I can be a complete hypocritical asshole sometimes. No wonder I don't have any friends. If I blamed it all on my dad, I'd be even more of a hypocrite. I haven't used that word in a while. It went out of style. My stand on the ego issue, I guess it depends who I'm talking to. I don't usually try to impress people or anything. I think everyone is ( Read more... )

Previously mentioned depression has passed following a comical incident. It shows how some things involve nothing remotely rational. Love. I feel like I'm the only one who looks at it with a sense of rationality. But using logic, one will realize that it is illogical to view love logically because no one else thinks about it logically. But ( Read more... )

I am thoroughly depressed right now. I can't really explain why. It would take too much space. And it's petty and human. And it will pass. I smoked a cheap cigar for the first time since maybe February.. actually Memorial Day weekend but that doesn't count.

For now, I am going to revisit the online word game circuit via yahoo.

All of the 20-somethings working in the service sector in Portsmouth think they are the shit. They are not. They are 20-somethings working in the serive sector in Portsmouth.

Even if I was the president I'd be the asshole.

It would be really nice to get away from here. I have $900, so what's stopping me? $900 isn't much money ( Read more... )

Cigarettes, drugs, sex, alcohol, television, movies, religion, multiple personalities. People have these things that keep them sane. What about the rest of us? What about the ones who realize tv is fake? What about those of us who realize that movies are manufactured in Hollywood? What about those of us who realize that eventually we may ( Read more... )

accismus - the pretended refusal of something that is actually coveted

Three job applications pending. Today my apartment door got replaced. I went down to Hilton Park and read while listening to classical music and the huge drops of rain battering my car. I came back to my apartment and ate. Then I went to the gym. Then I went to Rochester. Then I came back. Then I played guitar. Then I read. Then I watched ( Read more... )

I am on the long, arduous road to academe. I am on the relatively short road to Montreal. I am a wreck but I'm working on that. I am trying to figure out why academic snobs need to rely on combinations of numbers and abbreviations such as SAT, GRE, and IQ to sleep at night. And I am trying to define that middle ground by which I can justify my ( Read more... )