Le Matin

it is about to be a
ridiculous
extravangant
and overall
excessive
DAY.

with help from
brian clarkston
a top hat and
some fuckin accessories

Things.

Tea shades tweaking out

orange jello- intangible

accessories!

Obama Drama.

Setting
Barak Obama Rally, Downtown Grand Rapids

Exhibit A: Gas Station Knockoff Ray-Ban Sunglasses. Scarf. Olive Green Army Surplus Jacket, Ripped, Red Thread Mending.

Exhibit B: Woodland Mall Knockoff Ray-Ban Sunglasses. Silver Buttons-Up The Front White/Red Stars V-Neck Tee. Blue, White, Red Striped Pants. Four More Years Stapled On His Back.

Exhibit C: White Fifties-Style Sunglasses. Scarf. Vintage Gray, Purple, Brown, and Cerulean V-Neck Baggy Sweater. Fur-Hooded Faded Chocolate Brown Jacket. Mocs With Socks.

Exhibit D: No Sunglasses: He Does Not Own Any. Waist-Length Wavy Strawberry Blond Hair. Tie Dye Bandana. Caramel Leather Jacket.

Exhibit E: All In Tan And Desert Sandstorm. Waffle Shirt. Khakis.


A: "You want I should wipe da dead bugs off da windshield?" "We want Barak!"
B: "I'm Uncle Sam's illegitimate son," "Who's Obama?" "Want a cig for when Obama comes out?" (Directed toward a local contender for Judge)
C: "Chin up little Conor," "I saw Barak!"
D: Constant motion.
E: Driver. "Bitch!" "Well, thank you very much!"


Onlookers:

"You two are the Blues Brothers."
"Would you be willing to do a phone interview?"
"Can I bum a cigarette? This is the only time I will ask, don't worry."
"Hey it's, a Hipster bunch!"
"No, dude, no."
"Can I take your picture?"
"This is the Smoker's For Obama section."
"OH-BAM-AH! OH-BAM-AH!"

Bad Choices, Pt. 1

The Dreaded Sickness+Absolutely No Sleep Whatsoever+Copious Cigarette Smoke Intake+Torturously Horrid Cafeteria Fare+Sharing a Bed with Someone Sicker than You+Mocking Barack+Full Day of Class+Working a Job You Hate+Test Make-Up for a Class You Barely/Rarely Understand=

Dying, Dead, Death.

AMC 130, 4 AM, Tuesday Night. Thoughts.

This is what I've learned-- given a lull in conversation, or an awkward moment, or any discomfort whatsoever, most people will embrace the opportunity to talk shit. At least this shit reminds me of who my real friends are and why they mean so much to me. I still am overcome with frustration knowing that NOT ONE of my friends from home would call me first about this business. NOPE. Only Amber. One more reason to value and appreciate her as a genuinely good person.

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rock me mama like a wagon wheel rock me mama any way you feel
ay...yadda yadda
rock me mama like the wind and the rain rock me mama like a southbound train
ay...yadda yadda

I am now the manager of the most epic band to form on Aquinas soil.

Name: Bam Bench and the AfterLaughter
Upcoming Album: Rape in Wilcox Park

Band Members

Drums, Vocals: Casual Charles
Guitar, Harmonica, Vocals: Big Smokin' Baby Jolie
Rocks, Cowbell, Vocals: The Original Carrie Veldman, Me

Specialties: 80's hair metal covers, cover of The Offspring's "Self Esteem."

WHAT UP, WHAT UP!!
AMC 130.

It's Alright, It's OK!

Once again my honesty gets me into trouble.
Apparently,
though I've only been here for five weeks,
I've been informed that there are people on this campus that hate me.
Wow.
Excellent.
What did I do? I am not a mean person, not an asshole. I actually am quite kind, even to people I somewhat dislike. I make an effort to be.
The way my friend Josh explains it, I am too blatant.
I say what is on my mind.
True.
But I do make an honest effort to be subtle, to talk about the right things with the right people.

Apparently I have some developing to do in the people skills area.

Or not.

I'd rather be in the company of people who appreciate me for who I am.

Yes.

And these people do exist.
I've already met them.
And they are the only people I need.

Honestly, I would rather not have people hate me.
But in the words of Kurt Cobain: "I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not."

Yes.