The Bathrooms Speak

It's actually been a really long time since i've posted anything, but i'll try and get into the habit. I have so many random thoughts rambling around in my head, sometimes it's impossible to write everything down. Just bear with me.

Going to Portland State University now, and i've seen more strange things in two weeks than I have this entire summer. I love how liberal it is, and how the teachers don't actually teach. I love how my German 101 class is a joke and my instructor is writing his thesis on puppetry. it's ridiculous, but i'm loving every second of it.

Public transportation is a pain in the ass, but for some reason I enjoy it. Except for today, when I had to sit next to a Chinese man who really doesn't believe in deoderant. That was awkward. There'll be a post on public transportation in the near future. I have SO MANY stories about that.

My personal website will be up shortly, I just need to fix up a few links, that's all. I'll post it as soon as it becomes available for use. Been getting the hang of Adobe Dreamweaver, and will probably be taking a class next term to be a bit more fluent in HTML. Which sounds really odd.

It really bothers me how people write the "anarchy" symbol all over the bathroom stalls at my school. None of them even know what the word means. Anarchy is when a government fails, not when some teenagers discover that they're bored out of their minds and must expedite their freedoms, in turn trying to overthrow the system. They merely think they are rebels, defying the law and sticking it to "the man". Idiots. Then you see all the graffiti all over the city, and the kids with the ridiculous hair, a joint hanging out of their mouths. "We're radical...join the movement," they say, but in reality.... who wants to live on the street and chant for something that only existed in theory?

Honestly. Think about it. All the extreme groups rising up in the late 60's and early 70's who accomplished....nothing. They waved their flags, ate their donuts. Smoked a ton of pot, painted squirt guns black and threatened authority. Obviously there's a large chunk of history missing. Just trying to get my point across.

Please people. Just get a job. Go to school. Make some friends. Leave your Sharpies alone. Learn to play the accordion. Maybe use your intense writing skills for something that'll buy you more than Top Ramen.