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hongkongtimmy
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Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Los Angeles
Birthday: 2/1/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: See below with an emphasis on snobby and pretentious
Expertise: Comparative Literature, Russian and Chinese Literature, Classical Mongolian, Being snobby and pretentious
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
9/17/2003
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| I was in Champaign this weekend. Major e-props for anyone who can tell me what awesome '80s movie, me and my friends were for Halloween this year.
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| I admit it. I've lost my xanga-touch. Graduate school has destroyed my xanga writing abilities. | | |
| I love it when people talk shit and they then continue to keep the person or persons whom they're talking shit about nameless. Often times, such peoples talk shit and then say it as though they mean "people in general"; however, we know that as they speak, they are talking about specific people that actively engage in the said activity. For example (as well as to avoid being a hypocrite) just the other day I was talking shit with a friend here at Russian camp (in Russian of course), in which we discussed how "some people" amongst the six-years are total f*cking morons because of the fact that they think they're so great because they hang out with each other. Throughout this discussion, I realized that we were being much too general in using the term "the six-years" and not being more specific (i.e. using specific names such as that worm Alex from Northwestern, that mean bitch Alexis from UCLA, the Ice-queen from Washington in dire need of sex Sally etc. etc.) Though often times unnecessary, it allows us to practice what I like to call our "being specific skills.)
Having taught a writing class as a Graduate student, I have realized the need to be more clear and concise when communicating with one another, whether in writing, talking on the phone or even in such mindless (but much-needed) activities as talking shit! Such euphemsims as "some people," "people like that," or "those who will remain nameless" underscore the very need within our society to be a lot more specific about WTF we're actually talking about. Who exactly is it that really needs to speak more loudly? Who exactly really needs to shut the f*ck up when you're giving a presentation in class? Who exactly is it that needs to get over the fact that you don't turn your library books on time? In other words, while talking shit, keep it real. Don't delude yourself and the fellow listener by saying that this happens generally occurs in society! We already know that people pull whatever crap you're talking about, but it's alot more interesting when we know who the hell it exactly is! From here on out, I'm talking shit and taking names! | | |
| I am the messiest person in the world, and I think Russian Camp here in Middlebury is making me even more ghetto in the realm of disgusting living spaces. As exhibited by the two photos below, my dorm room here in 103 Gifford Hall is disgusting because I have this horrible habit of being a pack rat. However, some may interpret my self-association with the term "pack rat" as an admission that I am a "dirty-ass mofo," which is clearly incorrect since pack racks are people who actually shower, while a dirty-ass mofo can normally be found wearing (for days) the same, unwashed, yellowing Hanes T-shirt that their mother purchased for them at Mervyn's California. Regardless of what you might identify as ghetto, let us not waste time and arrive finally to the pictures! (Or as they would say in Russian К фотам!)
Exhibit A:
Exhibit B:
Yes, I know what you are thinking. Ghetto. I can't help it. Please note that the bed doesn't kinda really have covers, because there is nowhere in town for me to purchase bed sheets. Hence, every night I am confined to a slightly disgusting bed where some random Middlebury undergrad lost his/her virginity on a cold Autumn's night. It's really not my fault that there isn't even a Target within a 30 mile radius of town. What does one do? Speaking Russian every day is making me ghetto! I admit it, I can be so third-world style sometimes.
Speaking of The Second Rule of Thermodynamics, is it me or is Lindsay Lohan so 2002?
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| OMFG. I was just sitting here going through my old xanga entries and I couldn't help but realize how hilarious I am. Jesus, this is some hilarious shit. Why did I ever stop writing in this thing?
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