So, I was here just sitting and thought it would interest no one, barely even myself, but I guess it would have to as a matter of condition, to write down some of the more bizarre things I've been thinking today ( Read more... )

I finished school on Friday. I hope it all went well, boy, it would be a shame if it didn't. Afterwords I went for some drinks with some friends, but was home by nine o'clock. That was the official beginning of my boredom. I know you are supposed to be excited about finishing school and I am, but damn, I am the only one. I sit around and look ( Read more... )

I have some amusing German stories too, but don't have the time to write them, however, they are coming.

I arise from my pleasant slumber and... wait... I don't really know if it was pleasant or if it was once again one of those slumbers filled with weird dreams that follow me into the new light. Yesterday I had a dream within a dream within a dream that I could not escape. I couldn't breathe, I was shaking, and I didn't even know if I was going to ( Read more... )

It's Ed's birthday

Happy Birthday Ed!

My train ticket to London is in the flat of a Nicaraguan.

He's in London.

Mike's fucked.

Fuck you, Mike.

Have fun, Ed.

I have an essay to write. My train tickets were sent into a different building. I may be out 35 quid. The security guard is trying to score with Asians. It might work. He just said she had frog eyes. He is working now, mind you. Sat down and said he was bored. They are talking about eyes, he is whispering to them. Someone just yelled. He ( Read more... )

I am getting an update together. It is about a party I went to on Friday. However, I am having trouble remembering things post-2:00am. People started laughing when I approached them today... not good. I think I started yelling at someone for something. But I hear I was okay and passed out like a good boy. Humour happened, but right now I can' ( Read more... )

I would never want unity
Unity kills the individual
Why be one when we can be many
I prefer pluralistic equality
Different voices are a sea of harmony
A single one is deafening to the ears
Don’t say, ‘Yes’
Ask, ‘Why?’

April 3: I don’t want to talk about it, but it never happened to Simone de Beauvoir ( Read more... )

I live in a building that houses 377 students. Now, each student probably has 2 loads of laundry a week and does their laundry bi-weekly for a total of 4 loads (Whites, Colours Hot, Colours Cold, and a load of Miscellaneous, like towels or bed sheets, whatever). I know I am not being ridiculous with these assumptions, but for the sake of argument ( Read more... )