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| You know what sucks? The University of Virginia. Screw that it's one of the top schools in the nation. I feel like I'm stuck on a road to nowhere here. I think I might actually prefer to be white sleezy trailer trash instead of being here right now. Never believe that college will make you more intelligent or that a college education actually amounts to anything. Don't think that going to a first rate college actually means that the people there are actually 'educated.' They're just a bunch of textbook worshippers and statistics fiends who wouldn't know the difference between actually living and a coffin if an LSD tripping bimbo bitch slapped them across the face with a syringe full of smack. I miss being at home, and I miss talking to every single high school drop out I've ever known. I miss hearing about how people backpack across Spain or get up every morning at 6 to bike 30 miles. I miss reading song lyrics and attending punk rock shows. I miss stealing public property and throwing eggs at cop cars. I miss people who thought that they were never going to grow up and that there are rabbits on the moon and giant beanstalks in the sky. I'm tired of people telling me that UVA is a good school. I'm tired of rich little white boys trying to act cool by smoking weed, snorting coke, and drinking alcohol. I'm tired of girls talking about how hot boys are. I'm tired of boys talking about how hot girls are. I'm tired of guys thinking that homosexuality is disgusting. I'm tired of people thinking that I'm strange and weird and a 'social deviant' because I don't give a shit about their sex lives or how much money they have or what brand of clothes they're wearing. Because I'd rather beat a boy up at a mosh instead of makeout with him at a party. Because I think that sex is BORING. Because I'm going to BLOW UP if I meet another Republican who's voting for whoever their dads are voting for come next election. Someone tell everyone here to shut up, zip up their goddamn flies, and cork up their fucking vodka. They look like dumbasses with their polo shirts and skateboards, trying to rebel by riding that shit around at 4 in the morning. Give them some Sex Pistols and some baseball bats and tell the lazy fuckers to do something about society other than buying the governor's seat out with their goddamn inheritance. It's like no one here has ever heard of common decency. |
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| So many things have happened in my life since I last allowed the common public (yourselves) look into it. I suppose I could give you detailed day-by-day-by-day accounts of everything that has happened, but, it's not really the individual days that makes life exciting. Plus it'd be boring to read, probably more academical than tabloid scandalous--the measurement of man number 645's penis, the exact amount of alcohol I consumed, the things I said to my hallmates while under the influence of substances I can't even pronounce. And besides, one drunken night is about the same as any other--swerving on the sidewalk, making out with someone who's face I didn't even care to take note of (much less his name), getting emotional and throwing shit. So what have I been up to? I've been up to drugs. Mostly alcohol, since that's the only one people care to donate for free nowadays (the stingy bastards), and because it's actually legal for some people who are still not too old enough to be prudes. But also other drugs, pretty common drugs, but other drugs. Adderall: pilled and bottled if I intend to pass the chemistry midterm or smashed and snorted if I want to be overwhelmed by irreality (or if I have a dollar on me to rail with). Marijuana: in the woods that resemble the the set of The Blair Witch Project if I'm visiting our student body president or on the table of some tiny apartment while jamming to the Beach Boys. I really don't like the Beach Boys, by the way, but illegal substances seem to make them cooler or maybe just tolerable enough so that I don't cut my ears off whenever I'm near them. Bathrooms have become my home away from home away from home. I have intimate relations with the tiles on Jeff's bathroom floor. I fully intend to visit them often and lie ontop of them. I'm closest with the ones right next to the toilet. And I'm asleep like a cat on Kelli's lap when I wake up the next morning. |
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| Hello and welcome to La cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point, a place where I store all of my thoughts and experiences. Feel free to look around, but please keep in mind that everything that I write here is about myself and my experiences. Thanks and enjoy. |
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| I am an eighteen-year-old college student who is currently attending the University of Virginia. I enjoy reading, writing, intelligence, and sarcasm. My goals in life include being a successful swindler, a professional liar, and maybe someone you could bring home to meet mom with. More? |
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