You're probably wondering how Tuesday and Wednesday went. I know you are. You are addicted to my blog. It's like textual crack (called "track". Hence the term "track marks"). You snort it through your eyes and feel it course through your brain cells. You revel in the gloriousness of my words and giggle uncontrolably to yourself. Then you realize that I'm not funny, but you really did, in fact, snort crack earlier. This is when all your friends bust in and do one of those lame "interventions" and you can totally tell it's half-assed because one of your friends just did a line and the other is taking a swig out of his flagon. Then you wonder where the hell the flagon came from. This isn't medieval Europe...
Tuesday: "addiction-free day" what is my addictive substance? I used to drink a lot of coke (about 3-4 a day.) But I haven't really had any lately at all. So I could put off coke pretty easily, but that would be taking the easy way out. So what substance did I do away with for a day? The answer to that, my friends, is Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. Yes, I love those little things. From the moment my teeth split the chocolate, to the slightly crunchy feeling in the peanut butter to the moment before swallowing when the chocolate and the peanut butter mix and a ginormous (new word) flavor nebula swirls in my mouth. Delicious. Anyway, I had none of those tuesday. None. Zero... my tongue felt dead. It wasn't that hard though. Just a little self control is all that's needed. Oh yeah... plus I made sure to eat all of them the day before. I'm smart.
Wednesday: "do something before breakfast day" Not a particularly exciting day, but I woke up at 7 am and took a shower, did some sketching, read some east asian society crap and lifted some weights! WOO! Then I was grumpy most of the day until about 8 pm. So from now on, no morning crap. I'm sleeping in.
Finally, I'd like to address a horrible epidemic that is sweeping the nation: "deep", "insightful", "abstract", "surreal" or whatever other words you can think up that mean "trying to be overly expressive or artistic for the sake of trying to look like you're a deeper person than you really are" AIM profiles. I'll admit, I've been guilty of this from time to time, mostly when I'm depressed (what i like to call "emo." Remember kids, emo means emotional) but it has got to stop. Most people don't care what you have to say (I realize the irony in this statement. Shhhhh) so keep your little poems to yourself. BUT, I'm not saying all are bad, some profiles are actually good but the majority that I read are cookie cutter poems about feelings or situations that everyone has been in and are so non-spectacular that they aren't really worth writing about. Anyway, as a way to rebel against this growing threat I have created my own satirical "emofile," I urge you to do the same. It's fun.
My emofile:
SHE STANDS IN THE LIGHT ONLY TO BE BLINDED BY HER STUPIDITY
SHE SMELLS LIKE DEAD FLOWERS
HER HEART IS ABSENT. MARK IT TARDY AND FAIL IT.
micky mouse is dead
little girl cries in her heart
goofy cant help
End post.
ps: has my writing class improved my writing?
Tuesday: "addiction-free day" what is my addictive substance? I used to drink a lot of coke (about 3-4 a day.) But I haven't really had any lately at all. So I could put off coke pretty easily, but that would be taking the easy way out. So what substance did I do away with for a day? The answer to that, my friends, is Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. Yes, I love those little things. From the moment my teeth split the chocolate, to the slightly crunchy feeling in the peanut butter to the moment before swallowing when the chocolate and the peanut butter mix and a ginormous (new word) flavor nebula swirls in my mouth. Delicious. Anyway, I had none of those tuesday. None. Zero... my tongue felt dead. It wasn't that hard though. Just a little self control is all that's needed. Oh yeah... plus I made sure to eat all of them the day before. I'm smart.
Wednesday: "do something before breakfast day" Not a particularly exciting day, but I woke up at 7 am and took a shower, did some sketching, read some east asian society crap and lifted some weights! WOO! Then I was grumpy most of the day until about 8 pm. So from now on, no morning crap. I'm sleeping in.
Finally, I'd like to address a horrible epidemic that is sweeping the nation: "deep", "insightful", "abstract", "surreal" or whatever other words you can think up that mean "trying to be overly expressive or artistic for the sake of trying to look like you're a deeper person than you really are" AIM profiles. I'll admit, I've been guilty of this from time to time, mostly when I'm depressed (what i like to call "emo." Remember kids, emo means emotional) but it has got to stop. Most people don't care what you have to say (I realize the irony in this statement. Shhhhh) so keep your little poems to yourself. BUT, I'm not saying all are bad, some profiles are actually good but the majority that I read are cookie cutter poems about feelings or situations that everyone has been in and are so non-spectacular that they aren't really worth writing about. Anyway, as a way to rebel against this growing threat I have created my own satirical "emofile," I urge you to do the same. It's fun.
My emofile:
SHE STANDS IN THE LIGHT ONLY TO BE BLINDED BY HER STUPIDITY
SHE SMELLS LIKE DEAD FLOWERS
HER HEART IS ABSENT. MARK IT TARDY AND FAIL IT.
micky mouse is dead
little girl cries in her heart
goofy cant help
End post.
ps: has my writing class improved my writing?
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