Woo lotta shit!
Dude, almost three days since I blogged last! What’s wrong with me? You’d think I was doing an impression of Tony! (And no, dear sir, I shan’t apologize to you.)
But yes, the blog muse has officially drawn near to my fingertips. One wonders what such a muse would look like … hmm, I’m thinking a lot like a 14 year-old MxPx fan with pink eyeshadow and too many bracelets. Thoughts?
At the moment, I am feeling quite accomplished. I just completed a 2+ page, single-spaced outline of my senior thesis. Having an outline brings a certain sense of satisfaction, I think. It’s like a roadmap — something you can trust, something you can refer back to. And it’s due tomorrow.
Lest I bury this too far in the entry, let me state it now, clearly, concisely, and via the dreaded <font> tag:
Who is Ali G, you ask? Ali G is an important television personality who delves into the issues you care about. He’s fucking hilarious. Let me repeat that: he’s fucking hilarious. Get on KaZaA and download one of the 40MB MPEGs — it’s worth the wait. Then check Da Ali G Translata (c.f. CM Ali-G-ified).
Mmm, some items on the CM site deserve a response. First off, I wanna bone Mary’s sister, Margaret. I also want to bone this “fasian” girl Angela. I do not want to bone Leesie (black dress), because she is boring, and furthermore, she is flat. Ms. House, the anti-Valentine’s Day stuff is hopelessly trite, I’m afraid. Also, to the best of my knowledge, I did not make out with you on Friday night, so perhaps the Willard fags should take their thumbs out of their asses and stop saying as much. (But if you kids feel the need to keep on believing that, please continue believing so and leave your thumbs right there where it feels good.) Adele’s photo-essay was absolutely gorgeous — one of the best posts in a quite a while — and scored her mucho points in BLOGWARS™.
I used to scoff at the Freudian psychoanalysis stuff. I used to think it was silly. Maybe it is, but damn, I think there’s something to it. Kinda freaky!
Hey, I got really good feedback on this German paper I wrote, perhaps the best in my time as a student (I’m talking back to kindergarten here). It was the unusual combination of quality comments from a teacher whom I respect on a paper I labored over for an assignment I thought I was worthwhile. That’s good shit. And I’ll resist the urge to make a barbed comment here.