I've been so out of touch with the people that I care about, including people that live a high-gravity stone's throw from me (for all you non-science people, that means they are close), and so involved in my own little world that involves watching free tv online that I've become a little self-obsessed ball of... Harris ( Read more... )

How come it seems I only get the inspiration to write when I'm feeling like shit?

I should try to do something about that.

Maybe I'm only good at writing angst. Emo, here I come.

Early April Fool's.

Ever felt like you were watching your life unfold from atop a grand cliff, where everything else is happening just out of arms reach? Fuck, man, it seems sometimes that whatever I do I just get stupider, my grades get lower, my concern for it all just rants and rails against an empty wind that blows its way through my "soul" (Buddhist adventurers ( Read more... )

The people responsible for reprinting the caricatures of Mohammad after the Danish paper had withdrawn them with an apology should be fired and their careers blacklisted until they die of natural causes decades from now. That way what they did will be something they can't forget. While calling for decapitation is a bit extreme, the fuckers did ( Read more... )

So yeah, I took it and I did alright.

Verbal: 590
Math: 640

Don't know about Analytical Writing yet, but it should be pretty good.

That's all I really have to say.

So Monday I'm taking this test called the GRE. You may be familiar with it, or you may not, all you need to know is that it's yet another standardized test designed to see where I stand mentally compared to a bunch of other people. Just another way of marketing competition to the populace. You pay so that you can have test results to send to ( Read more... )

Born in England sometime in the second decade of the nineteenth century, you carved a notable business career, in South Africa and later San Francisco, until an entry into the rice market wiped out your fortune in 1854. After this, you became quite different. The first sign of this came on September 17, 1859, when you expressed your dissatisfaction ( Read more... )

"Why should I go out? All my friends will do is make fun of me ( Read more... )

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"Hit the ground.

Legs spread wide open in a display of fear and courage. Moving almost silently down narrow pathways carved by rotten concrete and decaying trash, filtered through to vision by the dead glow of street lamps casting second shadows over everything. The blue vial was getting heavy, but I held fast to it. "I wrote this ( Read more... )