The woman on the TV with the long blond hair and Vaseline smile tells me to remember that nothing tastes as good as thin feels! Shes selling some diet book, which she claims is not a diet book, even though it reeks of calorie counting and denial.
LIAR! the rational part of my brain screams. She has obviously never eaten a hot grilled cheese sandwich made of sharp cheddar, with one strip of Muenster to temper the bite. Nor has she savored your aunts homemade veggie soup. And dont forget dark chocolate.
I nod in agreement with my rational part. Shes nuts. There are so many things tha
I know you're watching
Waiting
to drop the other shoe
another tiny bombshell
into my life
Are you angry that I defied you?
Denounced you?
That I pulled myself up
from the mediocrity
you had assigned?
Are you upset that I escaped you?
Eluded you?
That I became more
than the bumpkin
you had envisioned?
You must be.
You've pulled a lot of punches
And stoppers:
Cancer Death Destruction
Weren't 32 enough
for your revenge?
Wasn't my Aunt enough?
I have news for you
Foul Friend
Keep throwing the hardships
and pain and sadness
my way
I'll still win.
I want to go back
Back when it didn't hurt to breathe.
Back when a Hokie was a school mascot
and not an entire nation.
I want to go back
Back to the days before.
Back when International Theory
was the biggest worry I had.
I want to go back
Back to my best friends' wedding.
Back to when my feet hurt like hell,
but hell, we had fun.
I want to go back
Back to work.
Back to reports, essays, and labs,
the frustrating, wonderful, mind-filling exercises.
I want to go back.
Back to normal.
Back to when my school was not a living museum
to the memory of innocence.
I want to go back.
Now.
The Pharmacist is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down with plenty of pillows: he leadeth me to drink the still waters. He restoreth my health: he leadeth me in the paths of pharmaceuticals for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of sinusitus, I will fear no mucus: for thou art with me; thy pseudoephidrine and thy Mucinex they comfort me.
Thou preparest a tablet before me in the presence of mine viruses: thou anointest my head with menthol; my nose runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of Wal-greens for ever.
The woman on the TV with the long blond hair and Vaseline smile tells me to remember that nothing tastes as good as thin feels! Shes selling some diet book, which she claims is not a diet book, even though it reeks of calorie counting and denial.
LIAR! the rational part of my brain screams. She has obviously never eaten a hot grilled cheese sandwich made of sharp cheddar, with one strip of Muenster to temper the bite. Nor has she savored your aunts homemade veggie soup. And dont forget dark chocolate.
I nod in agreement with my rational part. Shes nuts. There are so many things tha
I know you're watching
Waiting
to drop the other shoe
another tiny bombshell
into my life
Are you angry that I defied you?
Denounced you?
That I pulled myself up
from the mediocrity
you had assigned?
Are you upset that I escaped you?
Eluded you?
That I became more
than the bumpkin
you had envisioned?
You must be.
You've pulled a lot of punches
And stoppers:
Cancer Death Destruction
Weren't 32 enough
for your revenge?
Wasn't my Aunt enough?
I have news for you
Foul Friend
Keep throwing the hardships
and pain and sadness
my way
I'll still win.
I want to go back
Back when it didn't hurt to breathe.
Back when a Hokie was a school mascot
and not an entire nation.
I want to go back
Back to the days before.
Back when International Theory
was the biggest worry I had.
I want to go back
Back to my best friends' wedding.
Back to when my feet hurt like hell,
but hell, we had fun.
I want to go back
Back to work.
Back to reports, essays, and labs,
the frustrating, wonderful, mind-filling exercises.
I want to go back.
Back to normal.
Back to when my school was not a living museum
to the memory of innocence.
I want to go back.
Now.
The Pharmacist is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down with plenty of pillows: he leadeth me to drink the still waters. He restoreth my health: he leadeth me in the paths of pharmaceuticals for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of sinusitus, I will fear no mucus: for thou art with me; thy pseudoephidrine and thy Mucinex they comfort me.
Thou preparest a tablet before me in the presence of mine viruses: thou anointest my head with menthol; my nose runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of Wal-greens for ever.
Dear President Bush,
I did not vote for you, but I am writing to acknowledge your election to a second term. The election certainly was a merry chase! Although I'm sure it stings to know that nearly half of the country doesn't want you in office, and that substantial parts of your own military didn't vote for you. Liberty County, home of the brave 3rd Infantry Division, is one giant blue dot on a break down of votes, county-by-county. In Chattahoochee County, home of Ft. Benning, you pulled ahead by only 7 percentage points! Let's not forget Ft. Bragg in Cumberland Couty, NC, where you were ahead by a measly four percentage points. Why aren'
Alright. Most of you who know me personally know that I have a weak spot for ghost stories and ghost hunting. It takes a great deal to scare me when it comes to the paranormal, but there is one thing that scares the ever-loving heebie-jeebies out of me. That thing is an EVP. EVP is short for "Electronic Voice Phenomena", which many think is the voice of a spirit or ghost caught on tape. Whenever you record something using a digital or tape-recorder, you will always have a certain amount of background "white" noise. Some investigators think that spirits can either manipulate white noise or use it in order to communicate. Other investigators an
I called the outcome of the Blue-ray/HD-DVD war months ago. I sided with Blue-ray, due to higher quality, a bit lower price, and the fact that Sony is simply a larger software/electronics behemoth than Toshiba.
Guess what: Blue-ray wins.
http://www.reuters.com/article/technologyNews/idUSL1643184420080216?feedType=RSS&feedName=technologyNews
The reason? Walmart and Netflix both decided to go Blue-ray exclusive.
I think I hear Xbox 360 owners screaming bloody murder. This means the HD-DVD drive that Microsoft charged massive amounts for will be useless, save to view the few existing HD-DVD titles out there.
Ahhh...the hazards of joining in
I'm only going to say one thing about this, since it has triggered some major flashbacks for me.
To anyone who is a student, faculty or staff member, or is in some other way connected to the campus at Northern Illinois University:
You have my deepest and most sincere sympathy. No one deserves to go through something like this. Remember to lean on your friends (and you will learn exactly who your friends are in a time like this), and to let them lean back. Never underestimate the power of the community you live in, for no one will understand you better than people who have gone through it. Don't let the media bowl you over: many are truly co
I am dreadfully sorry if any of my observations on your poem about Hiroshima and Nagasaki set in motion other comments that caused you to disable comments, or if my comments were part of them. (Truthfully, I cannot remember exactly what I wrote, but I do recall I was feeling quite passionate that day, and may very well have stepped out of line). Once again, I apologize for any trouble.
Oh, not at all. I was merely dealing with the troll infestation that we had.
Intelligent remarks are always welcome, regardless of whether or not they are in agreement to the original piece. The people who were posting were not making intelligent arguments, but rather harassing you and other posters as well. That is what made me turn off comments.