previously because sometimes i wanna cut the anarchist bullpoop and post song lyrics and funny but mostly annoying observeations. also post political propaganda at: [redacted]
now my creative writing blog. hi mr. coppadge.
but his point was that was what he did. but that is pretentious shit, don’t you think? sorry am i cursing too much? like people wrap their heads around this too much. like what do i do? spend way too much time on the internet, occasionally write some stuff, and hang out with friends, sometimes in the street while yelling. but ugh. i dunno.
the big DC question is “what do you do? what do you do? what do you DO?” and its a horrible question because the real question is “how much money do you make?” met someone recently who said (in re to the question): “well i’m a graphic designer, but i just tell people i smoke weed and ride bikes.” (DON’T WORRY, mr. coppadge, i hardly knew the dude. that’s not stuff i would ever do! my bike is broken.)
and it is like, ugh. it would be one thing if these questions would end after i finally gtfo and went to college. but i’m taking a year off. so the questions gonna be like “what are you doing after this year.” then when i finally get to college “what are you studying?” then when i finally get out “when are you going to stop waiting tables?” NEVER YOU ASSHOLE, WHAT DO YOU THINK STARVING WRITERS DO, WORK FOR INSURANCE COMPANIES?
can we talk about how awful the question about colleges is. like it is literally THE WORST. no exaggeration. every fucking question is, “where are you thinking about going to college? what do you want to study?” all right I DON’T FUCKING KNOW OK. the colleges i picked are whatever. they are just these things. what i want to study is going to change. right now i’m thinking about “anthropology, sociology, or philosophy.” right now, i’m really interested in how people organize themselves in social movements. but i also like physics and math. like whatever. i just want to study something that i’ll have a lot of fun with and will make me thoroughly unemployable. is that so bad? probably. WHATEVER.
so my grandmother died early early sunday morning. and i suppose it isn’t exactly a secret, but i haven’t exactly been blogging about it (now i have… hehehehe). it is just this thing, you know? like, she was old and i knew it was coming for a year now. grandmothers are supposed to die. but i’m sick and i’ve been watching a lot of netflix today and i realized i was now using my dead grandmother’s netflix.
i also changed my theme! did you notice? i didn’t do it on purpose… i was testing something out and i accidentally change it. and the theme i changed it to was impossible to read. so i changed it again. but this one may be easier for you to read? i dunno.
it is now the second week in january. i now need 8 posts. i only had 6. do i need 8 posts? how are you counting january… do we need to post during midterms?
i’m getting a tattoo that says 14705.
#yearbookjokes
can you figure this one out mr. coppadge? cause i’m already typing going to make this four sentences. it is so i can get a credit. because, why not? right. this is more than four sentences. CREDIT, YES.
on that note, i also don’t type all lowercase to be like e.e. cummings. i do it to annoy you. so you regret making this blog. not that i want to annoy you because i like you. but this blog is a silly idea. stop trying to be so cool. you already are - but when you try you are less so. sorry. #harshtruthes #lol #yolo #POOP.
do you notice how i keep my sentences short? it isn’t because i’m trying to be ernest hemingway or something. no, i mostly do it because i want to make things into four sentences. so i can get credit for my blog.
