Here's a little quote for you from Benjamin Franklin.. I'm sure he's spinning in his grave right now..

They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.

-Letter to Josiah Quincy, Sept. 11, 1773

So, yeah, the Fourth of July is pretty much a fucking farce, as is every other holiday it seems.. I guess theres still some semblence of respect for silly ass holidays for Arbor Day, or National Coming Out day, or some shit... I wonder if our kids will even have a clue about what the holidays are really about... At least Thanksgiving doesn't bullshit yah, its all about getting fat on turkey, fixins, and pie... Word to that.

It's not so much that I hate Christmas, but it comes at a really shitty stressful time to begin with as a college student, Finals time. I get up at fucking 7:30 every morning to drag my ass to work, where I'm braindead for the first hour due to sleep deprevation, only to get a piece of shit paycheck at the end of the week. This paycheck comes no where close to being enough money to keep me alive, pay for incidentals and sundries, allow me to pay credit card bills, AND have something left over to save. Which, incidentally, means that I'm just being driven farther and farther into debt every minute, and I can't do shit about it.

So, as if the mall isn't always a shitty, soul-sucking experience, it's all that times ten when it comes to the holiday season (the holiday season, for you kids not in the know, is evidently all of the SHOPPING DAYS in between Thanksgiving and Christmas Day). Oh, God, I'm already fucked starting my shopping as late as December 7th. And I swear everyone in the mall is trying to fuck you out of every penny you have this year, because they're not doing as much business as usual, but that's a whole other digression I don't really feel like going into yet.

So, yeah, and I agree with the sentiments about gift buying.. I'm always left in a state of thinking I bought too much, or bought too little, or didn't buy the right thing, or a thousand other things that add up to me being poorer, more stressed out, and angry at the timing of the holiday, and with my school work.

I really could devote a fucking tome to my general distaste for the mall, as well. As soon as I step in that motherfucker I'm immediatly drained, emotionally, physically, you name it. People in the mall then generally come in one of 4 or 5 varieties, annoying middle-schoolers/early highschoolers, annoying old people, annoying fat people, pissed off parents scrambiling to buy shit for their brat kids, and assholes that are just at the mall to hang out. Note that the last group is actually a subset of all the other groups, but I want to seperate them out as well for emphasis. Roving packs of middleschoolers, with fucking 12 year old girls in skintight pants and belly shirts, done up in makeup and looking like theyve sucked dick for 5 years already get to me. As do fatasses shoveling food-court shitfood into their greasy mouths. Frazzled parents are entertaining to watch, but then I get pissed when I see them smack their kids, whether or not they "deserved it" or not. To be honest, the only people that I really like at the mall are the kids, who don't seem stressed out, and have no reason to be. The old people aren't that bad either, as they walk around with their deer in the headlights looks. THIS IS ME SAYING THAT I LIKE OLD PEOPLE, what a wretched place indeed the mall is if they are amoungst the cream of the crop.

Now we will move on to the second topic of the subject. You read the subject, didn't you?. It's time for my first ever, hopefully the start of many, sex critiques!

I had the liberty to sleep in Levres' room last night, as her roommate got drilled on the other side of the room by a frat boy. I figure that if I have to listen to it, and be woken up by it, that I should at least be able to get something out of it, namely this critique.

The sex seemed pretty average at best, she did a little bit of moaning, but the act seemed a little bit drawn out for this audience member. The bed shook probably for about 15 minutes during the sexual act, but the only climax was on the male side. As a matter of fact, there was a period of about 5 minutes of near silence, sans the bed banging into the wall, before "climax". She didn't have her mouth duct taped at the time or anything, from what I could hear, so I can only assume she became as disinterested as I did at that point. I think they then went to their respective bathrooms after that to clean up, or whatever.

To break it down into numbers, out of a ten point scale, her moaning and panting gets a 5, we've got -2 for his over-eager grunting, but a +3 for her asking to be spanked, the end was dissapointing, though, and she never finished, so lets tack another -2 on, but we'll throw a +1 on there for the length of the act. I guess that evens out to a 5 if I did my math right, and if I didn't, fuck you.

Oh, and just before I sign off on this, a big fuck you to my databases professor for taking 2 and a half months to return our midterms, and an even bigger fuck you to my english teacher, who's class sucks so bad that I dont go to it even when I have nothing else to do.. All fodder for another post, I guess.

Whatever, I have a shitty paper to write, and a much shittier book to read, Lick my balls you holly-jolly bastards.

JW

I don't follow all the self-rightous talk that is bantered about about downloading games, or music, or software, or whatever rather than buying it. Like there is some inherent "goodness" in paying for the things you use. I think it all comes down to personal preference.. Maybe you like to have the big fucking cardboard box and documentation with the software you get, maybe you like the case art on the dvd or cd, and that's important to you. What I don't agree with is the hard line that people take, like it actually makes a difference what I do. I see one of two possibilities happening:

1. I download and use or listen to the thing I download, and don't pay for it.
2. Don't download or use this thing, and likewise don't pay for it.

Where is the issue here? It's not as if I have enough money to actually buy the things that I Steal, and yes, I admit, it's stealing. Who cares. So, where do people get off on this self-rightous tangent about how I'm personally killing the gaming industry, movie industry, [insert your industry here] industry? I don't fucking follow, maybe someone here who takes that hard line can interject.

Anyway, so I downloaded the new busta rhymes and de la soul albums. I don't think either of them are out yet... I think the busta rhymes album is pretty good, I'm not blown away by the de la soul album. Maybe it's just because I expected a lot, and was looking forward to hearing it. I also grabbed the Outkast album, which I heard alot of in Vermont, and knew I liked to a certain degree already.

I also downloaded NBA2k2 and NFL2k2 this weekend.. I've only gotten to play NBA2k2.. which I must say looks great and plays great. It's kinda hard to play with lots of people, since each game takes 20 minutes, but I still like it.

I wish they would release super monkey ball for the dreamcast, so I could DOWNLOAD and PLAY it.

There's still a bunch of fucking albums I want and cant find.. Pink Floyd Echoes and a few others come to mind... I wish I knew what CDs everyone else had, so that I could get some copy lovin.. Then again, I bet I'd get a whole bunch of fucking crap about how copying is bad and I'm personally going to put kid rock out of business, and how horrid that would be. Please note that this is just an example, as the only reason I would download a kid rock album is if it actually contributed to kid rock being hurt in some way, financially or otherwise.

One thing that's for sure is that there is a *ton* of garbage music out there right now.. The amount of songs sampling songs that I recognize as recent songs is bothering me.

I saw pork rinds at cumerland farms just the other day in North Branford, I think.

JW

That's my take on the whole thing. Will we be able to get feedback on this, Pappy? Is that primary source still around? You are also called proper very often by your roommate. Perhaps I can quiz him the next time I run into him.

Oh, I have to take 16 credits next semester.. I am not happy. Those three fucking times I've taken calc 3, GET THIS, only counts for taking it once in terms of credits. Oh Great... So, that means 6 credits taken up by the 2 required classes I have to finish up my major.. Then I gotta take 10 more, just pissing the credits away.. What the fuck is that? There is no point... I have all my geneds done, why must I take more credits for no reason.. Fuck that. That's my shit.

About 2 years ago, I think (maybe Pappy can correct me, for some reason he will know the exact date) Pappy and I needed alarm clocks. So, we went to this shitty as dead mall in Hadley, or whatever... It's about 3 minutes away from UMass. All I wanted was a cheap, working, alarm clock. So, we come to this real piece of crap store named Rex... it's one of those stores with HIGH PRESSURE SALESPEOPLE, thank god I'm only there for an alarm clock. The thing cost $4.66 before tax, or something, so it was what I was looking for.

I've fucking hated the thing since the day I bought it. The only good thing about it is that it picks up radio stations from Hartford that I sometimes want to listen to. For some reason, the genuises at GE decided to design this alarm clock with not only a snooze button, which lets you snooze for 9 minutes (why not 10?) but a DELICIOUS "sleep" button. Heres what the sleep button does - it lets you sleep for an HOUR. What kind of motherfucker sets their alarm knowing that they will have an HOUR of sleeping time they will want to snooze through? Just fucking set the alarm for when you want to get up, or stop being such a lazy bitch and get up and re-set the alarm if you need a fucking hour more of rest.

So, anyway, the buttons on the fucking thing are identicle, and in a hazy, usually substance induced coma of a sleep, you just reach out and press one of the buttons.. Usually I'm good enough to hit the right button, which lets me sleep for 9 more minutes. I took a fucking knife to the SLEEP button, so that it's all sharp and shit, so that I wont press it, if you're wondering how I am lucky enough to hit the snooze button every time.

Well, now the alarm clock has given me its final dick fucking.. the snooze button now lets me snooze for an UNDETERMINED amount of time.. that's right, you hit it, and the fucking thing never goes off again. I'm thinking thats how it was designed, to make the alarm clock go off after a random number of seconds, and that I was just lucky for a while that those seconds happened to be 9 minutes worth.. Those GE faggots sure can design a mean piece of electronics.

So, with any luck, I will get to k-mart or walmart or some fucking mart that isnt REX and I will purchase another alarm clock.. Probably another piece of shit, but definetly not this one, and all will be well again.. I have to be in at 8:30 at my new job, which sucks enough ass on its own without having to worry about the alarm clock not going off.

FlyingTim - To quickly answer your question, I lost my sense of humor somewhere around MMMBop. And we cool, but aint nobody gonna fuck wit my bitches.

Oh, and I'm as guilty as english major bashing as the rest of you, but I think that some of them actually do work, and shit.. I don't know, FlyingTim is busy with papers and reading and shit, and I don't see him playing frisbee. I know my lit class sucks the soul out of me.. and I fucking hate every second of it. But, I do see alot of english major motherfuckers doing nothing all day.. The same goes for art history majors.. I listen to these annoying little fucks bitch about their projects and papers all the time... They make me want to KILL KILL KILL.

I missed my first class due to that fucking alarm clock, I should go before I miss my second.

Heres your second piece of news, you news hungry fags - This weekend is daylight saving time... During that hour that we get to repeat, go fuck the dog or something.. You can just claim to your drunk friends that it never happened, since you wouldnt have had enough time to do it otherwise. Work the dog over real well, I'm sure he could use it, especially after all the times you come home from work or home from a date and kick the shit out of it.

J-Ditty

We're all sniviling little bitches, we all whine, bitch, and moan.. Eat a dick for singling someone out for something all of us are guilty of.

I guess that's all I've got to say. I had a good time in DC. I never knew that there was so much ass sniffing in rugby.

Im fucking sick of that girl Calliander keeps posting. She gets increasingly unattractive every time she takes off more clothes.

QED, I win.

Which one of you guys is like that?