Thursday, April 21, 2005

I'm a pimp daddy, stone cold hustler...

Professor Truth J. Rockefeller is my pimp name. I have no clue what it means, probably because I'm white. Wait, let me take that back. I'm super white.

So, I've listened to the Rentals' Seven More Minutes for about the fourth time in a row now. It's such a great album. It's equal parts mellow emotional and hard balls rockin'. I think I'm going to marry it. Let's see Republicans introduce legislation banning this!

So, this is the happiest I've been in quite a long time and I'm not even happy. I'm just not depressed. Of course, I just got my copy of Orgazmo in the mail today. That movie makes me smile like the dickens.

Every time I go to certain websites, I get an ad for a free IQ test. Okay, I'm a smart guy and I have a pretty dandy IQ, but most people don't. Most people are in the 90-110. That makes sense. Those people don't want to know they are average. And what if they have a bad day and they get a score of 80? Well, they are almost retarded then and that's funny. But, most people on the internet don't want to take an IQ test. Most people don't care if they are stupid or not. The people that actually care about thier IQ already have taken an IQ test or two. I've taken quite a few, and I never cared about it until I was forced to take one because some teachers thought that I might be smart. I guess being the smartest kid in class day after day wasn't proof enough. It took them five years to think that I might be smart.

Stupid schools.

I'm glad they finally did test me, though, because I was able to start taking enrichment classes. They were awesome. You'd get out of class for two periods and you got to do neat projects or some puzzles or somehing. It was fun work. I loved it. That's why in high school when we didn't have assigned periods, I would end up going each and every period. It was great. None of the teachers knew that I was ditching every class. Probably because I never got into any sort of major trouble. Just a few missed homeworks and a few tardies. Nothing suspension worthy.

I did get a detention once for being late to school. I rode the bus and the bus was late quite a few times. That means, I didn't have a slip from home explaining why I was late. After three of those, you get a detention. No big deal. I served it. I'm a man.

Two days later I got called down to the vice-principal's office. Turns out, I never attended my detention. BULLSHIT!!! I sat there for an hour playing with clay that someone stole from the art room. I made a toilet, some turds and a dude sitting on said toilet. Why that's a vivid memory for me, I'll never know. I'm weird like that.

I'll remember very, very minute details of some event that I don't remember. Like, I won't remember a concert too well, but I'll remember being there and talking to a friend and I'll remember exactly what she said.

Is that weird?

Anyhow, it's off to script land. It's slowly coming along. Maybe I'll post it on here sometime so people can make fun of it.

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