Ridiculocity

The cynical rantings of mediocrity have now been compiled for your convenience into one, easily avoidable iDumpster.

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Location: Wilmington, North Carolina, United States

I am an English major at UNCW. You know what I want to do with my life? I want to write. Hey, look! I'm doing what I want with my life!

Thursday, September 28, 2006

one bad leg

So, this is my fiftieth post, and I have been doing it for about a year now, so that averages to almost one post a week. Not bad at all, not too shabby flabby.

I found otu that I am tactless today, and I would liek to appologize to anybody whom I have insulted with the truths about themselves that they did not want to aknowledge. Ignorange truly is bliss, so I will keep my mouth shut and you can go on doing what you are doing free of conviction or conscience.

I am going to hike the Appalachian Trail, which is exciting. I am worried, though, that something bad is going to happen before I can get to it. Everything is going really well in preparation for the hike, and that is unusual for me. What is a girl to do?

I have lost interest in this post, as I have so may before it. Just go to a Rusted Root concert before you die.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Bombs Made of Indina Silk

Would be very beautiful, but very bad at their jobs.

So, after two months without a refrigerator, I finally can enjoy fresh milk at home again. If you are ever posed with the question, "How long would it take the world's worst apartment to replace a fridge?" you can now answer, "Two friggin' months."

And when I say worst in the world, I really don't know, but it is definately the worst in Wilmington. I won't name it, for legal reasons, but lest just say it starts with a "T" and ends in "he Glen." We have a basketball court with no goals, a tennis court with no nets that people are not allowed to play on, a pool that has been closed since August 2005 and has not been cleaned since about two weeks prior to that, oh and, hey, they take two months to replace a broken fridge. This annonymous community (The Glen) is where bad college students and immigrants go when they die.

The Appalachian trail. I wanna do it. I'm gonna.

Monday, September 04, 2006

I Drove Slow Through Most of the Hurricane, but I Punched it in the Eye

Big ass crater in the back yard, I hope that you stay a hole.

That's a line from Keller and the Keels' "Crater in the Back Yard" off Grass. I am thrilled to have recently purchased this CD, and I reccomend that you go and get it too.

So, classes started. It is fun, but it will be a rough semester. 11 novels for one class.

I need a new job. I have not been angry in like two years, but today my boss pissed me off like crazy. I destroyed the warehouse with my anger. Contageous.

I thought I felt like posting right now, but I didn't really. I'll do a full one later.

But you got to admit that that sweet sweet jelly's so good.