Blargh...

There is much "blargh"-ness going around.  First off, my article from last week didn't get published, which was disappointing even though I wasn't expecting much.  Second I had to write another article for next week and it was complete and utter crap.  The only idea I had was the humorous idea that I celebrate the day after Valentine's Day because all the candy is half price.  Try milking 750 words out of something like that and sound even remotely intelligent.  In my defense, I used up all my passion on the Statesman-letter writing goonies, so there wasn't much left for anything else.  Writing columns is fun, but only when there's something you reeeeeally want to write about.  Third, the wireless in this apartment complex is being a whore and I can't do much on the internet which sucks because I finally got a MySpace account and I can't play with it!!!!  There is much hate, Master Yoda.

Okay, you know you're pathetic when you have a full day of no school and no work and you spend it playing Snood.  Alone. In the living room.  Watching the weed-smoking "Imagine" and Susan Sarandon Olympic Opening Ceremonies.  Warm fuzzies and hypocrisy for all!  "Duuude, man, pass dat ovah".  I can't wait until we finally get to the Real Reason for the Olympics: watching all the athletes kick one another's trash, but shaking hands after the medals are awarded and the anthems are playing.  How much more symbolic and poignant can you get?  These activist nut-jobs can learn a lot from athletes.  Brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it.


Love from,
Jenny Wildcat