“…yelling something about how you hate...

News Years Eve 2006. Another one for the history, record, and probably a couple other other kinds of books. I heard about a party early in the evening close to my house at my friend Jenny’s house. It was a little weird because I hadn’t seen her in a couple years, and I never remembered her as the type to ever throw a party in high school. Nevertheless, my friend Harry came over and we decided what the hell,...

Blue Jello...

The days are all starting to slide together now. It’s remarkable, how sleeping is by no means any way to mediate a life, but somehow I find myself repeatedly meddled by it. I slept for 18 consecuetive hours the other day, but only 6 during this last day. I find myself arriving in strange places at strange times. The other night I woke up on the couch, with very little idea about how I fell asleep with my legs hanging...

Joshua Ziering

Say it Isn’t Earl....

http://www.axcessnews.com/national_041705.shtml DMX arrested again. My R/C Helicopter idol, once again incarcerated for stupid automotive stuff. I shed small tear when I read that. Small. Josh

I’m Rick James Bitch!...

I caught this today on page 6 of the New York Post. ” April 3, 2005 — A HATTIESBURG, Miss., policewoman and her husband found out the hard way how popular Dave Chappelle’s Comedy Central show is – especially his catch phrase, “I’m Rick James, bitch!” Diane James’ husband, Rick James, is running for Hattiesburg City Council. She wrote to Comedy Central: “Due to the...

Haunted....

Got up extra early today to go take a communications test today. On the way to school I like to listen to Stern, it entertains my feeble morning self. Turns out my estranged Aunt was on Stern today, and was convinced to take off her shirt. They kept talking about it, and talking about it. Really ruined the show for me. On another note, I was listening to the radio on the way home also, and managed to hear Usher’s...

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