Typical Thursday
I dont have a witty story to tell, an imaginative narrative to recount or a rant to embark on. My thursday was pretty normal with two notable exceptions. I have received some incredible, earth trembling e-mail recently. I love getting good e-mail as opposed to the boring stuff that normally appears in my inbox. My friend gave me a lift home in his new BMW today, it's a sweet ride. I love BMW's.
I only had two classes today, in the morning. I wasn't overly annoyed by either class, or by the people present. Probably because there was not many and most people just shut up and did their work.
I have exams soon, it fucking sucks ass. I don't think exams should exist, it would make far more sense if at the end of the year a lecturer held an interview with you. Just chatted about the year, what you have learned and generally get a feel for what you have taken onboard. It would reward the students who struggle to school everdyday, tired or not, hung over or not and would put lazy bastards at a sever disadvantage. Maybe this interview could be supplemented by minor exam so that the people who don't know what the college even looks like still have a chance at passing. What I just said probably doesnt make much sense to anyone but me. Well, I don't care, it made sense to me and thats the important thing, if you require clarification please ask me.
Oh wait, I am fucking pissed about something actually. How the hell did I forget this? I am an avid fan of the topical, politcal drama The West Wing. I think it is the best written, best acted and produced television series in a very long time. Since MacGyver probably.(Obviously this excludes the master piece that is Band of Brothers, as that was a ten episode special event). Well anyway here in uneventful Ireland, The West Wing is shown by the state broadcaster RTE on Thursday nights at 11.15 pm, as you may have realised by now it is Thursday but is the West Wing on? No fucking way! And do you know why? There is some heap of putrid bullshit on about the pope! The fucking pope!
Those of you who have read my previous posts may realise in what regard I hold the pope. After all the damned media coverage he/them have received how the fuck can a whole television be dedicated to the outdated institution? If the pope is so damn infallible what the last one flip flop so much on contraception? If he is fucking infallible surely God would have made his decision to be correct and we would all grow some sort of inbuilt contraceptive device, or a pregnancy sensor that told us when not to do the nasty. Damn, I'm gettin angrier by the second, wheres my damn guitar so I can wail the shit out of it and then go smash some shit with my sword. Fucking pope. This is what my taxes are spent on, shitty TV programmes about some old nazi. Shit, motherfucker.
I only had two classes today, in the morning. I wasn't overly annoyed by either class, or by the people present. Probably because there was not many and most people just shut up and did their work.
I have exams soon, it fucking sucks ass. I don't think exams should exist, it would make far more sense if at the end of the year a lecturer held an interview with you. Just chatted about the year, what you have learned and generally get a feel for what you have taken onboard. It would reward the students who struggle to school everdyday, tired or not, hung over or not and would put lazy bastards at a sever disadvantage. Maybe this interview could be supplemented by minor exam so that the people who don't know what the college even looks like still have a chance at passing. What I just said probably doesnt make much sense to anyone but me. Well, I don't care, it made sense to me and thats the important thing, if you require clarification please ask me.
Oh wait, I am fucking pissed about something actually. How the hell did I forget this? I am an avid fan of the topical, politcal drama The West Wing. I think it is the best written, best acted and produced television series in a very long time. Since MacGyver probably.(Obviously this excludes the master piece that is Band of Brothers, as that was a ten episode special event). Well anyway here in uneventful Ireland, The West Wing is shown by the state broadcaster RTE on Thursday nights at 11.15 pm, as you may have realised by now it is Thursday but is the West Wing on? No fucking way! And do you know why? There is some heap of putrid bullshit on about the pope! The fucking pope!
Those of you who have read my previous posts may realise in what regard I hold the pope. After all the damned media coverage he/them have received how the fuck can a whole television be dedicated to the outdated institution? If the pope is so damn infallible what the last one flip flop so much on contraception? If he is fucking infallible surely God would have made his decision to be correct and we would all grow some sort of inbuilt contraceptive device, or a pregnancy sensor that told us when not to do the nasty. Damn, I'm gettin angrier by the second, wheres my damn guitar so I can wail the shit out of it and then go smash some shit with my sword. Fucking pope. This is what my taxes are spent on, shitty TV programmes about some old nazi. Shit, motherfucker.
posted by Ian at 10:27 p.m.
22 Comments:
Bring some of that agression over here and get Rochester on my ass
PS.
I think my head just exploded from all your parking meter antics.
Oh man.... yeah, FUCK THE POPE.
oh hell no. I would not fuck the Pope. He's not cute.
He's german, though, which means he is into some freaky shit.
Good point. Thatnks for bringing that up Robert. You might just change my mind. No one knows fetish like the Germans.
I bet the Pope is all like Tony Montana. Benedict in the vatican, first I get the robes, then I get the big pope hat, then I get the women/altar boys/gay irish priest.
Looky looky, we're all up and about doing nothing. Phant is on as well. Seek him out and he shall reveal the secret to your wildest dreams.
phant couldnt reveal himself.
Wuh wuh wuh. Good point.
He is like a plucked chicken covered in fake tan. The only thing left to do is stuff him and shove him in the bin.
mmm altar boys...very tasty , escpecially deep fried
"Wuh wuh wuh. Good point.
He is like a plucked chicken covered in fake tan. The only thing left to do is stuff him and shove him in the bin."
Would anyone like to clarify whether this is some sort of Irish thing or whether this "phant" you speak of really *is* like a plucked chicken covered in fake tan?... and I gather bin=oven?
Oh gosh. If this is what all international relations are like... it's no wonder countries have so many misunderstandings...
P.S. Also, is 'wuh wuh' like the Irish equivalent of laughing? Or jeering? I'm quite confused...
P.P.S. I agree about the pope thing. Too much media coverage. Even in Canada. But I'm more mad about the Presidential Address by Bush we had to watch tonight instead of 'Sweet Home Alabama'. I would've much rather watched Reese Witherspoon and Matthew Maconajkdjaldjaks (or whatever his name is) make out then Bushboy rant about social security. Like, who cares? Not any young people, that's for sure. Especially not young people living in CANADA. Honestly - if you people in the U.S. want to listen to your loony president go on for hours about how he's going to bomb another country or how he is thankful to Putin for offering to give Iran uranium so they can get their own nuclear power industry going - fine, but can you at least have the decency not to do it on networks that we, Canadians, get as part of our cable packages?
Bah.
What the fuck, Blogger ate my angry comment. Now I'm even angier.
I hate Bush. he is a fucker. I avoid looking at him at all costs and since I don't watchTV it is fairly easy except when that cunt gets his face on the news for being Mr. Craptastic. If I could I would kick his ass so hard shit would fly out of his mouth.
I stand by my comments about phant and will clarify them, but only slightly.
Bin=bin.
bin=trashcan
Ian you should direct the Canadian Babes to John&Paul so that way they can get up on Robert and Daly's sexiness as well.
I'm sure they can sense my sexiness from where they are and, obviously, are a little intimidated by it.
I think you must be right. You radiate very powerful sexiness and some people get a little shy in the presence of such greatness. Jessie and I are power hungry fiends so we eat it up.
Rob exudes such sexual charisma that in school only I and a few select others are able to sit near him, sometimes even the whole row, nay the entire class, is empty apart from us.
Damn! That's impressive
That *is* impressive...
I shall check Rob's blog out. Thanks for the tip!
It's not just my blog, Ian writes for it, as well as a fellow named Daly.
He is this twelve year old who unfortunatly is mentally affected.
In the real world, he can't feed himself, wash himself or even dress himself. He needs help every day. But on the Internet, he is an idiot savant. Typing away like a regualr person, holding fully fledged conversations and writing cool stories.
He holds a special place in my heart.
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