And I said to God "Why Me?" and God said to me "Why Not?"

 
 
Music: Existentialism On Prom Night -Straylight Run 
 
O ME! O life!  
Of the questions of these recurring,  
Of the endless trains of the faithless,  
Of cities fill'd with the foolish,  
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I,  
and who more faithless?)  
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the  
struggle ever renew'd,  
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see  
around me,  
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me  
intertwined,  
The question, O me! so sad, recurring-What good amid these,  
O me, O life?  
 
The Answer, that you are here. 
That life exists and identity,  
That the powerful play goes on,  
And you may contribute a verse.  
What will be your verse?

Apr 2005

Wow.....

I have now decided that on average, men are the dumbest species (I have decided we are a seperate species from women as well) on the planet. Last night a certain guy, called his girlfirend on her cell phone after we had all taken the taxi to his house to say 'I have a concusion, and I'm going to the hospitol'. Now his girlfriend, who was slightly inebriated had enough sense to call his house and from his sister, we found out that he was actually at his friends house down the road. Now, if we just do some simple math we find that:

couple+drunkenness = increased chance of getting laid vs. guys + no booze = no chance of getting laid.

clearly option one is the better option, especially considering the fallout after your girlfriend finds out that you a) lied to her and b) don't want to spend time wither and c)are to dumb to get laid. Then this genius has the nerve to call her, say and he's back from the hospitol. When asked how he came across this concussion, he said he was punched (at a family dinner, which is where he was located -according to a previous lie-) but then changed it to 'i tripped and fell out of the shower and cracked my skull' (I didn't know they had showers in restaurants). But don't worry, his skull is fine now, and you can't see the crack (not even a bump)! Bravo *claps* if your intent was completly piss off about the hottest girl I know, then you have succeded. Other wise, what a moron. At least have the common courtesy to think of a better lie, or hey! Here's an interesting idea TELL THE TRUTH!!!!! This guy manages to become involved in a realtionship with the coolest, hottest girl i know, and he screws it up. And me, I couldn't get a date if the universe was going to 'poof' out of existance unless I got a date.

"He's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. He doesn't know what a woman is. He wants you as a possession, something to look at, like a painting or an ivory box. Something to own and to display. He doesn't want you to be real, and to think and to live. He doesn't love you." - George Emerson 'Room With A View'

140770 | angryguitarfreak | 20:40 | 3 comments