I’m going to be honest with you. I’m just doing this to impress women. This whole “writing for the Nugget” thing. I mean, have you seen any pictures of me? I’m this chubby little nerd in dire need of a haircut and cursed with a perpetual five o’clock shadow. All I got going for me is this big brain. It is my gift, my curse. I try to use it to impress women, but it constantly blows up in my face. As I’ve learned from just sitting back and overhearing conversations between my classmates, you do not impress women with words like, “The glimmer in your eyes is like that of the morning star.” No, you impress with, “Geez, you’re hot. I know a place where we can get some twenty five cent draft. Ya in?”
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When I was in Japan, a new quirk was added to my personality. There was once a time where I could stay in my house for entire days without going out. But, in Japan, and living in an incredibly small apartment, there was no way I could stay inside for a whole day. Whether it was a grand adventure seeing what was on the other side of town, or just running down to the convenience store for a carton of milk, I just had to be outside for some part of the day. That’s now become a permanent part of me.
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NOTE: Because of a little thing I wrote last semester, I should probably take an extra step and remind you that the views expressed by me do not reflect the views of NR92. Last thing I want to do is make the cute girl in class that I have crush on angry at me again. That being said….
My favourite book is 1984, so that right there should tell you a lot about me. If you’ve never read it, it follows the adventures of Winston Smith as he lives under the thumb of an oppressive regime. One of the key locales in the book is the Ministry of Love. This is the government agency that catches dissidents, tortures them to within an inch of their lives, and just generally beats them into submission. The whole goal of this is to make a person a happy, uncreative, unthinking worker drone in society. They strive to make everyone look the same, act the same, and think the same.
Sounds kinda like school, doesn’t it?
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Man, I hate when time gets away from me. It’s 11:30 PM on Sunday night, and I’ve just got no column to post. So, I’m just going to throw together something right now, real quick like, mainly because I don’t like seeing gaps in my library. Columns written under these circumstances tend to be quick, dirty, and not very good. Wow. With a set-up like that, how can you not want to read? Don’t worry, they tend to be short, too. Anyway, let’s get on with it. And I promise that next week I’ll have something nice and angst-ridden about my first week back at school
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