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU NEED DETAILS, READ MORE. RAWR. I FELT THE CAPS WARRANTED IT.]
There were a few gay couples (surprise!), and a particular concentration of gay drama that I kind of expected, but wasn’t completely ready for. While I calmly shopped for ‘apparel’ and chill-ly read the grungy painted ads...
How could he have known that she was only fifteen?
Music that, in the mind o’de’elitist, I should have grown out of by the end of high school (but didn’t and never will, fuck you, I don’t give a damn—was that too harsh? I’m not targeting you in particular, I promise.):
Rilo Kiley. I cannot deny meself the pleasure of listening to Jenny Lewis sing about statutory rape. It’s just incredibly captivating....
God. Damn!
I got yo’ baybee beat, mang.
Oh my goodness. 34DDs.
Avril 14th inspired me to write this.
On storytelling as a mechanism of self-satisfaction.
I have essentially become a graphomaniac, not in the sense that I feel I must write everything I experience down, but rather in the sense that I find myself being more often inspired into writing down weird shit. I don’t really know how to explain it. It started as an exercise in introspective thought a couple of weeks ago, which has...
Non sequitur.
So, I’ve been so busy this week that I’ve barely had any time to breathe. Logically, I did what everyone who’s drowning in work does. I went on Facebook. But it was worth it.
We all know what those academic types are really up to. Hehehe. I’m too tired.
