Monday, August 21, 2006

Registering is not cool, but very lame

I ran a register the other night at BI-LO, which presupposes the algorithm that whatever you attract into your life will eventually manifest. However, I found that what I thought I wanted was anything but that. It's just that I never thought my legs would hurt so much from just standing there. Who would have thought my back would ache and my legs would feel like shit after just standing for eight hours and not moving my legs? Whatever, I'll digress. I'm at college today and it's something else. My Spanish classes are dynomite! I'm learning pretty well and the teachers only speak "espanish" as they so eloquently put it. I find things like that hillarious. When they take their own language and put that spin on English. Whatever. Damn, this fucking computer lab sucks. The chairs are all fucked up. I think it's the fact that I'm too tall for this "beanbag chair" I'm sitting in. I don't know what to call the damn thing. IT's like a cylindrical pad with no backrest. That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard of. I'm going to get carpel tunnel or whatever and sue the school for my entire tuition. That would be perfect and would benefit me financially, which is pretty damn skippy. I don't know what the hell that means, but I guess it's some sort of "loser dialect." Ha, loser dialect, I'm staring new jargon online but i'm pretty sure not too many people actually read this shit, but I could be wrong. If someone out there is reading, please give me a shout out because I need verification that this isn't all just ramblings to myself in the darkness of a Coastal Carolina University computer lab. Of course, i mean darkness as more of a metaphorical darkness and not a physical, tangible darkness. I should get all abstract now and I think it would be funny, talking about how insignificant we are compared to the scope of the whole universe and not to mention that even compared to the five to six billion people on this planet today. So I realize I am important to me, and maybe to a select few people, but to the rest of the world, my death wouldnt even phase them. As a matter of fact, they wouldn't even know I was dead, or that I ever existed. I think it's funny when I see new people because I never knew they existed before. I should tell that to people. "Hey, nice to meet you. I never knew you existed before this moment." That would be pretty funny. I like meeting new people, but only people who hold my values, like wittiness and using obscure irregular words to get a whimsical point across. I'm trying very hard to not use cliches and catchphrases anymore, unless I created them myself. No more, "until next time," but instead, "remember that life is a journey, not a destination," or some lame bullshit like that. And with that, my rambling has come to a general and expected conclusion. Peace.

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