Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Clerks
A life needs to be based on love and person needs to have an opinion and be able to laugh. Day in and day out this magical force of life reminds me that I will not be accepted! My humor, my smile, my size, shape and color won’t harmoniously cookie crumble into the perfect parrallogram shape that the masses believe exists. I write this on eight hours of sleep and in utmost fatigue reflecting on the magnitude of clashes I faced today. People don’t understand my humor and I question if that’s because the culture I happen to live in even has a sense a humor. All I see around me is automaton faced drones that gripe for the easiest way to get a check. My boss said my humor is acceptable, it’s just not accepted. People don’t get me!!!! They don’t get that I have eyes and a nose and blood and god forbid feelings. Most initial actions to life are done out of some conditioned pretense. I just wonder why more people don’t even think to ask why let alone explore the question through and true. This is something I believe in and to me it spawns a live and let live approach. My journalism teacher told me not to think so much. I lost my new favorite cd…Best Friends Forever…because I was rushing home after work because I forgot to grab my school assignment for journalism class. A class taught by yet another rigid uncreative mean-o-head (I only use such a cliché word to symbolically represent what I think about her.) I have a room that looks like it has been attacked by Beagles and these tiny stress sores on my tongue. My one bright side for the day is that I am almost to the point of sight reading single note melodies. That’s awesome because it has been a long uphill battle. Somebody is throwing me crumbs. For anywho today I lived like Dante and tomorrow in the horizon I feel a Randall day coming on. Until then watch Clerks for me since I gave up my TV set and am unable to…someone deserves a laugh.
A life needs to be based on love and person needs to have an opinion and be able to laugh. Day in and day out this magical force of life reminds me that I will not be accepted! My humor, my smile, my size, shape and color won’t harmoniously cookie crumble into the perfect parrallogram shape that the masses believe exists. I write this on eight hours of sleep and in utmost fatigue reflecting on the magnitude of clashes I faced today. People don’t understand my humor and I question if that’s because the culture I happen to live in even has a sense a humor. All I see around me is automaton faced drones that gripe for the easiest way to get a check. My boss said my humor is acceptable, it’s just not accepted. People don’t get me!!!! They don’t get that I have eyes and a nose and blood and god forbid feelings. Most initial actions to life are done out of some conditioned pretense. I just wonder why more people don’t even think to ask why let alone explore the question through and true. This is something I believe in and to me it spawns a live and let live approach. My journalism teacher told me not to think so much. I lost my new favorite cd…Best Friends Forever…because I was rushing home after work because I forgot to grab my school assignment for journalism class. A class taught by yet another rigid uncreative mean-o-head (I only use such a cliché word to symbolically represent what I think about her.) I have a room that looks like it has been attacked by Beagles and these tiny stress sores on my tongue. My one bright side for the day is that I am almost to the point of sight reading single note melodies. That’s awesome because it has been a long uphill battle. Somebody is throwing me crumbs. For anywho today I lived like Dante and tomorrow in the horizon I feel a Randall day coming on. Until then watch Clerks for me since I gave up my TV set and am unable to…someone deserves a laugh.
# posted by Nick D @ 11:11 PM 
