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[ rakaur on Sun Dec 12 at 09:23 AM // category: life ]
Today I tell you of a person that I know that I hate.
She’s one of those people that lived in a small town her entire life, and when she moved away to a slightly bigger town for college she was suddenly enlightened with all worldly knowledge, which I guess just comes with being an English major. I’m going to go through parts of things she said to me and come up with really witty responses so keep reading!
In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.
— NeitzcheThought that was an interesting quote.
Maybe if you’re a psychopathic idiot that thinks that “interesting” people are those that do nothing but rebel against God, then yes I suppose so.
Or if I just happen to find some of his ideas intriguing and evident in certain time periods of literature.
I could just be an enlightened college geek.
No, no you’re not. What you are is a condescending bitch. At this point I made a comment regarding the fact that she’s an English major.
Comparative World Literature.
Not the same thing, but lots of writing, etc.
More intense than English.
Go look it up online.
But I’d rather shove shards of glass down my urethra. At this point I made a comment regarding the fact that I find English intensely boring.
Ahhh… which is why, with your exciting, thriving life, you’re out and about in the wonderful town of Wood River with your closest companions ;-)
Treated yo ass.
Let’s just go ahead and disregard that last sentence since it’s not actually English in any convulted way.
And so yes, you’ve moved on from a small town to go to college in… a slightly bigger town. Congratulations. You must feel accomplished. Just because you’re in college instead of high school and you get smashed all the time doesn’t make you worthy of sitting on a UN chair. I’m sure whoring yourself around doesn’t help either.
I guess a year ago when you lived in Wood River you didn’t do the exact same things.
Okay let me explain this… with Comp World Lit, I pick two specialized fields, and I have to be bilingual—for a higher degree, I have to know more languages.
I didn’t ask; I don’t care. In fact, no one cares. No one cares about your broken Spanish that would make even Mexicans want to claw their eardrums out with toothpicks.
You don’t care, yet you write to me… awe, your self-pity is astounding!
Yeah, I guess since you’re the one that always messages me about what a whore or how sloshed you are makes me have pity upon myself. That makes perfect sense… if you’re an English major.
I said:
No, actually, I took you off my list a long time ago because I don’t care to listen to your pontificating “holy shit I’m such a winner because I’m in college” bullshit.
Back to her:
And you’re nothing more than en egotistical, bitter guy trapped in his own vindictive, self-destructive cycle.
Yeah, that sounds about right. Let’s see you admit your faults while you’re sober. At least I don’t pretend to be someone I’m not just to impress a bunch of whores in college. And at least I don’t result to personal insults, you slut.
Ahhh poor kid.
You’ll never know what life is. :)
I guess if I had a free ride through college and since I’d be an English (my bad, Comparative World Literature) major my only responsibilities would be to not get too smashed to wake up for English classes all day and to not whore myself out enough to get HIV I’d suddenly be able to tell everyone about life in about the most pretentious manner possible. Oh man, what a stupid bitch.
I don’t drink a lot?
I just did one shot tonight?
I’m sorry, where those interrogative sentences? I can see question marks but you know I’ve searched both of them and I’ll be damned if I can make one bit of sense out of either. Maybe it’s some English major secret code. Maybe she’s just trying to reassure herself that doing one shot and six guys is okay.
Some people.
-- rakaur // 2004.12.12 @ 09:23 AM
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