Sunday, October 24, 2004

a post about the futility of posts

I could whine some more about teachers and their general spirit of unfairness this semester, but who wants to hear that again (unless impressions are included)?

I could rhapsodize about how much I'm enjoying first person shooter games this semester, for obvious reasons, but who wants to hear about that (psst: 7 levels finished in four hours)?

I could go on about things that piss me off recently such as the goddamn receptionist who kicks everyone waiting for their cars out into the scorching heat to dehydrate to their deaths, but who cares about that but the subject of the scorching?

I could also go on about how I think I may just flunk two subject I have to clear this semester to keep my extended stay here from become even more extended, but then we all know I pull through in the end.

I could also go on about people who seem to have an allergic reaction to traveling by bus, even if it is an ultra clean and air conditioned bus like the Green Bus, but what would that accomplish?

I could also compose a near-murderous rant about people who come up to me and insist that I must fast, but I would rather use them as videogame playing fuel.

I could throw in a belated birthday post to a certain paala paala bacha but there's no point since I'm not all free-flowing with the sappy-happy right now, as I would have liked to be.

I could also spread my newfound wisdom on how absolutely everyone in the media field is either eccentric or nuts, but that would just be stating the obvious.

I could put an end to my reader' misery (yes, I do care about all four of you) by shutting up now. And I will. Thanks for listening to the rants, y'all! (Texan style!)

Misha at Sunday, October 24, 2004

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