I love this quote, if I were to say it, it would be about my English teacher.

“He is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death.”

–H.H. Munro

I thought this was great:

The relationship between truth and a newspaper is like the relationship between the color green and the number seven. Occasionally you will see the number seven written in green, but you learn not to expect this.

–Garrison Keillor

> Rammstien - Du Riechst So Gut
> The Chemical Brothers - Setting Sun (bloggeriffic [my new buzzword])

I just want to clarify some things…I talk a lot about my “bondage belt”, “bondage pants”, “collar”, “harness”, “leash”, and various other sundry things. I’ve never done bondage with anyone, but I love the whole concept of it. I think my obsession with it is a manifestation of how I feel about America, all the straps and chains holding me down while society’s hypocritical lies are being rammed into me. I guess that was a bit too disturbing a metaphor, but that’s how I feel. I also am fascinated how “normal” people will just go through their days, just being tax attorneys or janitors, but they’ll go home and have sex with a blowup doll. Stuff like that makes me feel good, I guess it’s the feeling that America is rotting apart. Anything relating to decay I love. Moral, physical, emotional…it’s all good. I think I like bondage because it’s linked to a level of perversion that I think everyone dreams of. The concept of people liking pain…Freud would have a field day on all the fetish scenes around the world. I think the whole thing I love about the concept of bondage is the sheer moral decline, the decadence involved in such “dirty” pleasures. So I wear my bondage belt, I wear bondage pants, all of that, because I’m paying tribute to the noxious decay of Judeo-Christian morals, which will lead us into a new moral-free world that might be worse than it’s predicessor.

> Nine Inch Nails - Physical (at volume level two million, of course)
> Orgy - Stitches “tying yourself to me / stitch up my emptiness ’cause you’re the death of me”
> Placebo - Teenage Angst
> The Ramones - Blitzkrieg Bop
> Marilyn Manson - Cake and Sodomy (my bible)
> Portishead - Scorn

Continuing from my previous entry, I checked my e-mail when Kelly said she’d sent me a bunch of stuff, and I had one from Molly. This post is basically a response to some of the questions in it. The Drift staff is being fragmented because people are convoluting work and play. A newspaper club thing isn’t the place to meet a significant other, it’s a place to make a newspaper. I guess I’m the only one that understands that. If I think someone is hot, I’m not going to go “god you’re so hot will you go out with me?”. It’s inappropriate. If people don’t show interest in me, I’m not going to pursue anyone. (this is my rocking out to the ramones break) Okay, I’m back. These people need to grow up and act like adults. Sure, I loathe the Art Nazi, but I don’t give her dirty looks and ignore her, it’s just not polite, and it’s childish. Amy and Daniela need to put their differences aside and work for the Drift. Daniela should have told Robert that their ‘romance’ is for non-Drift-time. Maybe it’s because I’m not into the ‘relationship’ scene, but I think this whole escapade is lame and unprofessional. It puts me in a bad place too, because I’m friends with Daniela and (well, to some extent) with Amy too. I’m probably going to end up being on Amy’s side, because if Daniela and Robert are an item, Daniela and I probably won’t hang out at Drift events. It sucks, because I’m in a class with Daniela…this really sucks. My opinion is verging on mandatory genital removal for both sexes, but I guess then there would be so much less drama.

>Deftones - Digital Bath (great song)
>Garbage - Nobody Loves You “coughing up feeling just for you / to find something real to hold on to / but there is a hole inside my heart / where all of my love comes pouring out”
>Marilyn Manson - Minute Of Decay
>Marilyn Manson - This Is The New Shit “Do we get it? No! / Do we want it? Yeah!”
>Rammstein - Engel

OMG, so much happened today. It started out like a normal, boring Thursday. I woke up, got dressed (in some semblance of my best, since it was the day after publishing). I walked into the school, and as I journeyed over to Dani’s to drop off my stuff (I planned to walk to Ace to see if they had L.E.Ds), when Suzie yelled to me from the student lounge; we had sword sex (our sword pendants always have intercourse when they see each other), then I ended up talking to this dude. I’d seen him around town for ages, and always had wanted to compliment him on his great hairstyle (this long, blondish thing, I love guys with long hair). We talked for a while, mostly with me wondering if he was single. I hate that, but I can’t stop it. When I talk to a (forgive the expression) hot guy, all I want to do is like, say “will you marry me?”, but I just continue vapidly on about whatever we’re talking about. I have come a long ways, I used to be so bad that I couldn’t talk to anyone if I thought they were hot. It sucked, because when you’re talking to someone for a while, you can almost delude yourself that you’re kissing them, because talking is such a mouth thing…okay maybe I’m weird, but yea. I found out he was friends with Joel Senior, then I lost most of my respect for him, unfortunately. It was so strange, we were talking, and he glanced into the Disability Center thingy, and this guy was kissing this chick’s neck and she was pretending it wasn’t happening…I think she was getting sexually harassed–or they were married. I’m going to call this guy the Hair Guy. I can’t think that someone is dateable if I’ve talked to them, then I find flaws. Strangers are the only perfect people, so I try to maintain the illusion that there are all these perfect, dateable people everywhere. The Hat Guy, the Hair Guy…hmm…Freud could have a field day with me. Anyway, my philosophy class was canceled, so I put my stuff in the student lounge and walked to Ace, they had L.E.D.s, and I was happy, but I didn’t get them because I needed my dad to help me find what ones I should get (he’s an electrician). I went to Wal-Mart (feeling like I needed something), and after discovering that they had Halloween stuff, I got these brand-x locks to use for a choker I was building from the memory of an overpriced one on the Internet that I could make myself for like, half the price. Walked back to Ace, and got a length of chain (any of my friends will soon see me sporting the fruits of this purchase). Walked back to the college, retrieved my stuff, and talked with some friends at the smoke box (the brown building near the faculty parking lot) until History started. History was great, we talked about Athens (they selected their public officials by lot!, that is so cool!). I wish there would have never been the Peloponnesian wars, then maybe the world would be made up of city-states, that would be so groovy. Well, after History I went over to Danielle’s house, and after helping her family move this old wood stove into thier van to take to someone’s house, we rode her family’s ghetto bikes to Wal-Mart to check out the halloween costumes. Dani got a hella-long black wig for her witch costume, and I got black and white foundation. I already had white foundation, but it had shitty consistency, it wasn’t smooth. Went back to Dani’s house…um, we talked for a while, then my dad picked me up. Ate spaghetti, washed the dishes, then retired to my room to call Christine back (she had called while I was washing the dishes). There was this big drama thing with Christine and Danielle…I don’t know how it’s going to play out. Danielle’s mom doesn’t want anyone staying the night. That’s going to mildly suck. Anyway, this entry is hella-long so I’m going to start another where this one ended.