"It somehow became an article of faith on the right that Obama is ‘the most extreme President in American history.’ Although when they say that, I think what they really mean is, ‘He’s black.’"
—BILL MAHER, Real Time (via inothernews)
What do you say about memorial day when you are not American but have spent the majority of your life in the States? I don’t even know, to be honest.
ennui (one of the trendy magazines that never never capitalized the first letter of its name) was the preferred monthly journal of those who preferred to …well you know. Not interested in this or that, they seldom looked forward to their ennui each month, but a subscription just seemed to drag on forever and a day. Lacking any focus in life, getting the subscription stopped was just more than they could focus on, so that wasn’t an option, either. Still published today, each copy of ennui is universally greeted by its subscriber with a “meh” and then tossed onto the coffee table where it gathers dust until someone gets around to just throwing it away.
Okay this is ridiculous. I’m trying to be grateful and not step on any toes, but this is crap. I’m going to ask to be transferred to another location. What is this crap? Making me work 4 hours a day, in the middle of the day? Do they know how expensive it is for me to get into the city? How hard it is for me to get to the freaking metro station?
Last summer I worked 40+ hours and I was contented with that. I got paid overtime and I had fun conversing with all of the customers. I am one of the few people willing to stay and close, so why don’t they freaking take advantage of that?
Slowly adopting the Heat as my team, simply because Lebron is part owner of Liverpool FC.
It’s that or the Celtics, which I could support because of where I go to school.
But I am told that these rivalries are strong and that one cannot be fickle. So I must make a decision!
"The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - that you’d thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you’ve never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it’s as if a hand has come out, and taken yours."
—The History Boys
Watched the Invention of Lying on DVD. It was fine. Pretty sure it was a parody of religion/God/Jesus so you know there was some controversy when that came out.
Currently watching Jerry McGuire, only for Cuba Gooding Jr. without a shirt, because that’s the kind of person I’ve become.
Is there a time when something as stupid and inconsequential as this will not warrant a complete breakdown on my part? I’m the kind of person who loses it when I get B’s, and sadly, I haven’t gone a semester without a B since middle school. Well, except for last semester, which I don’t count.
I want to tell myself that there should be no fucks to give, especially since I found no real interest in any of the courses I am being forced to take, nor do I see myself ever being passionate about finance, much less business. But that’s not a happy path to take either, right?
Tonight seems like a good night for self-destruction…mostly because I am so angry and disappointed, and I’d like to forget about that for awhile. A year ago, I found solace in stuffing my face with food and then proceeding to throw it all up. And while I’ve been at school this year, I’ve dealt with my problems by going running. But now I’m back in this house. Stuck. I remember now exactly why I was so eager to leave this place.
Well, we shall see how this night pans out.
