Insomniac's blog

Holy Schnit! I have spent the last little bit reading my own blog. Plyuuuuuck! I can't believe I wrote some of that dribble. Well, no more. Sometimes I wonder what possesses me to bleed my personal shit out onto this thing... Anyhow, no more "poor, poor pitiful me" schtuff. Instead, I will impress you all with some more of my caustic remarks on GVSU, its faculty and students. Take for example the other day when I was getting coffee at the Java City kiosk at Kirkhof. There were two girls, yes, I shall call them girls because they were acting like they were in 7th grade, and these two girls were so damn immature. It was embarassing to admit that they were the same sex as me. Anyhow, here are these two girls...whispering behind their hands to each other and giggling! Good gawd, please grow up. The worst thing is that I knew they were talking about me. I could tell from how one would look at me, quick whisper something to the other lifesize Barbie, and then look at me again. Not only was it rude, but totally uncalled for because I knew I was looking damn good. Perhaps they find it funny that a 30-year-old is actually taking classes. Or, perhaps it was because I added half-n-half to my coffee...who knows? No one can figure out these pop-tarts. You wonder where the term pop-tarts comes from? Well, y'all can thank my FOM for his most excellent analysis of bubble-headed women. Pop-tarts are sweet and pretty but just not very filling. Now me...I'm more like a steak, eggs, and hashbrowns breakfast than a pop-tart. I have substance and I am filling...perhaps a little too fattening and greasy but overall a much better breakfast. Is anyone getting a little hungry?

Sorry, that was kinda of perverse. Anyhow, I am over the "reflections" part of my life, well, at least for now.