Monday, August 29, 2005

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Life in the fast lane most surely will come to blows

do.do.dododo, what to talk about. There's so much on mind. Like;
Will the pharmacy graduating class of 2008 have a class song and will that song be bad medicine by Bon Jovi or maybe I want a new drug by Huey Lewis. Thats what I would recommend. Why does everyone hate Bush? Who cares if he takes a five week vacation. Its not like traveling all over the world for free(his job) is real strenuous. Plus, there are alot of people that make more money. Mullets all over the country are complaining over gas prices, "Bush and Big oil companies, blah blah". These people then proceed to watch "celebrities and their pets". Why don't these people hate other famous people as much. Don't worry about buying a 10 thousand dollar necklace for a dog, but hate a guy for trying to get back to his roots. How much money do you think it cost to make the show "Tommy Lee goes to college"? I think five bucks is too much. Give my man brody a video camera for a week and I guarantee the product will be funnier and at least real. When we were at the bars in Lincoln last year while they were filming, people all over the bars were talking about how fake it was and how many extras they were bringing in and about the people they would take off camera. But that's not all bad either. I wouldn't want my college to represent the dirt all over the nation. Its like my dad said while watching someone get shot with a b.b. outside of Britney Spears' baby shower on extra...."those people got it rough". Those people indeed. We're the people O.G. And why get mad about money while your watching cable anyway. Don't pay to watch T.V. Don't watch t.v. But don't by the internet you tell me? I have to. I'm like a mirror. I only exist if you look. Its like I said to that fat girl at the bar after making out...." How'd that dirt taste"

Monday, August 22, 2005

I feel cool like Brian when he's hanging out at the bowling alley

Wallet chains, low rise jeans, paris hilton skirts from two years ago, thoughtless tattoos, beanies on a eighty degree day and girls that weren't even born while I was watching USA up all night. That's correct, I'm back at community college. My third year in a two year institution with one more to go. Some people jabber and say crazy expressions from the old days that make no sense at all. Here's one for example: the more things change the more they stay the same. I don't know if its just the people of the corn or everywhere else but here nothing changes. Its the same all day, everyday. Things don't even go full circle here, just a 180 degree line on a flat plane. Its lame. The same kids, dressed the same, two years behind trendiness, acting out the same way, vying for attention in a town where we get enough but they don't realize it. If you ever heard my ramblings you know that sometimes on or not on a binge(which covers nothing like you think) I come across stupid situations where hate makes me crazy. For instance, I live by the railroad tracks, and sometimes I want to fight the trains. Not just because they are loud and I can't sleep, but because they're cocky. Stupid horns blowing as they turn the bend and head out of town. The gall of these engines to think that they are the first to come around the turn and arrogantly let loose that devil sound. Maybe they're just cocky because they are leaving town? Well guess what trains, you'll be back, so will the mountain man. Guaranteed.
For some reason I thought about the trains today. Every kid the same, every nebraska football fan the same, every girl the same, every day after a NIGHT the same, every school year the same. But maybe this year will be different. I feel older and less eager to try to be cool. Maybe just be the cranky old man for once. After all I am glad that school has started, it has to be easier than the summer. You try to juggle three or four girls. Easy you say? All four of them have boyfriends. And I'm back.