tofurkey day


I slept all the live long day, and I don't mind the fact that I missed out totally on this horrible holiday of our forbears and fathers. It's not a big deal anymore. I don't miss the turkey dinner, or the stuffing, or any of the other trappings of the misanthropic holiday that is today. Cora, one of my hallmates, is depressed today, she misses her family. I thought about telling her that it just doesn't matter, missing them doesn't help anything, and how she's only worrying to no end, but I figured that probably wouldn't help. Martin, another hallmate, smuggled cheese, turkey, and a whole mess of vittles from the cafeteria, so that we don't starve. As if going without food for even ten hours will kill us! I think I am going to try a fast. I am sure I will feel better about myself than if I stuffed my fucking stupid American stomach with disgusting turkey and piles of slop. It is always this time of year when people forget how many people in the world just don't have anything near what Americans take for granted every day. Thanksgiving is a classist holiday. I can't afford to go home, and my family can't afford to shell out the money for an overpriced, genetically modified bird that once had the intelligence of a snow pea, plus all of the trappings and fucking details that make this day "oh so enjoyable." I know that there are millions of people in the world who have even more to complain about on this day, and that is why I choose to join them. They are starving, so I will too, for five days or so (I am still an American slob, I can't take that away). I now begin a Five Day Fast, for the millions who cannot enjoy a feast, and those who die of starvation while the Americans stuff their faces every holiday season. All I will consume are water, and bread only after dark.

Happy Fucking Thanksgiving, Slob.

Posted by daniel at 21:28 | Comments (2)


i am telling the truth

I am loving every minute that I am here, as I have loved every minute I have been here. It keeps getting better and better, and I am not exaggerating. If you have a desire to attend an institution of higher learning in the near future, and want some place where you can eat paint and go to class with acrylic face--come to Antioch.

"Sure man, but I can't afford no damn private college. My parents is dirt poor, fool!"

"Yeah, but I don't think they have what I'm looking for in Ohio."

"But they won't have my kind of people there, dude."

After all is said and done, I think I must insist that you go and find some acrylic paint, and promptly eat it. I like Burnt Sienna. It makes you look like you've been eating diarrhoea, and it tastes like poison! mmmgood!

Posted by daniel at 00:49 | Comments (1)