My Name Is John Constantine?...

I went and saw Constantine this weekend. It was collosal. Collosally dissapointing. The coolest part of the movie was shown on Leno. Their is this scary fucking demon thing inside this little girl. Instead of compulsively reciting “The Power of Christ Compels you” or Defaulting to Arimaic, he tells the demon “My Name Is John Constantine”. Shit. If I saw this thing coming out of this girls stomach,...

Why is it so Hard?...

I think education is fucking retarded. Yeah that’s right, I said it. Why does there need to be a mystery? Teach the class. Infrom the class that there will be a test. Tell the class what will be on the test. “This is what you need to know to pass this test” Give the test. Carry on. WHY DOES THERE HAVE TO BE SO MUCH FUCKING AMBIGUITY? IF I WANTED MYSTERY, I’D DATE A QUIET CHICK. For fuck sakes. I’m...

“FUCK DAMN MOTHER SHITTER”...

Last night, a huge dissapointment. Apparently, if you aren’t twenty one in Tempe, you’re not worth the time of day. I expected to cruise over to Mill Ave last night and find at least SOME of the school’s population intoxicated, walking around, and having a good time. Not so! I saw nearly no girls in attendance. Their were some really sketchy guys, but that’s secondary. Every single bar was packed....

America, Fuck Yeah....

Anticipation. From the school paper today, ” Kevin Moody, a secondary education junior, said he spent Mardi Gras on Mill Avenue last year and had a “pretty crazy time.” ” Is it wrong I have every intention to make him look like an amateur? Joshua Ziering

The High Side Of Low Expectations...

Today, is Fat Tuesday. I’m not really sure what this entails, but tomorrow seems to be Ash Wednesday. I know this means that Catholics put ash on their foreheads for a day. I’m not sure where Mardi Gras falls into this picture, but for the past couple of days people here have been accumulating beads and alchohol. It didn’t really dawn on me why this was going on. We live in Arizona. I mean … wtf....

Half Pint...

I spent the day with my Dad. Showed him my old pad, my new digs, and my planes. It was great. We went to dinner at Los Olivos or something. It was reallllyyyy good. Clearly the best part of the night. Especially since afterwards. I got shaving creamed because I fell asleep with the door open. That was bad. This picture was taken as I was waking up and realizing I was just thoroughly pranked. Then, I decide to go clean...

Reflection...

I thought some more about why I hate college. I still hate it for all of the reasons listed in the previous post, but I thought up some other stuff that makes sense. I am ill prepared for real life. I can’t focus. I don’t ever finish anything I start. And I have no organization skills, so I keep getting blindsided by stuff. I tried keeping this little tiny notebook with a todo list in it with me, but I keep...

Newsflash...

I think I hate college. I don’t know what I am doing here. I’m clearly out of place. I’m just not cut out for this. It wreaks of the same grade mongering, group working, covert cheating, dishonest, lying, screwing the other guy bullshit of high school. Not to mention everyone is stupid. Nobody wants to talk about anything deeper than Sportscenter, and can’t get past the simple stereotypes of popularity....

The Double Standard of “Hip Hop”...

White people piss me off. In a serious fucking way. They just don’t get pissed. I was just listening to my roomates music, and one song starts “Em (Referring to notorious white rapper Eminem), You know you my favorite white boy right?” That’s fucked up. If I started my rock song with “Fiddy, You know you my favorite black guy right?” I’d be tupac’ed. I’d be biggie’ed....