Saturday, August 29, 2009

Take One

Ah, so here I am, starting something again, for the 3rd time in a course of a year. Hopefully this time I can keep up since my life has gotten less boring, kind of. August has come around again and here I am, figuring out new routes and schedules for this Fall semester. It's also supposedly that time of year where a friend of mine goes on a rant for the next few months over new college students infesting his city. I can clearly see where this can offend and piss off a local, don't blame him one bit. Just the first day of class made me realize how much I'm easily annoyed by everything. At least I have more tolerance than most of friends, I don't exactly dread going out in public. I kind of have to, and eventually everyone does. I usually just try to have fun with it and poke fun, it gets me through the day. I'm a freak, so there's nothing stopping anyone from doing the same. We're all not perfect, so I point it out to myself.

Aside from your first year hipster kids, you see the typical college student articles of clothing, like your typical ironic t-shirt (i.e. "I eat glue," "I'm secretly a ninja," we get it, you're weird, weirdo). Anyways, the other day, I saw a shirt that just made me cringe because it was so lame. Then again, most of Hollister's (Yes, Hollister) clothing are based on "bro" slogans and lame sexual innuendos and market to rich, jock kids whose favorite past times are sports and sex. Anyways the shirt read, "PROTECT THE BEACHES, THERE ARE GIRLS THERE." As if you shouldn't protect any other area, but the beaches. So, by this logic, girls aren't anywhere but the beaches. No wonder I haven't been able to find a date, because they're at the one place I hate the most: The beach. Fuck You.