well here's another day in IBP.
went for class this morning blah blah.
i kinda am starting to hate advert. again.

advert isnt about how smart you are.
its about the people.
as for my group...
i dont really like them too much.
but ah well.
can work with them.
and thats good enough i suppose.

anyway i dont really like most of mass com's people.
seriously.
if i knew what kinda people this course took i wouldnt be here.
i can literally count on my fingers (maybe 1 hand?) the number of people i enjoy being around.
but i suppose i'm stuck here for maybe slightly over half a year more.
so i should just fucking grin and bear it.

anyway...
heather's unhappy because i dont like havianas, which she wears most of the time.
so maybe i should state exactly why i dont like them, eh?

ok. here goes.
i dont like havianas because they're trendy.
they're just slippers.
they dont deserve to be sold to closet homosexual ah bengs at exhorbitant prices.
and i basically hate the overwhelming majority of the people who buy them.
and every single thing associated with them, actually.
crumpler bags.
(my bag costs 4.50. i DO NOT need an incredibly overpriced bag. nobody NEEDS a bag, k?)
that ugly fauxhawk they keep.
(FFS, grow some balls and get a real mohawk. you can diy it in 5 mins.)
that irritating way they swagger all over the place.
their scrawny chicken legs (because they think having a 6 pack is all that matters. well i've got news. william's got no 6 pack and he can hand them their asses anyday. hell, maybe even wilbur can do that.)

i know the traditional concept of masculinity may be outdated... but i still think that most men should keep their gender identities.
i mean... just take a look.
im quite sure THESE GUYS (go on. click. i know you want to.) are at least 10 times the men as any1 who steps into new urban male or any equivalent trendy fuckwad store.

lemme say that again.
TRENDY FUCKWADS.
ok that was slightly amusing.

Dystopia- Kreator
Welcome to the coldest age of darkness
Millenium deprivation, deception and deceit
Feared in presence, loathed within their absence
Feed the dogs of war
To keep a fragile peace