So for my Creative Writing course, I’m going to be writing a shit-ton of fucking poetry for the first time in my life. I will do my best to post whatever bullshit I come up with for your viewing pleasure. You are fucking welcome.
2 Plays
Because no one asked, my album of 2011 is WU LYF’s ‘Go Tell Fire To The Mountain’. Want your day to feel expansive and full of potential? This is the album for you.
2012! Taking off like a god damned ROCKET!
Pound On My Muffin - Shira
Welp, here’s my nomination for the worst song of 2012.
“never seen a muffin with frosting before. probably because those are cupcakes.”
I was just writing a post about how I should give up now because I found my favorite song of the year.
Not to sound like a total nerd burger but she talks about “smoking perp” what does that mean? Is it actually “purp” as in purple haze? If so then forget I asked I know about things I am cool, whatever.
2012 is starting off GREAT!
Hilarious Christmas sketch from Team Tiger Awesome. Every use of the word “tits” is funnier than the last one. Also featuring some cool animation!
I’m totally taking the band name “Ball Seam”
December 5th
I’m drinking beer, writing a paper due tomorrow morning on whether abortion is morally wrong or not, and listening to Christmas songs. This is going to be an interesting night.
For the record, I’m about 45 minutes in, and I’ve already yelled ‘Cunt’ at a video on youtube. The video was a 12 year-old girl going on about how abortion is wrong. I think I’m fully justified in this situation.
1:26
Hitting that phase of late-night paper writing that I think will become very familiar in the future. Suddenly everything I’ve written is shit and I want to start over again. I feel like I want to cry, but then realize I don’t cry, which is weird. But I tell people all the time like a quirky aspect of my personality, but it’s really not, it’s just some random fact that hovers between sad/boring and everytime I tell someone the needle drifts further towards boring.
Alas and alack, back to writing I go.
to let out one’s breath audibly, as from sorrow, weariness, or relief.
It’s one of those nights where I need to finish up this paper, but I went to hockey anyways and then hung around afterwards with the guys at McDonalds. And now that I’m finally sitting at my computer I realize I’ve been reading blogs for the past half an hour, and I’m halfway through In The Aeroplane Over The Sea. And I have work right after school. And I just want to be done there so I can read books and try to sound smart in front of friends that are smarter than me. And now I’m writing this instead of my paper. And I keep starting sentences with ‘and’, WHICH I KNOW IS WRONG.
But I’m wearing my running pants, and they’re giving my thighs comforting hugs. So, there’s that.
Oh, and friend of mine complemented my writing today. It was probably the best feeling I’ve had in a long time. And this probably just proves that she was just being polite.
MY BRAIN IS GONE!
This night has ripped my research paper hymen. It hurt at first, and was really uncomfortable. But then I felt the knowledge start to spread me apart, and I got into the rhythm of it. Eventually it started to feel good.
And then I had to do citations. Citations are the condoms of research papers. You know you have to use them, but it’s a hassle, and honestly, it just feels better if you don’t use them.
And I don’t know, I guess buying a completed paper is like having an abortion? It cost money and you feel empty inside afterwards?
I really put too much thought into this.
I WANT TO LIVE IN A WORLD WHERE I CAN SAY ‘I UNIRONICALLY LOVE THE MUSICAL STYLINGS OF MILEY CYRUS’ WITHOUT BEING LAUGHED AT!
