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In the Desert

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial.
Who squatting upon the ground
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter, bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.”

-Stephen Crane

I’m trying to move away from that now, and I think I’m slowly managing to do that.

Also, my English teacher has informed me that he doesn’t want us using any “complicated” words in any of our writing. He hates having to look up words he doesn’t know when reading student essays.

I can’t believe I’m paying to go to school here.

trying to unburn bridges

i was sitting in class and overheard a girl talking to another classmate.

“…yeah. i used to be friends with her. then we got into some dumb fight about something stupid and we stopped being friends. then, the other day she tried to be friends with me again, but i said i didn’t want to because i don’t remember exactly why we aren’t friends anymore, but it must’ve been for some reason…”

that’s when i realized that that was me, and how completely moronic my logic has been.

i really need to stop holding grudges against people. there’s no reason for it. the past is in the past. these things happened so long ago that they’re completely irrelevant to what is taking place in my life right now.

i’ve already sent two emails to two different people, i might send one or two more.

oh. also, my spanish class was cancelled today. wooooooooooooooooo.

very niiicccee

My mythology teacher is an old man who thinks it’s hilarious to lecture his entire class while making Borat impressions. I’ve heard the phrase, “very niiccee,” at least 16 times today. However, “king of the castle,” was only used 2 times.

Among some of his other favorite impressions are Fonzie (EYYYYYYYY) and a surfer bum.

It’s going to be a very long summer.

oh snap! guess what i sawr

i’m sick. i tried to take a nap.

i woke up sweating and delirious singing biz markie.

posted by a germaphobe

Every now and again, I like to take a bath to relax. Sometimes I read, sometimes I listen to music—usually for about an hour.
I decided to take a bath tonight. However, I was reading for only about five minutes and I realized I couldn’t relax. For while the side of the bathroom where the tub was located was spic and span, I had neglected the left half of the bathroom.
Some would presume that it was out of sheer laziness that I have refused to clean the left side of the bathroom for a month, but in reality I have avoided the task out of sheer terror.

Tonight I decided to clean it because after a month of living in this house we still have not unpacked our bathroom boxes.
From a first glance, the left side doesn’t look bad at all. The sink is perfectly clean, as is the counterspace around it.
Then one ventures farther north. There is a thick layer of dust sitting on top of the medicine cabinet and the lights above the mirror.
Still not so terrible, so why am I complaining?

Then, I open the medicine cabinet.

A few days ago, I witnessed projectile vomiting for the first time.
And with that vision burned into my mind, I’ve come to the conclusion that projectile vomiting is the only thing that can explain what took place inside that medicine cabinet.

A thick orange-brown goo was covering the inside of the cabinet.
I used bleach.
I used baking soda and water.
I used vinegar.
Lime juice (I don’t have lemon juice in stock).
Tilex for soap scum.

And while the MAJORITY of the goo came off, the white cabinet is still stained slightly orange.
And that’s not all. The goo was dripping down the entire side of the wall.
It took Tilex, baking soda paste, and a magic erase pad to remove it from the walls.

However, I still don’t feel safe putting the items I use to clean my face and body into that cabinet. I’m now currently looking for something to cover those cabinets.

and your eyes are slits in bags of fat and your eyes are pissholes in the snow

i put down little carpets in each of the bathrooms in our house.
a few days ago i realized that our bathroom started to smell weird, but i couldn’t find the source of the smell.

it turns out that as a puppy, blakie hated those rugs and pissed all over them, and he did the same thing now.

i just scrubbed the bathroom floors and they now do not smell like pee.

me, a name i call myself

my anthropology teacher fervently believes that this was in no way planned, that everyone just “knows” how to do it.

oh where is your inflammatory writ?

as time goes on, i start to feel more and more like college isn’t for me. however, i guess it’s too late now, i’m already halfway done, i might as well finish what i’ve started.
then my english teacher laughed at me when i told her that i was “just” getting my bachelors.
“ha! a bachelors degree means almost nothing nowadays. go for your masters.”
as if i didn’t feel overwhelmed enough already.

i feel extremely uninspired. i’m tired of writing papers on the lost tribes of the green sahara, or what distinct traits homo heidelbergensis had. i just want to sit and write what i want to write. i just wish i knew exactly what is was that i want to write.

i called my grandmother the other day. thanked her for the card. i don’t think she wanted to talk to me.