The art of being drunk totally revolves around the ability to do idiot drunken stuff while claiming you have total control over it, when in reality you most likely don’t. Ask me more about that later…
by krisis
i’m afraid that bush might win. my mother is afraid. she told me that i had to vote, because she was afraid. of course, i had been planning to vote anyway, and for gore, of course. my sentiments on ralph nader are represented rather clearly by ms. ani difranco, who i was initially prepared to disagree with. nader might seem attractive at first, but please consider what’s at stake before you give him your vote. yes, we want change. yes, the democrats and the republicans are growing too hard to tell apart. please just vote for what you want to happen, and not for what you wish could happen. Please.
It looks as though i’ll be carrying a large balloon in the Philadelphia Thanksgiving-Day parade along with other members of my music fraternity Pi Nu Epsilon. I hope i get something cool, like SpiderMan…
wow, am i self-centered much?
I also nearly told off the editor of the triangle after he made a disparaging comment about my “epic length reviews.” I thought better of the telling off (but not before making a few choice comments about their typical reviews), mostly because the man is a simp. I don’t mean to be too full of myself, but i’m a Journalism major with a minor in Music. I am qualified to write CD reviews, at the very least. He edits an irreverantly whiney school newspaper. He is qualified to kiss my ass. End of story. Anyhow, i figured it makes no sense for me to bitch and moan about the bastard, because i already know tons of people are reading my articles, and that they want me to be a news-writer. Bitching will be saved for my hostile takeover later this year :P,