Drift

This semester has made me feel very unlike myself.
I am selfish, boring, and tired, all the time.

This is not me. This was never me.

Sadtown. Sad sad sad sad sadtown.

Woe is Me

Using only song names from one band, answer the following questions.

Pick your Artist:
Warren Zevon



Describe yourself:
Excitable Boy

How do you feel:
Numb As A Statue

Describe where you currently live:
Please Stay

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
Veracruz

Your favorite form of transportation:
The Envoy

Your best friend is:
Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner

You and your best friends are:
Werewolves of London

What's the weather like:
Ain't That Pretty At All

Favorite time of day:
The Rest of the Night

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
Poor, Poor Pitiful Me

What is life to you:
Life'll Kill Ya

Your relationship:
El Amor De Mi Vida

Your fear:
Lawyers, Guns and Money

What is the best advice you have to give:
Hit Somebody

Thought for the Day:
I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

How I would like to die:
Accidentally Like a Martyr

My soul's present condition:
My Shit's Fucked Up

My motto:
Gorilla, You're a Desperado

Chokehold

Is it really a threat?
I know it's not.
Why do I seem to feel it is?

Year of Carnage

If I were to die, I'd want to be remembered. More than just a measly facebook group with <60 members, with 3 wall posts. I'd want to be truly missed. Truly.

Mutated

I've decided I could never be a mother. If I gave birth to a deformed child, I wouldn't want it.

Garbage In, Garbage Out

In an attempt to move out of a (slightly) less than happy living experience, my roommate and I need to take matters into our own hands. In order to get out of our apartment lease, we must find new tenants.

However, our landlord is being quite difficult.

Not in the sense of "you can't! you must stay, I OWN YOU!"
No, just being as unhelpful as is humanly possible.

For starters, I have taken control of the situation. My roommate happens to be a hippie, and not the Abbie Hoffman type. The Cheech-and-Chong, fall-asleep-in-the-bathtub type.
So basically, I'm doing it all on my own.

Great.

Let's make some fliers. Let's post them. Let's receive a phone call from landlord->hippie a week later, informing us that the new tenants will pay $50 more in rent. So all those fliers? Waste. Oh, and the landlord knew I was making them. It was actually the landlords idea.

Ok, ok. No biggie.
My other ads are digital, and easily changed. Craigslist had been receiving some good hits, including one woman who is very inquisitive about the full price of moving in. I shall email the landlord, requesting her to email this woman, informing her of the costs, and taking an active landlord roll.

This morning, two days after I had sent the email, I receive this:

There is a first last payment due before move in plus a refebishing fee of $150


There's a what? And where do you keep your punctuation?
Well, ok, I can just mail this to that.... but wait, I cannot understand this sentence.

How can this person be in a place of power over me? This isn't just an off-day for landlord, nor is it a rushed answer. All things written by this person are like this. I'm actually surprised there aren't more unnecessarily cap letters.

On a side note, this person also made a typo in our lease agreement. Not just a "typeo" typo, more like confusing the word "responsible" with "reasonable."


And that counts as a legal document.

Boggle your mind

I actually understand why my parents are voting for McCain.

Mrs. Trollop

No, really.



Is it gross?



Or am I jealous?

Cracker Jack Decoder Ring

Having recently turned 21, I've noticed an increasing number of high school classmates becoming engaged, mostly to people from outside the cliques of HHS. Well duh, we're getting older, it's getting to be that time. Is it? To me, we as an age group, as a class, are not ready to make such a commitment. We can barely keep plans for the weekend. I cannot fathom these people having the finances to start lives together. What are they thinking?

I am beginning to think, maybe it isn't the marriages. Maybe it's the next step. The getting a house, settling down in one place for an extended time. Paying bills and keeping up with the Joneses. Then what, kids? Fuck that.

People of this age group are too self-involved to be able to commit themselves to anything, we are still moving too fast. Do these people have a career? Financial plans for the future? Or are they just hoping their new in-laws will croak and leave it all to the happy couple?

There is no way I could ever drag someone else into such a situation.
"I may have $61 to my name, but I don't care! Let's jump head-first into one of the most important decisions one makes in their lives.
With this perceived lack of planning, there is a strong percentage you will end up making this decision again. I'd say, 50%.