14th of September 2005

I use to like reading through those Gary Lawson books, you know those little comic book strips that are ment to be insightful and satirical of middle class america. I use to laugh as a kid reading them and wonder if americans really did look like those characters that he drew. Now that i'm here, yeah people do look like his drawings, i dont know if i should be scared or write a letter to Mr Lawson saying how awesome he is in capturing perfectly what is middle class america. I walk around campus and i see these people who belong in comic strips or the zoo, they wear the same glasses, have the same haircuts, wear the same shirts pants and so forth. Sometimes i wonder and think to myself, maybe its because i'm new here, and that there are differences between people and how they dress. But then i think no, thats fucking stupid, these people are retarded and look like morons, they belong in a hospital or a zoo at least.
I also skipped class today, for me thats more a first, i'm not in a habit of skipping class, but then all the classes i've had have allowed me to stand up and yell at people. But here you just sit there and listerning to some hack artist who couldnt cut it as a professional insisting on you calling him professor.
Professor or what mother fucker. Class really isnt fun here, you just sit and listern and then leave. And when i do leave i end up with just a whole page signitures. Its just boring, sooner or later i'm going to get forced into a position where i'm going to stand up and just throw things at people, like a chair or a table just so something happens besides listerning to some arsehole talk about how he can 'dabble' in all
the arts and that if he wasnt teaching he'd be a great artist. Truth is if you were teaching you'd be a fucking crack addict robbing a liqour store.
Professor or what mother fucker. Class really isnt fun here, you just sit and listern and then leave. And when i do leave i end up with just a whole page signitures. Its just boring, sooner or later i'm going to get forced into a position where i'm going to stand up and just throw things at people, like a chair or a table just so something happens besides listerning to some arsehole talk about how he can 'dabble' in all
the arts and that if he wasnt teaching he'd be a great artist. Truth is if you were teaching you'd be a fucking crack addict robbing a liqour store.
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