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I just got sick of xanga and having to have a xanga account to comment is lame. So if you'll all follow me... I promise to still comment in all your blogs.
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| Zombies in tiaras!I know I update a lot but it's only when I feel compelled. And with all this free time, I am compelled quite often.
So the subject: Greek life. It's rush week for sororities and the campus is swarming with clones. I kid you not: these girls all look the same. ALL. LOOK. ALIKE. I'm not sure if I should be weirded out by that or feel special that I didn't leave high school and become one of the many sheeple. I hate how they come into the buildings in between their tour of sorority houses to cool off, talk about party #15, and use the restroom. I really bashed one of them up good when I opened the door to a gaggle of them. That was a very satisfying 5 seconds, let me tell you.
They have a uniform: shorts as short as possible without just being Daisy Dukes - and no, I haven't used that term since middle school. A tank top. And it has to be the kind that comes to about mid breast so they're spilling out. God forbid they were to bend over to pick up their DZ fan or something. Seems like half of them are wearing tiaras. Why are those girls so special? Are they the legacies? Sad to say I myself am a legacy. My mother was in a sorority. And it's hard to believe that they've changed that much in 37 years but my mom does not, nor ever did, to me, seem like one of them. I've seen pictures of her sisters and they didn't look identical. It must just be the new thing. Or women are becoming more and more generic.
I mean, there are generic people everywhere. You know the kind I'm talking about: you have a brief conversation and you are sure that they live a very shallow, uninteresting life. And look, this tradition of brainwashing girls to be zombie sluts can be juggled to the other hand and applied to fraternities. That might even be a worse institution. I think it stunts the emotional growth of men, making them think that they must be a man's man, hit on all the girls, have ripped abs, and make a shit load of money. Look assholes, your life is your own. Don't let some old white republican tell you you have to be a certain way. God, I would love to know how many closet gays are in fraternities because of, well, you know why. Which is the worst because those people of all people are the ones who will oppress your true self.
I think I'm just about done with this rant. I just think that there are other ways to meet people besides buying them through a sorority/fraternity. But if there's one thing I've learned is that it really does take all kinds.
(I am sorry if I have offended anyone's delicate sensibilities)
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| http://news10now.com/content/top_stories/default.asp?ArID=76479
WOW.
I wonder if we could come up with a plot to lure all the morons like this guy into one area and then, well, you know. If I say any more, some moron like this guy will think I'm a you know who from somewhere in the middle of the world, get his panties in a bunch, and I'll be cut off from blogging. It's just sad, you know? The world is getting worse, one day at a time.
::headdesk::
http://www.macon.com/mld/macon/15297042.htm
Man, am I ever glad to see our president really doing something with his time in office. I mean, nevermind the poverty, the unemployment, the well, thousands of issues he could be taking care of. Let's pardon some backwoods hick for a "crime" committed 40 years ago. George, kiss my ass.
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| Can something go right, please?Things are still kind of up in the air, so they say, about teaching. I see no reason why I can't but you know, things have gone so awry lately, I don't even know anymore. I'm on the verge of ripping my hair out, I'm so annoyed by the situation. So. Much. Red. Tape.
Meanwhile, it's still freezing in here. The normal desk girl upstairs isn't here, which is probably why no one has been conatcted as requested. Sigh. I'm really trying not to be annoyed and stressed. Last night, when I woke up having a panic attack about money, it was everything I could do to calm my subconscious, talk myself back into sleep, to put my mind at ease. It simply isn't that easy. Then again, I probably allow my worries to take over a bit too much. I know that Ash won't let me fall because of money. I know that something will work out. I will be making decent money once real checks start coming in and once I catch up from the summer. For being one of the best jobs I ever worked, I basically lost one thousand dollars this summer.
But let's talk about some fun stuff. For Labor day, we're driving down to see my grandparents and my aunt. We're staying at my Aunt's place actually. My parents will also be there so I'll get to see everyone. The dogs will get to go to the beach for the first time. It should be a pretty good trip, although long. It's about six and a half hours. The day after we get back, Ash's brother is coming into town. He's taking off the whole week so they can hang out. On Thursday night we're driving to Steele, Alabama to go climbing Friday at Horsepens40. It's supposed to be the best place in the Southeast to climb outdoors. That should be a pretty good trip as well, except since it's only a one night stay, we're going to bring the dogs with us. Elliot is bringing his pug too so it will certainly be an undertaking. Basically, the next few weeks should be fairly busy. But busy is good. I wish I were busy right now.
I feel like there's something I should be doing but I am not sure. It's like, I can't keep everything straight anymore; my brain is foggy.
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| more favorite wordsI think that "cabal" is an awesome word. I also like it because of the Mortal Kombat character and the way the voice in the game says it. It's intimidating. | | |
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