Sunday, April 26, 2009


I just slept for 17 hours. In my clothes. On top of a pile of clean laundry.
I have a midterm this coming week that I haven't even finished half of the readings for.
Good for me. I'm glad I know how to spend my time between work and school well. FML.

Friday, April 24, 2009


Have all of you millions and billions of readers out there heard of this new craze called, "FML", or, "Fuck My Life"?
It's really great. The essential purpose of the entire idea is to allow a person the opportunity to feel really sorry for themselves on the internet (we already have LJ people), with the logical analysis being, "fuck my life". A justified closing thought.
Let me provide you with an example, specifically, the last entry posted on
"Today, I woke up to go to school. I was unbelieveably tired, but I gathered the courage to go take my shower. I then proceeded to take a long shower, clean up my room, get dressed, and eat breakfast. Going back to my room, I looked at the clock, which read 3:22AM. FML."
Okay, so I'm going to take this as a pretty typical entry on the fmylife webiste.
Let's start with a critical analysis: 1) Never thought to check your clock? Is that really a result of external events or were you really so brainless that it never occurred to you that throughout the entire procession of events you had apparently undertook the sun never even seemed to glimmer at the edge of the horizon?.. Is your class at 4 in the morning? Did you wake up and really just.. not check the clock? 2) does this traumatic life event really deserve a "fuck my life" conclusion? If so, I'm surprised you're still alive.
But really, this isn't about that one post, that post is just an archetype of our generation. A really pathetic, technology dependent, mentally stunted, unambitious, egocentric generation.
And that's not to imply that I don't carry a number of those traits in myself being, sadly enough, of this generation.
Anyway, "FML" has gotten incredibly popular in a very short period of time, it's like Myspace2 from what I can tell. There are T-shirts of which I've seen and wanted to slap people and shake them into sense. And there are already copycat sites used for the same reasons.
I'd really prefer a "FYou" website where I could make an entry directed toward "Fmylife".
This is one of the most poorly directed entries that could have ever been constructed, but whatever, fuck my life ::takes out father's shotgun and blasts head into hundreds of bloody chunks which splatter across the bedroom window that is witnessed by a child who proceeds to write the only legitimate "Fmylife" ever written::.


Friday, April 3, 2009

this is why.

I just spent the past couple of hours (cough) watching Ren & Stimpy episodes off the internet and it really makes a lot of sense. I mean, not the show, but in relation to the existence of CslashE.
I think Courtney and I had always admitted to this, but having watched Ren & Stimpy once again only reaffirmed how heavily it influenced us and how likely it related to why we were somewhat, shall I say.. ostracized in middle school?
I remember every single day during both recess and lunch Courtney and I would rush to leave the immediate campus and go to the furthest corner of the baseball field to draw cartoons of various classmates exploding only to find ourselves suffocating with laughter in that sad little corner of ours. Evvverrryy sinnngggllleee dayyy for at least all of 7th and 8th grade with some continuation over the summer before high school. I remember for a brief period in 9th grade attemping to continue with our numerous comic books dipicting ourselves as dogs, skunks, whatever be it and our classmates as trees, burgers, dinosaurs et cetera.
I think sadly we had to finally succumb to the fact that continuing our comics would lead toward a kind of social exile no one could wish upon themselves in high school.
Anyway, I love our past because we were complete losers, but at least we were imaginative losers, right? Regardless, I would like to thank Ren & Stimpy for making us the socially retarded individuals we are today ^_^.