most of us only care about money-making
two survivors of america's most finely tuned, whip-em-into-shape program will be staying at my house this weekend. and i have none other than a fellow keeper of my name to thank for this. thanks to her, i get to watch two Marines walk around my apartment without their shirts on (or at least they won't be on after i get to them) for a few wonderfully great hours (or days? hmmm).
i can practically orgasm just thinking about those bodies. mmmm. men in uniform. nothin like those slightly more brainwashed versions of the average american boy.
which brings me to my next point. also like my fellow nameee, i have become disgusted with humanity. but not because i lost my wallet (mostly because it's impossible to lose that sucker- large and ugly, like a pink, barnacle covered whale that has ingested too many membership cards, identification cards, methods of payment, and the like), because i am starting to become aware of the world. and what i have done to it. it's sick. it's horrible. and i'm refering to more than just the lagoon.
i hate to resort to quoting will-be one-hit wonders, but seriously, where is the love? not the love for humanity (i could care less about humanity, stupidity increases in large numbers, which is why i will never live with 5 girls again), but the love for our world? i have spent the last three hours reading about an ecosystem that i have grown up in, and yet know nothing about. this is tragic. mostly because my father would usually make sure that my five siblings and myself were well aware of what the consequences of driving a car, or even killing a spider, could be. i have to admit, i don't really care that much about spiders, but if Father's six pet Daddy Long-Legs can attest to anything, you gotta have some sort of appreciation for them. i'll admit that my only appreciation is that i never had to kill a fly in my house, and i didn't like writing 500-word essays about the role spiders play in the delicate balance that is nature every time i sucked one up with the vacuum tubey-attachment (exaggeration? what do you think), but it's something.
now, a mere three hours after i cracked my hefty biology book, and spent at least half of that time sitting on my porch watching the stupidity of all IV-inhabitants and having a few insightful conversations with the neighborly folk, i have to say i really am disappointed in my state. my country... i would say my species, but that's far too deep for me (i mean, i live in California, who cares about the whole human race...ahem).
it's tiring. the more aware you are of the problems, the more you feel like you (and everyone else) should be doing something to stop them. but what can i do?
*enter possible career here*
i can practically orgasm just thinking about those bodies. mmmm. men in uniform. nothin like those slightly more brainwashed versions of the average american boy.
which brings me to my next point. also like my fellow nameee, i have become disgusted with humanity. but not because i lost my wallet (mostly because it's impossible to lose that sucker- large and ugly, like a pink, barnacle covered whale that has ingested too many membership cards, identification cards, methods of payment, and the like), because i am starting to become aware of the world. and what i have done to it. it's sick. it's horrible. and i'm refering to more than just the lagoon.
i hate to resort to quoting will-be one-hit wonders, but seriously, where is the love? not the love for humanity (i could care less about humanity, stupidity increases in large numbers, which is why i will never live with 5 girls again), but the love for our world? i have spent the last three hours reading about an ecosystem that i have grown up in, and yet know nothing about. this is tragic. mostly because my father would usually make sure that my five siblings and myself were well aware of what the consequences of driving a car, or even killing a spider, could be. i have to admit, i don't really care that much about spiders, but if Father's six pet Daddy Long-Legs can attest to anything, you gotta have some sort of appreciation for them. i'll admit that my only appreciation is that i never had to kill a fly in my house, and i didn't like writing 500-word essays about the role spiders play in the delicate balance that is nature every time i sucked one up with the vacuum tubey-attachment (exaggeration? what do you think), but it's something.
now, a mere three hours after i cracked my hefty biology book, and spent at least half of that time sitting on my porch watching the stupidity of all IV-inhabitants and having a few insightful conversations with the neighborly folk, i have to say i really am disappointed in my state. my country... i would say my species, but that's far too deep for me (i mean, i live in California, who cares about the whole human race...ahem).
it's tiring. the more aware you are of the problems, the more you feel like you (and everyone else) should be doing something to stop them. but what can i do?
*enter possible career here*
posted by The Smart Pineapple at 14:59
2 Comments:
oh, my dear, are YOU in for a treat.
two? TWO? bah. i told matt he could bring four.
FOUR
my heart has stopped. thank god it's thursday.
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