The Laws of Contradiction of Matter
So, here I sit at the edge of another semester. It hardly went as planned. I changed my career goal again, failed two classes, and I don't have another example of how this semester failed. All in all, it is like school didn't even happen this semester.
I woke up with a song stuck in my head a few days ago, and it was still there when I went to sleep that night. Now I can not remember what it was. I think my brain is purging old pop-culture information to make room for punctuation and grammar rules or something. Help me get away from myself.
I may have another job coming up for Christmas break at the UNCW bookstore. I had an interview this morning, but the interviewer was really difficult to read, so I don't really know how it went. If I do get the job, Christmas will come for more of my friends this year. If not, there will be no Christmas at all for anybody ever again until I have $10, 000,000. I am holding Christmas ransom, and the sad thing is, I bet somebody would pay.
Corporate America has both amazed and disappointed me this past week. First, I discovered a beverage at Starbuck's which I believe can both regenerate skin cells lost from burns and solve the whole problem with Pres. Bush, Iraq, Gas, Camel Spiders, And Irrational Capitalization. (Hey kids, it's dual intentional!) The drink is called Chantico. It is eight ounces of hot, melted chocolate. It is thick and creamy and delightful and causes hallucinations in children under the age of two. (Maybe.) The disappointment comes from the new way businesses are referring to the holidays: Chrismikka. It does sound neat, just pops right off of the tonsils, unless you don't have any. The effect of calling it Chrismikka is that the religious aspect of the holiday is removed, rendering it celebratable (It is a word, I just said it!) by even those who are not religious. That's cool and all, people can celebrate whatever they want, I don't care. But the goal of the stores is to make more money off of the public by giving them more reasons to buy things. It promoted greed, materialism, and selfishness, which are not good no matter which, if any, religious group you belong to. The stores are not trying to be all inclusive and make the holidays more enjoyable for everybody, they are promoting social greed to fuel their own corporate greed.
I am, again, putting off a paper by posting this blahg. I really do not want to write this paper, it is a reflection paper for a class I did not enjoy very mucho at all. I do not wish to reflect on the class, I wish to forget about it and move on. Hey, my dad and his boat pals won best power boat over 26' at the Wrightsville beach floatilla this saturday. We got braggin rights this year son! Really, they always win that crap. Like for the past ten years or something. Can nobody festoon a boat with sixty miles of flashing lights and robotic reindeer anymore? Where has our society gone? But I digress. Man, that class stinks!
So, I am done for today. Who knows when you may hear from me again. This may be that last post, for tomorrow is not promised and my life may end at any second. Take heart though, for the delete key on this keyboard does not work.
What has that got to do with anything?
I woke up with a song stuck in my head a few days ago, and it was still there when I went to sleep that night. Now I can not remember what it was. I think my brain is purging old pop-culture information to make room for punctuation and grammar rules or something. Help me get away from myself.
I may have another job coming up for Christmas break at the UNCW bookstore. I had an interview this morning, but the interviewer was really difficult to read, so I don't really know how it went. If I do get the job, Christmas will come for more of my friends this year. If not, there will be no Christmas at all for anybody ever again until I have $10, 000,000. I am holding Christmas ransom, and the sad thing is, I bet somebody would pay.
Corporate America has both amazed and disappointed me this past week. First, I discovered a beverage at Starbuck's which I believe can both regenerate skin cells lost from burns and solve the whole problem with Pres. Bush, Iraq, Gas, Camel Spiders, And Irrational Capitalization. (Hey kids, it's dual intentional!) The drink is called Chantico. It is eight ounces of hot, melted chocolate. It is thick and creamy and delightful and causes hallucinations in children under the age of two. (Maybe.) The disappointment comes from the new way businesses are referring to the holidays: Chrismikka. It does sound neat, just pops right off of the tonsils, unless you don't have any. The effect of calling it Chrismikka is that the religious aspect of the holiday is removed, rendering it celebratable (It is a word, I just said it!) by even those who are not religious. That's cool and all, people can celebrate whatever they want, I don't care. But the goal of the stores is to make more money off of the public by giving them more reasons to buy things. It promoted greed, materialism, and selfishness, which are not good no matter which, if any, religious group you belong to. The stores are not trying to be all inclusive and make the holidays more enjoyable for everybody, they are promoting social greed to fuel their own corporate greed.
I am, again, putting off a paper by posting this blahg. I really do not want to write this paper, it is a reflection paper for a class I did not enjoy very mucho at all. I do not wish to reflect on the class, I wish to forget about it and move on. Hey, my dad and his boat pals won best power boat over 26' at the Wrightsville beach floatilla this saturday. We got braggin rights this year son! Really, they always win that crap. Like for the past ten years or something. Can nobody festoon a boat with sixty miles of flashing lights and robotic reindeer anymore? Where has our society gone? But I digress. Man, that class stinks!
So, I am done for today. Who knows when you may hear from me again. This may be that last post, for tomorrow is not promised and my life may end at any second. Take heart though, for the delete key on this keyboard does not work.
What has that got to do with anything?
posted by AJ. That's right, AJ. | 11:42 AM
1 Comments:
Santa Claus is a Loser and that and anything share three common letters so I suppose that's something.
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