time for another drunken entry.
the wedding was fun like I said. Greek orthodox christians really got that marrying thing down. every chant and ritual is done like 3 times for good measure. I think my friend is as married as you can get. seriously. crowns, strolling around a table, holding hands in front of the Big Guy, a whole lotto sitting down and standing back up, and a butt load of blessings. he is sooooooo fucking married.
my college friends are no longer my friends. save one or two, they all suck ass and, had i not bitten my tongue the whole time, would have gotten in fights with me. i hate them so. they can all die. seriously, i can't believe i never saw how ugly they are. as people, i mean. materialistic and cruel. starved for attention and needy. a whole lotta upper middle class to upper class kids living on their parents' money and connections and always on the look out to make someone feel small. when i was in college, i think i wanted their approval or something. i really can't imagine why i hung out with them. i guess i was stoned and drunk a lot, and they were my drinking buddies... they are so evil, though. if i could remove a huge portion of humanity, i would remove such people. well-off 20-30 somethings with superiority complexes (spoiled 3year olds with 25 years of asshole learnin).
yes, they suck ass. totally. i hope i never ever see them again, ever. and they all get divorces and cancer soon.
my friend the marryin guy is really nice. i don't know why he hangs out with those coked out fuckers.
maybe its never happened before, or maybe i just never noticed it or struck back and participated, but they just call people out for being strange in the slightest way. and this past time, it didn't bother me at all. it was as if i was so confident in my judgment of them as total fucking assholes that the fact they thought i was different in any way only put a smile on my face. so i seriously just sat there at the reception the whole time with the biggest grin, knowing how fucking shallow and worthless their existence is. it made me smile. the beer and wine helped, too.
and when i went to work this morning, it was with a huge fucking smile on my face. all fucking day. I'll work this job all my life so long as it will keep me from becoming what they are.
and i saw the president of my college and an old professor. avoided them both, even though i use both as references on my resume. i could really give a fuck about them. the professor finally tracked me down while i talked to the groom and quizzed me about what i was doing. "i drive a truck. a big one. i pick up heavy shit." "oh wow. that sounds ...interesting. maybe we should put that up on the department website." (i was the departmental award recipient in college--big nerd, straight A's etc.) i kept my mouth shut and grinned. he is just the same as the trust fund kids. sub professional ambition for materialism, there ya have it.
but i got to see my niece. she is the cutest thing ever. by far the cutest baby there. BY FAR. and she kept dancing around (bouncing up and down waving her hands), and hiding behind my sisters dress. then she would peak out at me and grin like i couldn't see her. then i would look. then she would blush and hide again. she rocks.
rich kids bite ass and die.
the wedding was fun like I said. Greek orthodox christians really got that marrying thing down. every chant and ritual is done like 3 times for good measure. I think my friend is as married as you can get. seriously. crowns, strolling around a table, holding hands in front of the Big Guy, a whole lotto sitting down and standing back up, and a butt load of blessings. he is sooooooo fucking married.
my college friends are no longer my friends. save one or two, they all suck ass and, had i not bitten my tongue the whole time, would have gotten in fights with me. i hate them so. they can all die. seriously, i can't believe i never saw how ugly they are. as people, i mean. materialistic and cruel. starved for attention and needy. a whole lotta upper middle class to upper class kids living on their parents' money and connections and always on the look out to make someone feel small. when i was in college, i think i wanted their approval or something. i really can't imagine why i hung out with them. i guess i was stoned and drunk a lot, and they were my drinking buddies... they are so evil, though. if i could remove a huge portion of humanity, i would remove such people. well-off 20-30 somethings with superiority complexes (spoiled 3year olds with 25 years of asshole learnin).
yes, they suck ass. totally. i hope i never ever see them again, ever. and they all get divorces and cancer soon.
my friend the marryin guy is really nice. i don't know why he hangs out with those coked out fuckers.
maybe its never happened before, or maybe i just never noticed it or struck back and participated, but they just call people out for being strange in the slightest way. and this past time, it didn't bother me at all. it was as if i was so confident in my judgment of them as total fucking assholes that the fact they thought i was different in any way only put a smile on my face. so i seriously just sat there at the reception the whole time with the biggest grin, knowing how fucking shallow and worthless their existence is. it made me smile. the beer and wine helped, too.
and when i went to work this morning, it was with a huge fucking smile on my face. all fucking day. I'll work this job all my life so long as it will keep me from becoming what they are.
and i saw the president of my college and an old professor. avoided them both, even though i use both as references on my resume. i could really give a fuck about them. the professor finally tracked me down while i talked to the groom and quizzed me about what i was doing. "i drive a truck. a big one. i pick up heavy shit." "oh wow. that sounds ...interesting. maybe we should put that up on the department website." (i was the departmental award recipient in college--big nerd, straight A's etc.) i kept my mouth shut and grinned. he is just the same as the trust fund kids. sub professional ambition for materialism, there ya have it.
but i got to see my niece. she is the cutest thing ever. by far the cutest baby there. BY FAR. and she kept dancing around (bouncing up and down waving her hands), and hiding behind my sisters dress. then she would peak out at me and grin like i couldn't see her. then i would look. then she would blush and hide again. she rocks.
rich kids bite ass and die.
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At least I can look forward to not being bitterly jealous of my classmates success. Most academic sculptors and painters usually live a life of monk like poverty. Which is sad because a lot of them were really nice and at worst just clueless.
and yes I would qualify the Marta as a subway It's under ground at least half the time.