You say you want a revolution?
Hello ya'll. I can't write much today...I am supposed to be writing a paper about the IRA right now. But I am fueled by the hate of those beings who have subjected me to their pretentiousness and dickdom and overall bad karma. So, I'm writing them a letter. Read it and weep at my troubles.
An open letter to my fellow students in Terrorism class:
How are you doing? Good I hope. I think we all just had a fun time talking about Israel and Palestine.
The trouble is, I feel like we're all acting like dumbasses. Oh, don't worry Mr. I'm-just-playing-a-role guy. Your facts were right on target. But, you know, you kinda acted like a dick when you were saying them. The thing is, you're not hardly as smart as you think you are. I'm sorry--here's a tissue. You kinda came off as a pretentious ass. I mean, you took harmless little questions, and turned them into novel-length replies that didn't really answer anything. Sorry.
And you, Mr. I-use-the-word-existential-to describe-every-piece-of-literature-I-read-dude. You need to calm down. It's not cool to say you are going to ask a question and then just make vague statements that you say are logically correct, but in reality are just kind of barely comprehensible. Do you understand? Sorry, I'll talk slower: You. Need. To. Shut. Up. (not existentially of course). Further, Jack McCoy can't make statements in a court of law and say it's a question. The judge doesn't let him by with it. And you shouldn't get by either.
What I'm trying to say is: Let's all just have fun, and talk about literature and films. Let's not have an intellectual pissing contest every Tuesday and Thursday. For some of us, it's just not fun. I mean, you know how we all feel better on those days when our lovely professor is not wearing tight jeans? It could be like that all the time, if we were just a little tad less douchelike. Think about it, guys.
Love and kisses,
Morg
P. S. Let's all consider going through a week without wearing a Russian house t-shirt. Might be fun. I mean, I'm proud of you that you know Russian. That's great. But you don't need to wear a shirt advertising the fact. I don't wear a shirt with The Wasteland on the back, do I?
Have a good un, my little pieces of baklava. I'll probably post more as time and writers' block dictates.
An open letter to my fellow students in Terrorism class:
How are you doing? Good I hope. I think we all just had a fun time talking about Israel and Palestine.
The trouble is, I feel like we're all acting like dumbasses. Oh, don't worry Mr. I'm-just-playing-a-role guy. Your facts were right on target. But, you know, you kinda acted like a dick when you were saying them. The thing is, you're not hardly as smart as you think you are. I'm sorry--here's a tissue. You kinda came off as a pretentious ass. I mean, you took harmless little questions, and turned them into novel-length replies that didn't really answer anything. Sorry.
And you, Mr. I-use-the-word-existential-to describe-every-piece-of-literature-I-read-dude. You need to calm down. It's not cool to say you are going to ask a question and then just make vague statements that you say are logically correct, but in reality are just kind of barely comprehensible. Do you understand? Sorry, I'll talk slower: You. Need. To. Shut. Up. (not existentially of course). Further, Jack McCoy can't make statements in a court of law and say it's a question. The judge doesn't let him by with it. And you shouldn't get by either.
What I'm trying to say is: Let's all just have fun, and talk about literature and films. Let's not have an intellectual pissing contest every Tuesday and Thursday. For some of us, it's just not fun. I mean, you know how we all feel better on those days when our lovely professor is not wearing tight jeans? It could be like that all the time, if we were just a little tad less douchelike. Think about it, guys.
Love and kisses,
Morg
P. S. Let's all consider going through a week without wearing a Russian house t-shirt. Might be fun. I mean, I'm proud of you that you know Russian. That's great. But you don't need to wear a shirt advertising the fact. I don't wear a shirt with The Wasteland on the back, do I?
Have a good un, my little pieces of baklava. I'll probably post more as time and writers' block dictates.
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