imbeciles

I'm stark raving mad now. I just had a confrontation with some fucked up psycho bitches about body image. It started when I made the comment that a girl should start counting her carbs if she was going to fit into her bikini (she was going on a cruise soon). I was charged with being insensitive and told that a person's body image is something that is conversational taboo.
I responded by saying that a person's self-esteem is not inextricably linked to what others think about one's weight or size, especially in an environment that tries to inculcate feminist values.
A girl, who probably skipped the brains to tilt the weighing scale, said that even though it is not right to judge a person by one's weight, it is still the practice, and that we should continue to embrace it. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the typical herd mentality very common among Messiah students. Unintelligent and soporific students trying to make sense of the world but ultimately failing badly because they are not capable of infusing their grey matter with their mouths.

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On another somewhat related note, I read this in Esquire today:

No, I beliefe he's (Bush) a cold-blooded opportunist, able and willing to pander to our least-educated citizens (people like Messiah dullards) - and that's much, much worse.

Hah.

I have never felt this tired in a long time. The moment the alarm clock went off, all I could think of was 'Fuck'. The entire night, I was slipping in and out of consciousness, dreaming weird random scenarios: cannibalistic M&M's, acupunture on my legs, etc.

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My room smells of fermented yogurt now. These few weeks, two guys are crashing in my room on the account of exorbitant and unaffordable housing elsewhere. These said two guys are also disgusting and smelly - think bad foot odor and unwashed laundry.

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While I was tossing in my bed last night, it occured to me that the things that I think about blogging then seem piffling and pointless now, in the day. But then again, the things I blog during the day are definitely piffling and pointless anyway.

guess? shirt

Earlier last semester, i was at the circulation desk at the library, waiting to check my books out. I notice that the gargantuan librarian woman with a slight upper lip moustache was wearing a shirt that I had, a Guess? shirt. I mention to her that I have the exact shirt back in my room and she grunts an incoherrent response, as if I was a bug who ought to be squashed. So much for being friendly and gracious by making small talk.

fucker

fucker

i composed my most eloquent and dignified post in months and blogger eats it up.
i need to blog, so i'm back.

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Under the pretense of overexposed self information, I revelled in a long hiatus - devoid of responsibility and care. But it has been too long and I realize that I need this blog more than it needs me to survive. Blogging has been my catharsis for a long while now but it is only recently, and belatedly, that I have realized this nugget of wisdom.

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A change in direction is in order after my newfound enlightenment. The days of the 'I woke up at 8 today and had cornflakes for breakfast' bullshit is behind me. You need to know my dietary intake and daily bowel activity as much as I need to know why the world is round. That is, you don't need to know.

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But I say that in jest. Of course you want to know of the mischevious deeds I pursue and I am glad to delve into details.

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