November
25.11.99
WTF?! Okay, I found this at some radom news site online:
Norwalk, Connecticut - The Caldor department store chain apologized this week after 11 million copies of an advertising circular showed two smiling boys playing Scrabble around a board with the word "RAPE" spelled out. Caldor said it does not know who did it or how it got past the proofreaders.
Okay, WHAT? Can you even believe that? Alright, so our society is messed up and I have heard of stranger things, but... I was going to launch into a whole rant about this, but I think it speakers for itself. Whatever asshole actually decided to do this should be kicked in the head. I can see this being a dumb joke that some stressed out photographer (or artist, since it doesn't say if it was a photo or a picture, not that it really matters) might make, thinking that it would be caught by someone before it got to press... but... And then, what the heck was the editor doing when this passed over his desk? Looking up porn online, most likely. Just like half of todays white coller workers (the other half are reading e/n sites or out golfing, no doubt). I don't understand how these people get all pissed off at people earning minimum wages. You know the type... "I've never really worked a day in my life, but those damn poor people... they just aren't thankful for what they have. They don't contribute to socie... Uuurgh![sound of said person choaking on own hypocracy]"
Please. These jerks are so busy wasting their own time, sticking it to The Man by fiddling away time on their computers (all the while not knowing that they are the man) that they make dumb mistakes like this slip by.
Hmmm... looks like this became a rant after all. A messed up, confusing, and jumpy one, but still... Hmmm...
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20.11.99
So... Get this. I was walking to my 3 hour night class. It was dark and the air was cold enough to freeze as I took it in. Drifting out of the silence of night were musical notes. I looked around quickly, trying to uncover the source of the sound... my eyes drifted to a manhole. A sealed manhole. The sound was coming from underground. I focused harder to determine what was being played when it finally hit me... "One More Time"
Britney Spears and her insipid music. Coming from beneath the Earth.
Make what imaginative observations/assumptions from this that you will. I have a thought on this. Sure, one could try and find a "logical" reason, but I prefer to say what must be true, logic be damned!
She did not pay for that breast increase. That is why no doctors have come forth to admit to it in a tell-all book. Instead, Ms. Spears made a deal with Satan:
He could pay her music 24 hours a day in Hell to torture the wicked, and she would get bigger boobs to distract the stupid
from her lack of musical talent. You know that I am right. Come on.
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8.11.99
I have made a QUOTES PAGE. It's that exciting? I knew you would think so. Check it out.
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7.11.99
I am a guestbook slut. I sign guestbooks in the vain hope that other people will stumble across my site... I suppose that I need to justify the time I spend on this page... and if I am the only person that comes here, then there really is no point.
The X-Files season premiere is on tonight. It has been far too long... I am still debating where I will be at 9pm this evening... my mother's house or at the dorm. My fear is that I will be the only that will want to watch it and then I will be screwed. Argh. But... ARGH. I think I will go reserve the room right now... put a sign on the door or something. This may seem obsessive, but then I haven't watched the show for at least 3 months. I have earned the right to watch it, right? RIGHT?
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6.11.99
Well, my wonderful friend Heather is visiting me this weekend... so any essays I am supposed to work on are going to have to wait. We walked around downtown Kingston for a while last night, and then we came back to the dorm and... desided to create a M*A*S*H* PAGE. Keep in mind that we haven't seen eachother in a year...
Wll, actually it was tonnes of fun. In fact, it is remarkable... one can make anything fun if one tries (*sound of me gagging*). okay, enough with the silliness.
There is a tree outside one of my windows. Keep in mind that I have this amazing view of a lake and two huge windows (most of my dormmates have only one. HAHAHAHA. Actually, everyone has a nice view on my floor (and thus the whole building, yo.). Anyway, the tree... SOMEHOW this plastic bag and a blue hanger ended up in the branches... and not to be picky or anything, but it ruines the view! It did not bother me until my roommate commented on it... but now, I am unable to just enjoy the view! I have to look at this stupid bag blowing in the wind and a hanger! I can understand a plastic bag ending up in the tree, but a *hanger?* I mean, come on...
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4.11.99
English class... a 3 hour lecture. Perfect time to write some poetry! Here is my latest:
i miss you,
my darling,
and my spiteful love
subbornly lives after your
beating
you raped it, you dragged it though shards of seagreen glass,
but it still clings to the only life it knows.
you.
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For the guys: Marry me, you brilliant, insightful woman!
For the ladies: Teach me how to be just like you!