Thursday, April 14, 2005

River Euphrates
I'm sure by now you've all realized that I changed my avatar. Natalie Portman rules, but Rex Banner is on another level of awesome. I love the many one-shot characters in The Simpsons, and Rex Banner is one of my favorites. I love all of the Prohibition-era slang that he uses lol. His interrogation of Barney where he busts through the window is so funny. I've kindly transcribed his mini-speech in the area below my avatar, but it's way funnier to actually hear him say it. Rex Banner rules.

Anyway, I didn't do very much today. School was school. The only thing that was different from usual is that I actually bothered to show off some knowledge in my Fiction class today. I have to present my critique on John Steinbeck's "The Chrysanthemums" on Friday, and we went over the story a bit today. Usually I don't answer questions unless prompted, but I guess that I felt that I had to speak up today, I don't know. It's a one time only thing, though!

Other than that, I went to some initiation ceremony for the Honors Society. It wasn't a real college fraternity sort of initiation, though, it was actually supposed to be a classy ceremony. So, that means I made it out of there sober and with nothing shoved up my ass! Basically I got a bunch of stuff because I'm cool. I got a nice pin, some other sort of trinket, cords to wear at graduation, and a certificate.

Unfortunately, my curse when it comes to certificates and the like seems to be ongoing. Once again my name was spelled wrong on a certificate. I think that I've now given up any hope that anyone will spell my name correctly when it actually matters. If they're not calling me 'Micheal', they're calling me 'Michael Zabala'. The worst part is that my name was spelled correctly everywhere else. I have two receipts from the Honors Society with my name spelled right, my name was right in the program, it's correct on the website, etc. It's just on the certificate that it's spelled wrong.

I'm cursed with what is probably the lamest curse in the history of the world. I couldn't even get one of those cool curses where you morph into a hideous creature at certain times of the year. Nope, people just spell my name wrong! It's a laugh and a half, let me tell you. Oh well, it's so routine now that I just laugh it off and sink into apathy. Not caring is fun.

The second worst thing about this whole thing is that I had to dress up for it. I don't really care for dressing up, because it's a huge hassle, and I look like a dork when I'm all dressed up, anyway. Plus, I'm really obsessive-compulsive in that I get extremely annoyed by little things that wouldn't bother anyone else on the planet, so I'm walking around silently cursing the tie that's choking me, the shirt cuffs that are itching my hands, and the dress shoes jutting into my foot because they suck. Man, I can't imagine what I'd be like if I were a girl and wearing high heels. I'd probably be the most hateful, vindictive person in history.

I'd like to meet whoever coined the phrase "It's better to look good than to feel good" and tell him to go fuck himself. What a jackass. Looking good must be fun after you get used to the bajillion things that you need to do to put on nice looking clothes. They all have like a million different buttons, zippers, and clasps on them. It makes everything needlessly complex. I guess that I just like being lazy, but I prefer to deal with clothes that don't make it seem like I need to memorize an abstract code to put them on and to remove them.

All in all, though, I suppose that the cerimony was okay. It's nice to recognize all of the members, there was free food there, etc. See, free food is all you need for me to endorse you. I can hate everything else about a place, but if they have free food they're okay with me. Even if the food sucks it's still free, right? Anything that is free can't be that bad. I think that's just the cheap ass in me talking, though. Free stuff is very nice.

That's about it from me. Before I leave, I'll point out one thing: I think that my guestbook attracts really bizarre people. The last few entries have been sort of out there. It's a nice source of humor, at the very least. I think I have a newfound love for responding to guestbook entires and odd PMs, too. I never understand why people hate them so much, unless they get a significantly higher amount of them than I do. I think that they're funny; I wish I had more weirdoes signing my guestbook and PMing me.
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