grandma, what big teeth you have...
so if you can't tell the difference between your grandmother and a huge wolf, you deserve to be devoured alive. stupid little red riding hood. unless, of course, your grandmother had a really furry face with a long snout, and acted all wolf-like. but if not, then you are a moron and don't deserve to see your real grandmother ever again. eat up, wolfie, eat up. the meat is fresh, young, and tender. but be careful: its full of stupid, which may or may not be contagious.
midterms are over. i feel like collge should be over, too. i'm just sick of it. im sick of being in the midwest. the other day at work i had my sexuality questioned because i never wanted to own a pickup truck. i guess not wanting a large machine that has the potential to haul a lot of manure while simultaneously gulping down gasoline like it hasn't drank in a month and polluting the good nature around us means that i am not a real man. cause homosexuals are not real men. just like george bush is not a real president: they both have the title but do not deserve it.
if you can't catch the sarcasm, please note that there was a lot of sarcasm. maybe i shouldn't have used such a good comparison to the w, but i do not believe that homosexuals are not "real men". i don't even know what being a real man means. however, if you think you are the paradigmatic real man, then show me how to drink from a straw while being manly. just try it. i almost have it figured out, but it gets messy.
so i am doing a math presentation next week about tic-tac-toe. there's more to it than the tradional game of 'three in a row' because it involves affine planes and crap like that. only math geeks like me and james can truly understand and show even a hint of interest, so i don't expect anyone to want to know more about tic-tac-toe on the affine plane π4.
so the days are getting colder, my hair is getting longer, and i feel like i am getting dumber. it's been hard for me to speak coherently lately, or even intelligently. i almost have a bachelor's degree and i feel dumber than i did a year ago. maybe i would be smarter if i actually was learning thermodynamics rather than just doing the homework with the solutions manual open next to me. or maybe my brains will come back once i leave here and start grad school at buffalo state college. suny schools are better than missouri christian ones anyway. except that buffalo does not have the thai house or the gem of india, both of which i have grown to love these past few years. amen.
midterms are over. i feel like collge should be over, too. i'm just sick of it. im sick of being in the midwest. the other day at work i had my sexuality questioned because i never wanted to own a pickup truck. i guess not wanting a large machine that has the potential to haul a lot of manure while simultaneously gulping down gasoline like it hasn't drank in a month and polluting the good nature around us means that i am not a real man. cause homosexuals are not real men. just like george bush is not a real president: they both have the title but do not deserve it.
if you can't catch the sarcasm, please note that there was a lot of sarcasm. maybe i shouldn't have used such a good comparison to the w, but i do not believe that homosexuals are not "real men". i don't even know what being a real man means. however, if you think you are the paradigmatic real man, then show me how to drink from a straw while being manly. just try it. i almost have it figured out, but it gets messy.
so i am doing a math presentation next week about tic-tac-toe. there's more to it than the tradional game of 'three in a row' because it involves affine planes and crap like that. only math geeks like me and james can truly understand and show even a hint of interest, so i don't expect anyone to want to know more about tic-tac-toe on the affine plane π4.
so the days are getting colder, my hair is getting longer, and i feel like i am getting dumber. it's been hard for me to speak coherently lately, or even intelligently. i almost have a bachelor's degree and i feel dumber than i did a year ago. maybe i would be smarter if i actually was learning thermodynamics rather than just doing the homework with the solutions manual open next to me. or maybe my brains will come back once i leave here and start grad school at buffalo state college. suny schools are better than missouri christian ones anyway. except that buffalo does not have the thai house or the gem of india, both of which i have grown to love these past few years. amen.
posted by goodbyedearsun at 8:29 PM
4 Comments:
I love this post of yours. The first sentence alone is worth millions. So glad I hit the "next blog" button.
And you will most likely learn to think again, after college. At least that's what happened to me. Then I had kids. But anyway, hang in there.
i can't help but feel a little disappointed in you. this entry leads me to believe that you have not been reaping the benefits of the birthday gift i sent you. see? it's for moments like these that you need such gifts. why would i have sent you some useless book, unless i knew you'd need it a few months later to remember what a real man is...?
-jerkstitt
crap. i totally forgot about that resource. but i know it doesn't say anything about owning or wanting to own a pickup truck. or how to drink from a straw. but as much as i cherish your gift, i dont think there is such a thing as a "real man", cause that implies that some males are not real, which just doesn't seem right. is my cat not a real cat cause he has three legs? is my car not a real car cause it is the worst color in the world? is that man not a real man because he hates terminator three?
of course i guess these all depend on what your definition of a cat, car, and man are. whatever. i give up. i miss the north eastern part of this country.
if it's any consolation, I'm a vegetarian pacifist.
I once read that "Real Men Love Their Wives". I also once read "Real Men Wear Black". but I think those were both just bumper stickers.
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