Blogging! Was a better word not available? Sounds like ridiculous torture. Anyway.
Crazy night at the Chang Compound. You never appreciate Howard Beach until your friends live there and you have to schlep yourself home at 2am. Then you don't appreciate it at all. I now know the plight of the Chang. Sympathy, overwhelming.
What's good, Internet? How you been? Whatchudoin'? The spring semester is creeping up like a ninja. Well, maybe not ninja, cause those bastards don't creep. They appear out of no where and kill you swiftly. I'm so glad all that warm weather is over and I can resume enjoying blistering cold winds and sub-zero temperatures the way the good lord intended. Give it up for the North-East! I am so sick of school it disgusts me. I've been a student for 18 years, I think I'm done. Paid my dues- just give me my diploma and no one gets hurt.
I'm so goddamn tired it's disgusting. More coffee I say!.... I really have to start saying that more when there's actually someone here to get me coffee not just when I'm all by myself typing in the cold.
So! Tomorrow is Martin Luther King Jr.s B-day (It's his birthday right? Not just, like, a day dedicated to him?) as we all know and in memorium I want to convince this guy I know to go to a public place and recite the "I Have a Dream..." speech. I only want him to do this because he takes of every M.L.K.J Day and does nothing every year. He doesn't work, doesn't go out, he just does nothing for the principle of the day. So I think a good tradition to start would be going to a different place every year and recite this great, historical speech. What? You don't think so? Way to crush my dreams. See, I had a dream too and you just seem hellbent on destroying my child-like spirit and wonder. Why?....why?
Internet, I want to wish you a happy M.L.K.J Day and I hope that all your dreams come true since mine are destined to shrivel and die due to lack of encouragement. You unsupportive bastards. Enjoy your day off you assholes, if you want to know where I'll be, it's at work, I don't get these holiday breaks. You'll have to sit me down on your lap some day, tossle my hair and tell me what it's like to have a day off. I hear it's like a Saturday wrapped in a snow day dating the Easter Bunny... What? What do you mean that's wrong? What's nonsensical about it? Shut up.
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