Zook INcandenZA
Despite anything I might have said before, the bar is a beautiful place.
Bravos and Boos go out to Kai from Hawaii:
Bravos:
1. Completing the phrase from yesterday. "It's not how old you are on parchment, it's how old you feel in the humus". I think that's right, anyway.
2. Having a name that rhymes internally with the state he lives in. Being from Illinois, that's unpossible for most of us here at the Hero. Unless Mjarc moves to Hell, in which case, we dance.
Boos:
1. You still have an amplified "get thee away" link up.
2. You live in Hawaii.
I knew I should never have left Mjarc alone. The poor bastard has gone to that dark side of humanity where two grown men who have already declared their sexuality have decided to flirt with the lines by being naked almost one-third of the time they spend awake and not in school or at work. Let me tell you this: In three years of living with Mjarcie I never ONCE saw him naked. To do so would open a portal to an alternate universe, or would at the least blind me. I have a picture of Mjarc wearing only a towel, and that's almost enough to make me break out in hives. He's white to the point of being the same color as a blank Microsoft Word screen. He's the kind of white you would be if you dumped bleach all over yerself. My point, I suppose, is that he and I lived together and worked out a mostly silent agreement to never attack each other sans clothes. Just the idea of his dunlap and his bologna tits and his...member...rubbing up against me.....that goes for Mast too. In my last ten visits to that apartment, I have left only ONCE without seeing someone's naked lower body. One time one of them touched me with it whilst I was not looking. Had I the will power, I might rip the fucker off. Literally. What's weird is that the dudez who are constantly exposing themselves don't realize that at it's base, their revelation of their sex organ is really a revelation that they want to touch each other. Also that frat boys are usually the ones doing the exposing, and the dudez have an unnatural hate for such people, especially Mjarcie who has panic attacks at the mear mention of "The Pub".
I have a class with the star basketball player here, and yesterday he had to give this presentation and all semester the grad-student who "teaches" the class has given him the easy road in a way that is so shameful most of us just don't bother to notice, and so yesterday this kid (who they say could play in the NBA) has to give a presentation on an article he has read and he gets up in front of class and he can barely read which is fucking sad in so many ways, but the part that just made me furious was the fact that it was fucking obvious someone else had done the assignment for him, I mean he was reading it like it was the first time he'd ever seen the information (it was), and the "teacher" who grilled everyone else, even the kids who knew their shit cold, claps for him and says "Excellent job".
Things that make me mad about that:
1. this kid has a full scholarship. that means he pays nothing for school. if they just want him to play basketball, make basketball his curriculum. Don't insult the rest of us by giving him a degree that means the same as ours.
2. someone let this kid into college knowing that his reading abilities are about equivalent with an 8th graders. This is not his fault. More than likely he went to a high school where the teachers were all into sports and they let him get by.
3. this school endorses giving athletes an easy by. My bro went to a school, played football, and they barely gave him food whilst requiring him to gain weight. This school, where half the student population couldn't tell you what day they play football or basketball on, gives them free shit by the handfulls.
My soapbox just collapsed.
Next five: everything from "side four" of Ryan Adams' "Gold"
in the stereo: Steve Earle-- "I feel allright"
Despite anything I might have said before, the bar is a beautiful place.
Bravos and Boos go out to Kai from Hawaii:
Bravos:
1. Completing the phrase from yesterday. "It's not how old you are on parchment, it's how old you feel in the humus". I think that's right, anyway.
2. Having a name that rhymes internally with the state he lives in. Being from Illinois, that's unpossible for most of us here at the Hero. Unless Mjarc moves to Hell, in which case, we dance.
Boos:
1. You still have an amplified "get thee away" link up.
2. You live in Hawaii.
I knew I should never have left Mjarc alone. The poor bastard has gone to that dark side of humanity where two grown men who have already declared their sexuality have decided to flirt with the lines by being naked almost one-third of the time they spend awake and not in school or at work. Let me tell you this: In three years of living with Mjarcie I never ONCE saw him naked. To do so would open a portal to an alternate universe, or would at the least blind me. I have a picture of Mjarc wearing only a towel, and that's almost enough to make me break out in hives. He's white to the point of being the same color as a blank Microsoft Word screen. He's the kind of white you would be if you dumped bleach all over yerself. My point, I suppose, is that he and I lived together and worked out a mostly silent agreement to never attack each other sans clothes. Just the idea of his dunlap and his bologna tits and his...member...rubbing up against me.....that goes for Mast too. In my last ten visits to that apartment, I have left only ONCE without seeing someone's naked lower body. One time one of them touched me with it whilst I was not looking. Had I the will power, I might rip the fucker off. Literally. What's weird is that the dudez who are constantly exposing themselves don't realize that at it's base, their revelation of their sex organ is really a revelation that they want to touch each other. Also that frat boys are usually the ones doing the exposing, and the dudez have an unnatural hate for such people, especially Mjarcie who has panic attacks at the mear mention of "The Pub".
I have a class with the star basketball player here, and yesterday he had to give this presentation and all semester the grad-student who "teaches" the class has given him the easy road in a way that is so shameful most of us just don't bother to notice, and so yesterday this kid (who they say could play in the NBA) has to give a presentation on an article he has read and he gets up in front of class and he can barely read which is fucking sad in so many ways, but the part that just made me furious was the fact that it was fucking obvious someone else had done the assignment for him, I mean he was reading it like it was the first time he'd ever seen the information (it was), and the "teacher" who grilled everyone else, even the kids who knew their shit cold, claps for him and says "Excellent job".
Things that make me mad about that:
1. this kid has a full scholarship. that means he pays nothing for school. if they just want him to play basketball, make basketball his curriculum. Don't insult the rest of us by giving him a degree that means the same as ours.
2. someone let this kid into college knowing that his reading abilities are about equivalent with an 8th graders. This is not his fault. More than likely he went to a high school where the teachers were all into sports and they let him get by.
3. this school endorses giving athletes an easy by. My bro went to a school, played football, and they barely gave him food whilst requiring him to gain weight. This school, where half the student population couldn't tell you what day they play football or basketball on, gives them free shit by the handfulls.
My soapbox just collapsed.
Next five: everything from "side four" of Ryan Adams' "Gold"
in the stereo: Steve Earle-- "I feel allright"
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