and now.....politically correct!

oxymoron time, boys and girls! i am am in a very strange mood, so i decided to eradicate this mood by finding some strange oxymorons to share with the world. the list below is from the top twenty list at the website below....i picked the ones i liked the best (the first two are my own additions to the list).

controlled chaos
gated community

alone together
silent scream
living dead
same difference
pretty ugly
working vacation
virtual reality
work party
healthy tan
microsoft works

courtesy of: http://www.oxymoronlist.com/

and hall bathrooms, too!!

AARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!! die evil college rooming assignment ppl!!

that's right folks...i got my rooming assignment today in the mail. although i was ecstatic about finding out my roomie and all, it royally irked me to find out where i'm living. not only am i living in a dorm on the outskirts of campus w/ hall bathrooms, I'M LIVING IN AN ALL
GIRLS DORM!!!!!! can my torture get any worse? no offense to all females out there, myself being one, but sometimes i hate girls. too much pms, too much angst, too much my - boyfriend/girlfriend/friendwithbenefits - hates - me - i - know - it - i - think - i'll - whine - about - it - until - someone - consoles - me - or - gives - me - chocolate - or - until - i - can - find - another - suitable - guy/girl/otherfriendwithbenefits/drunkpersonfrombar - to - sleep - with - to - forget - the - first - guy/girl/whatever. ugh. the only consolation i have is that i'll be able to live at the library instead of the dorm. [btw, barrett is where i'm living. not only is it on the far end of campus, it's a) nowhere near a dining hall, b) nowhere near the college library, c) nowhere near the public library, and d) so near to my synagogue that there is now no excuse for me not to attend services every saturday.] most normal ppl would say that living in a non-coed environment would be helpful. "you can study more w/out distractions." "you won't have to worry about complications arising by living w/ [cue gasp] the other sex." wtf. if i spend too much "quality time" w/ my female friends, i go completely bonkers. i need guys to help inject some testosterone into my life. goddamn. i love my girl friends alright, but not enough to want to be around girls all the time. on average, i'm better friends w/ guys than i am w/ girls. imagine living w/ a whole floor of post-pubescent, angst-ridden, whiny freshman girls.

I. WILL. GO. INSANE.

SOMEONE. WILL. DIE.

chan-man, come save me (even though classes hasn't even started yet)! let's go play pool already, smoke and weird drunk guys included. wolfie will have me living w/ him by the time fall break comes around (his girlfriend might not like that). shifty-eyes and 'lil ham will have to suffer me visiting them all the time in yates. kate will have me living w/ her by the end of the semester. crinkles will need to visit more often, and i will definitely be watching as many shoot-em-up guy movies as possible.

interesting quotation time

one of the most interesting quotation i have ever read. the book is awesome, and if you've seen the animated version of the movie, believe me when i say it is nothing compared to the book.

a rhinocerous is as ugly as a human being, and it too is going to die, but at least it never thinks that it is beautiful.
~peter s. beagle, the last unicorn

on another note, someone was just telling me about the guy on jeopardy that has been on a winning streak for like 30, 31 days now. how interesting is that? huh. guess it pays to be a nerd. though, look who's talking...huh....

learning the meaning

i'm learning things over the summer. i bet i shouldn't be doing that, mostly because i will be sick of learning by the time i get started this fall. hm.

anyway, i learned what emo music is. actually, i learned what makes it different from rock and alternative. i feel smart (or not). according to my brother, emo is rock/alternative style music, except the lyrics are sung much slower, and the subject matter is more "whiny and angsty". is that an accurate description of emo music? i don't know, so i'll put that question out there for someone to answer.

another question to ponder: what is the point of religion? what is its purpose in society? do you believe that religion fulfills a role in our lives that might otherwise not be filled? click the little comment button...i want to hear from you all.

pool hall observations

ok, so i went to shoot some pool last night with some of my best friends. we went to the corner pocket, a local pool hall that recently moved and upgraded. it's really nice now, but that's not the point. i have some observations for all those out there who ever walk into a pool hall:

• first, never get a table next to a bunch of guys who know what they're doing. i knew we were in trouble when one of them took out his own pool stick, one of those (if you know about them) that comes in two parts and that you screw together. i saw a few on display in the pool hall, and they were like 40 or 50 bucks! to top it off, two of the four guys were wearing these pool gloves, that covered the thumb and first two fingers, i guess so that you can aim better. anyway, when i saw this, i just got depressed b/c i suck at pool, but not so much that it's pathetic (at least i hope). as soon as they started playing, all my measly skills just looked like crap compared to them. ugh. talk about killing my self-esteem....
• second, always know the person in front. the girl manning the front of the hall knew me vaguely (she doesn't remember, but we went to the same damn school, and sat right next to each other for an entire year in a puny class w/ 12 kids in it. guess i'm just forgettable like that...), so we got a table quickly. ahhh, the wonders of connections...
• third, be prepared to meet random ppl you know. this one guy walked up to us that i haven't seen in over a year, and started talking to us (to be more exact, he started talking to one of the other ppl w/ me, but i still knew him, so it counts).
• next, do not be disturbed by the bathrooms. we are moving into an automated age, so if something in the bathroom operates weird, do not panic. it turns out that the bathroom in the hall had (get this) automated paper towel dispensers. automated. paper. towel. dispensers. wtf? i personally think the world is going insane w/ laziness, although i would appreciated automated doors to bathrooms (hey, you know you hate touching that door after you've washed your hands. it's a door to a damn public bathroom! how much more gross can that get?).
  
• finally, be prepared to meet ppl you might not know, who turn out to be, ahem, interesting characters. this one guy walked up (one that knew the other guy who walked up to us), and just randomly started talking to me. calling it weird would be an understatement. he starts talking to me, someone he's never met or talked to in his life, and guess what the topic of conversation was? hm? any guesses? his sex life. oh yea, a random guy is describing to me how he woke up that morning in a bedroom he had never seen before, with a girl he had never seen before, no recollection of how he got there, and the girl, he said, looked "extremely illegal" i.e., underage. wow. although i laughed about it (mostly because the way he was talking about it made me want to either laugh or puke), it was very strange. i don't know if he was trying to hit on me, i sincerely hope not. why? because it was way too weird.

alright then kiddies, there's my immense fountain of wisdom concerning the public meeting places we call poolhalls. for further information, i suggest going to one yourself. if you are hit on by a weird guy (or girl) like the one i described above, do NOT panic. merely move slowly to the nearest restroom and proceed to attempt to climb out the window. have fun!!

completely stupid

and now for something completely stupid...

i feel like writing just for the heck of it. i do not have anything deep or meaningful to say, but i'm writing here anyway...blech on all who don't like this...

wow, i wrote 4 lines about absolutely nothing...cookies for me...

a new one

15 Minutes of Fame

I am one to sink into
Obscurity, devoid of
Significant achievement or
Action vindicated to
Ensure my place in history.
There I join my fellows,
My own outcasts from
Rememberance and my peers
In everything that has
Made us into nobodies
Together we take up our
Residencies, Front Porches-
Front seats, Center-
Perfect for viewing,
Unobtrusively, the world from
Which we were excluded,
Where we pensively observe
Those whose company we
Dare not aspire to, for Fear
Of Disappointment
And Rejection.

Obscurity will be my
Home, but for the love
Of my equally obscure friends,
I will reach behond
Achievement or action to
Justify my place in
Fame or Infamy.


normally i dont write with caps, but for this i felt like they added to the poem. i dont know where this came from, but the first line came to me one day, and i couldnt help but start writing.

i wrote this for one of my college entrance applications...i thought that it was probably one of the best that i've ever written...


WHAT STIRS MY PERPLEXED MIND

I see the ruin
I see the pain

The broken treetops
And the charred heaps
Of rubble and houses
Against the unbroken
Tainted blue pool above

Children who walk
Through the streets
Bellys bloated and eyes wide
With wonder and sadness

Pale skin and pale sheets
Bleed together on
The bed, holding
The last moments
Of a dying woman

Children
Jump
Down
Off the bus
Run up the steps
To school –
To safety –

It’s all relative
When the gunman opens fire

I see the ruin
I see the pain

I stir my perplexed soul
A chef at her craft
I taste and test
The content, hoping
To get the right mixture of
Anger and shame
Pity and
Blame –

The ruin, the pain –
I see the blame I see the blame
And it points its finger at me


...so...what do you think?

first in a long time....

i'm back. sorta. maybe. ask me when i'm not so tired, maybe i'll give you a straight answer then.

although i have nothing to write now that may be meaningful and awe-inspiring, i felt that i needed to at least acknoledge that my blog does still exist. hmm.

in my last post, dated 21 february, i talked about rambling. indeed, rambling is the best type of therapy. recently i took up writing again. i began a journal, which is something i have not done in quite a long time. i don't write for myself anymore. how sad is that? i guess growing up (not entirely, though) changes everything. i'm more concerned now with how i am going to get to work on time than i am about when it was the last time i read a book all the way through. i'm in such a hurry now to do things and finish things that i can't even sit down and enjoy a book every once in a while. the things times does to us.

therapy accomplished.
end rambling.