the daily dub

Wow. Great writing over here. Check it out.

I didn’t realize just how hippie I was until this morning, I was heading to ASP baton training, and was advised to wear tennis shoes. I looked all over, and finally realized the awesome truth:

I don’t own tennis shoes, only flip-flops and hiking boots.

Yay, hippies!

In other news, I totally agree with Linz’ post about consumerism:
“I have been, like so many others in this society, sucked into consumerism. Consumerism kills spirit, soul and human connection. It brainwashes us into believing in a false reality where we will always be buying and having and always left unsatisfied and looking for more.”

I only wish I was talented enough to write a cool song about it.

I failed the WPE. First time I’ve failed something in college, high school, or grade school. hits and hits hard, eh?

I remember now why I hated jocks in High School; they always confusing friendliness with jeers — cutting everyone else lower than they are. It seems that they all think that they are god’s gift to everyone. I have a sneaking suspicion…

It seems that most — not every, thats for sure — jocks rub me the wrong way, and give me a bad case of the “jock itch,” as i call it. The feeling you get when hanging out with them: “God, when in the fuck is he going to shut up and go away…” It compares to that grating nails-on-chalkboard feeling.

Boredom, in such a rare and pure form, does not exist anywhere as wholly as it exists at the Cuesta College Police Department, the night of the Super Bowl.

My daily log today is about 3 lines: on-duty, check briefing board, off-duty. Obviously, I did not log the unbelievable amount of studying and fucking around I got done — not to mention paid for.

cue evil laugh: MuhHUHUHAGHAAAAAA!!