People,
In a moment of clarity, I'd like to announce that my shitty band's website is up and running. It is located at http://ministersofagony.com. Please check it out and see how stupid we are. Peace out.
Sunday, February 23, 2003
Okay, I've been busy as of late (ie, drinking, not keeping up with school, blah blah blah), so here's a bunch of shit.
The session summary with O'Conner, Betsy, Martinson, and the other two I didn't really know didn't shed any new light into my writing. Like I said, I'm a terrible English major and I don't think anything that these writers could tell me would help my ill English skills. I enjoyed listening to them talk to one another because I had class with almost all of them and enjoyed them as teachers. Betsy seemed to think to be a really good writer you need to be happy while Martinson thought being depressed was a better way to go. I agree with both of them because some of your most serious writing occurs when God (if there is a God) takes a big fat shit on your head. But I also think to write something with great clarity takes happiness. But everybody's different so different shit works for different people. I don't think either way works for me so I continue to drink heavily.
My research report is non existant because I don't know what the fuck I'm going to write about. I haven't really been thinking too much about it because I'm in Astronomy and I fucking hate that class. I devote most of my energy towards hating the fucking teacher because he can't teach shit. I hate Astronomy, Physics, and the fact Mattew Lilliard is still alive.
I failed to make it to either of the readings because I was busy sitting on my ass at Tesoro selling gas and other merchandise to stupid people. Some dumb bitch asked me how much her total was about 13 times within 30 seconds. After gaining this information 13 times, she asked if she could write her check out for more. I told her yes then she asked what the total was. I wanted to blow my brains out. Fuck stupid people.
That's all I've got right now. I haven't showered in two days so I'm gonna go scrub my balls now.
The session summary with O'Conner, Betsy, Martinson, and the other two I didn't really know didn't shed any new light into my writing. Like I said, I'm a terrible English major and I don't think anything that these writers could tell me would help my ill English skills. I enjoyed listening to them talk to one another because I had class with almost all of them and enjoyed them as teachers. Betsy seemed to think to be a really good writer you need to be happy while Martinson thought being depressed was a better way to go. I agree with both of them because some of your most serious writing occurs when God (if there is a God) takes a big fat shit on your head. But I also think to write something with great clarity takes happiness. But everybody's different so different shit works for different people. I don't think either way works for me so I continue to drink heavily.
My research report is non existant because I don't know what the fuck I'm going to write about. I haven't really been thinking too much about it because I'm in Astronomy and I fucking hate that class. I devote most of my energy towards hating the fucking teacher because he can't teach shit. I hate Astronomy, Physics, and the fact Mattew Lilliard is still alive.
I failed to make it to either of the readings because I was busy sitting on my ass at Tesoro selling gas and other merchandise to stupid people. Some dumb bitch asked me how much her total was about 13 times within 30 seconds. After gaining this information 13 times, she asked if she could write her check out for more. I told her yes then she asked what the total was. I wanted to blow my brains out. Fuck stupid people.
That's all I've got right now. I haven't showered in two days so I'm gonna go scrub my balls now.
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