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| dell joseph rivers: a pretty short story dell rivers lives alone on a low hanging cloud. one and half baths, two stories, the rent is reasonable. no roof upstairs. thats alright though; a roof isn't really all that necessary, being above the clouds and all. when he first moved in he spit off the side of the cloud just to watch it fall. it seemed to him a totally natural impulse and he didn’t think much of it. he'd try to time how long it took something to drop that far but always lost sight of the spit. after one long morning at work he came home and was about to spit when he thought about the people below him. the chance of anyone actually getting hit by his spit is quite slim of course, and if anyone was hit they would just assume it was rain or at least they would never know who had been spitting on then, but now that he'd thought about it he'd have been overwhelmed with guilt had he spat again so he stopped. dell rivers lived on a low hanging cloud, but dell never realized that the cloud was still high enough that, unless it were raining out, his spit would always evaporate before it reached the ground. | | |
| so now that we're a few months in, we're finally getting around to capitalism in my social strat class.
thank god.
not that i'm not into merchantilism or the middle ages in a big way, its just, this is what i enrolled in the class for. you know?
you know the reason england started the industrial revolution is because they were so far behind everyone else in the merchantilism movement. basically they sucked, and thats why they got so powerful. i guess it was the same way with france and look at them now, living there just a couple steps below living in heaven.
And they say Socialism doesn't work! Pah!
i'm really excited about this. no joke.
anyway i broke out my thermas yesterday, so between that and getting to watch the devil's backbone tonight, life is pretty good.
i think i might skip existentialism. sorry clancy.
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| people are disgusting. i hope when we get from lion to child we grow out of it.
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| so fa la la la soooo.
tralala bands are solid.
why do i feel more stressed now that i'm on christmas break? i don't know, but i'm going to stop it, so if i get even more lax in my responsibilities to any of you its because i'm on vacation.
i'm moving in with my aunt over the next couple of weeks. you know her, cheryl? she's nice. i think that will be nice. nice.
i must say that there really isn't anything on myspace that is as satisfying as xanga, except bulletin conversations. they're solid.
sometimes overly proper people bother me. more often overly improper people bother me, and thats always much worse.
i've had quite a debby downer demeanor these days. sorry. kris, thanks for the hangout anyway.
i like seperating my thoughts with breaks.
i'll bring this to a close with um.. this:
"who was he?"
"he was edmond dantes. he was my father. he was my mother. he was you. he was me."
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| so i'm makeing a new weblog entry,
i don't know why, i mean i should probably just let this thing die instead of leading all of you to believe that i'm going to use it and only use it every 12 months to a year.
either way its been an interesting semester, so much has changed, it really makes me look foward to next semester, and even more to the one after that.
i'm currently listening to Metal Heart by Cat Power (which i think is supposed to mean "Pussy Power" and is therefore a feminist name for a band. (just kidding (i'm really just rambling))) basically i really like it, i think i first heard it yesterday, and today it owned me. i probably heard it a billion times or so today.
I got two cards in the mail today, one said Drumeller and the other said Drummeller.
its been about 34 hours so far, its sad how good that is.
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