C'est La Vie

Well Philosophy was a total slug fest today. I handed back that guys paper (last post) and he stared yelling at me in a language that I am not familiar with, I may have been some further bastardized version of Ebonics (which is really saying something). My teacher broke in before I got my ass kicked, the most likely ending to all confrontations I engage in. I only gave the guy a C which was way more than he deserved, my conscience would not allow anymore. I guess he was really shooting for the B thought, because he kept glancing at me and muttering something under he’s breath. It was either “B” or “bitch.” I’m not a racist (I think it was to do with class position not skin color) but this guy was “straight up tripin’” if he thought his “black ass” deserved a B. These are quotes that he was using against me, though why he said “black ass” in regards to me and my posterior is a total mystery, maybe its like when bad means cool, and phat means pretty. I never know anymore. I could totally launch into a diatribe on slang and colloquial usage right now but I think I’ll save that for another day as the real world beckons and nobody really cares about my language theories (which are Chomsky’s anyway).

Listening to Scared of Girls by Placebo (oddly appropriate lately)
And Cake by Fire Party

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Another day another post. This is sort of getting addictive. Anyway, not very much to say since my last post. Today is just work. Its been quiet the past week or so here. Everyone seems to have retired to their corners after the corporate politics got a little Machiavellian a while ago. I have been getting more and more to do everyday which either means that they really like the way I work or they think that they can get way with paying shit (for what I’m doing) and piling on the work at the same time. I figure as long as they keep making me do these long projects they cant really fire me half way though. Tonight should be good though. Going out with Harry, which I ended up not doing last night (I’m such a crappy friend) cause I forgot. Then it’s a few hours of sleep before turning in my half assed paper for history and a critique of this person’s paper in Philosophy. That is what I really wanted to talk about. I got this…well its hard to call it a paper because that would demean all the other papers that have ever been written. I try not to be too judgmental, a guy’s grade does depend on this but he didn’t even use punctuation. That and the thesis of the paper seems to be that Socrates is dumb. Here is a choice quote “if I could talk to Socrates I would tell him he was not smart because he never makes any sense any of the time”…my generation will destroy the world as we know it! I even fixed his spelling mistakes.

Listening to Brutal Enigma by Party of Helicopters
and Your Not Safe With Us by Irradio

The Devil's Dance Floor or Till We Earned A Holiday: My Half Rocky and Bullwinkel and Half Song Title Post

This weekend was a lot of fun. Went to St. Mary’s on Friday after school to see the clique. It was a total blast, though World Carnival didn’t even begin to fit into it. That was originally the whole reason for going down. Anyway I got to see Carrey again, had a few with him and his girlfriend Clair. Then it was back to the Suites to, say the kids say, party hardy. Ended up talking music with Mike and Shah, then threatening Shah if he ever bad mouthed Ireland again. He started to think I was really angry at him, then Mike reminded him that I was a sing that he was a real friend…Never realized that fact about myself, but its true when I rant on someone it generally means that I do like them. I wouldn’t bother otherwise. This is true about ninety percent of the time anyway, some people just really bug the fuck out of me. Left SMC the next day where my new hobby awaited…Packing! Yay! Nando’s house that night for your run of the mill merrryment then up early to do…not much…watch TV and not do some thing I should have been doing. Today was school work and coffee with Harry. This weekend I’m really looking forward to though. Ladytron at the 9:30 club on Friday then Shah’s American party on Saturday, I think I’m going to wear traditional Bengali garb just to throw him off. Boring week otherwise moving stuff and the like…four days till Friday (which is a little sad)

Listening to Burning In The Bed On Fire by The Aeffect
And DNA Timebomb by Clikatat Ikatowi

Method: Fail Repeat...

Has anyone ever wondered what the modern corporate scene would be like if we were still living in the “Age of Chivalry.” Not the “Uhh…Chivalry is so dead” Age; the knights and jousting and honor, but most of all the duels…Well I did today because I cannot concentrate on anything today. I came to the conclusion that I would be totally awesome. This is how my day would have played out if my company was thrust into the middle of the Middle Ages:
“I awoke in the pre-dawn light. The larks only beginning to sing as I rode out of my cottage to the great Keep of my liege Lord. I ran across a crowd gathering around the drawbridge and was hence late to attend my Lord. I am his squire. and he, Lord of Construction. He is a king and goodly man of many years, but fair and just. He rules the land of construction well and with honor, I only wish I could say the same about his knights. Sir Steven the Slow is all but hopeless and Ser Joe the Grouch never gives a kind word to anyone. His maids however are worth their weight in gold. Jackie the Fair may as well be the true lord however she is rather messy. The Lady Sheryl is kind and a fine woman. Today was a great battle however and the peace of all the kingdoms was at stake. At the Kings weekly conclave of lords My Lord and the Duchess of Architecture almost came to blows in His Graces presence. However they did not, a duel will be fought between them before long. My lord is favored to win, as he is the better swordsman. This afternoon I had to travel far to secure food for the whole Keep. That is the lot of the Squire though. Soon I will leave this Keep though and prove my honor claiming my own lands under a different King far far away. That day cant come soon enough.”

That reads normally: A very boring day where that Architecture department and Construction got into another fight at the weekly meeting with the CEO. God I cant wait to get a better job.

On another note I think I concur with Josh. Virility is tied to how exhausted a man is. In my case after two weeks of less an six hours a night (sometimes well less) I must be one of the more virile men around…I need a woman. [Snore…]

Listening to Save Your Stares For Strays by Kite-Eating Trees
And Nietzsche by The Dandy Warhols

Immersion In A 90 MPH World

The Weekend, as always, was far too short. However I did have a great one. Friday was insanity; school, work, packing, then hanging with Nando and Dr. House until dawn. Saturday was the perfect illustration of insanity that is my life. After going to bed at 7ish the previous night (if you could call it that) I woke up at noon, drove home and packed till five, filled up my car with gas and drove. I needed to get out so I just got lost and drove. I’m not sure where it was that I went but I found my way back to Bethesda and picked up Shah at Medical Center. We went to grab a bite at La Tomate. I hadn’t been there in ages and it was interesting to see the staff again, even if they didn’t recognize me. After dinner we tried to get into a billiards bar near by, but the line was long and the bouncing was intensive, or so it seemed. We had an interesting back and forth on the Metro (we thought about getting Martinis at this great French place, which was closed) but ended up back in Dupont. All hope was lost when La Tomate was closed, or so it seemed. We ducked into a book store called Kramer’s which had a bar and café…Let that sink in if you know me…books and liquor. Paradise. They had Foggy Bottom on tap which was great and Glenfiddich flowed freely. And for once I didn’t get too drunk. Some of Shah’s friends meet us there. At around one or so a limo (arranged by one of the friends) picked all of us up and drove us to our various destinations. Shah drove my car back to Centerville and I drove it back into Chevy Chase (that’s right…the highway by myself, I think I’m fine with them now) for some much needed sleep. Sunday was further packing (we put the house on the market two weekends from now…which is really very soon) then the West Wing. As always amazing…Josh and Donna (giggle). The week will be busy but hopefully next weekend will be either a party at Shah’s or an evening of board games and nerd talk. Either way it will be fun. It’s also my Dad’s Birthday tomorrow; we are going to this amazing seafood place (that looks like a bus station depot) with a pile of people. I mention this because if you talk to me Wednesday I may ask you to speak very quietly, I always try to keep up with him on his birthday.

Listening to Take The Veil Cerpin Taxt by The Mars Volta
And Hooray For Humans by Q And Not U