It has come to my attention that I have a low, perhaps almost non-existent, tolerance for loitering in respect to group projects. It’s painful enough to be forced to interact with people, but to waste my time with trivial small talk and verbose tangents?! That’s where I shut it DOWN. Don’t ramble on about shiz I don’t need to know. We’re not friends. We’re not even acquaintances. We’re simply group members, nothing more. Once this project is done, I will pretend I don’t know you. If we cross in passing, I will whip out my cell phone and check my email. Yeah, that’s how I roll. Suck it! So, why prolong a meeting for an hour when it could have been done in 20 minutes? You’re not investing your time into a future friendship. Efficiency is how I do. Get at it!
Rant ovahhhhhh!
9/20/2009
9/15/2009
Struck gold
Owing to the old woman within, I have yet to fully understand this Twitter phenomenon. Don’t get me wrong, self-indulgence and vanity are two of my favorite qualities. But the reason behind this narcissistic trend does not concern me. What troubles me—deeply, in fact—are the conversations between two Twitterers (Tweeters? Twatters? Twats? …Eh). I can’t decipher the curious, albeit inane, conversations between these egotistical, infamous freak-shows. Think about it, the only thing that separates these conceited fame hoes from professional circus freaks is a questionable white powdered line. But I digress… I don’t understand Twitter!! Just look at this tweet/twat/twit from the always humble and gracious Diddy, aka Puff Daddy, aka Sean Combs:
"RT @UncleRUSH: We are here for a short time, the ones who smile the most are the winners, be happy and smile alot"
Wise words, Diddy. But what the heck does RT mean?? Is Diddy passing some knowledge on to Uncle Rush or is it the other way around?? Ugh! Technology these days… But, thanks to a few gems Twitter is tolerable, perhaps even entertaining. John Mayer flaunts his witty humor with comments like,
"It's Fashion Week in NYC. Where are all the Talbot's models hanging out?"
I can’t hate on that! Perhaps because I grew up rockin the Talbots look, hmmmm. Best yet, Jessica Simpson showcases her brilliance with this harrowing tale about her dog:
"My heart is broken because a coyote took my precious Daisy right in front of our eyes. HORROR!"
A coyote?! What in the hell kind of Looney Tunes shiz is that? She even posted a reward, in which no doubt (!) the Roadrunner will be interested. Greedy betch!
"RT @UncleRUSH: We are here for a short time, the ones who smile the most are the winners, be happy and smile alot"
Wise words, Diddy. But what the heck does RT mean?? Is Diddy passing some knowledge on to Uncle Rush or is it the other way around?? Ugh! Technology these days… But, thanks to a few gems Twitter is tolerable, perhaps even entertaining. John Mayer flaunts his witty humor with comments like,
"It's Fashion Week in NYC. Where are all the Talbot's models hanging out?"
I can’t hate on that! Perhaps because I grew up rockin the Talbots look, hmmmm. Best yet, Jessica Simpson showcases her brilliance with this harrowing tale about her dog:
"My heart is broken because a coyote took my precious Daisy right in front of our eyes. HORROR!"
A coyote?! What in the hell kind of Looney Tunes shiz is that? She even posted a reward, in which no doubt (!) the Roadrunner will be interested. Greedy betch!
9/12/2009
HAGS
I spent the day willingly standing in the front lines of Activities Day, which turns out is the warm hued light igniting the night for the buzzing college populace. With no shelter to take, I depended on my hoodrat appearance as my only defense. Normally, I like to have more in my misanthrope arsenal when I venture into society. Yet… Bombarded by the enemy—the friendly, outgoing folk—and interrogated, I sacrificed words of superficiality and knew of no escape. Faint acquaintances lightly strolled through what was my nightmare. They approached me as a kind gesture—I did not see it as such. Forceful and hollow felt the conversations, each party desperately searching for a follow-up question to fan the conversation flames. No, I don’t care about what classes you’re taking! Oh you had a good summer, did you?? Are you sure it wasn’t just ok? No? So, it was good? Ok. So glad we clarified that. Now I can sleep at night.
Recognize this: I don’t care about dumb shiz!
Recognize this: I don’t care about dumb shiz!
9/05/2009
A castle in the sky, one mile high
“Ah New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems"
For a quick second I thought I had my future planned out, engraved in a contractually obligated stone. Rejection hit hard, as it does when it malignantly resides in your blind spot. Your pride feels tender, even raw. The sudden declination scrapes away the fragile layer of confidence and success that enveloped the core. It’s never too thick a skin when confronted with such an attack that mocks your own reflection.
Still and all, the calluses, grown out of personal triumphs, will once again nurture my ego. Life goes on. And so it goes. And so it goes.
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems"
For a quick second I thought I had my future planned out, engraved in a contractually obligated stone. Rejection hit hard, as it does when it malignantly resides in your blind spot. Your pride feels tender, even raw. The sudden declination scrapes away the fragile layer of confidence and success that enveloped the core. It’s never too thick a skin when confronted with such an attack that mocks your own reflection.
Still and all, the calluses, grown out of personal triumphs, will once again nurture my ego. Life goes on. And so it goes. And so it goes.
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