my roommate: author extraordinaire

i'm an intellectual elitest, always have been, always will be. a person doesn't need to be extremely educated, and i certainly don't care where you get knowledge from. personally, get most of mine from books, movies, and television. i value a self-educated person as much or more than any ivy league graduate when it comes to conversation. but that's just it, i need conversation, i need awake eyes, i need SOMETHING there. some kind of ability to form thoughts and sentences and some depth beyond the scope that the average person seems to be able to picture. i value my ability to think, if i couldn't, what would i have? therefore, when something with an almost magical amount of idiocy falls before me. i mock it. i'm a bad person, i pick on those less fortunate than me, those who can't string competent thoughts together. i'm horrified by it. i can't imagine why 75% of our country writes about as well as i did in 2nd grade. so without further ado, i present, the writings of my roommate...

he asked me to print out a journal entry he had to write for his college writing class.. and well.. it's magical..

"My problem is I have a passion but cannot seem to make them working in practically in though what I can possibly do at the stage in life I am."

oh, right, i get you, i know what you mean, uhh, me too.

"That is something I need to learn, and will learn that through out college. Suppository that's the idea."

SUPPOSITORY?!?!

"I just love it, and he made such supplicated additions to the musical world which I embarrass in my paper by talking about the revounlutray changes he made and the impact he had on other composers and performers of the time and now."

i thank you for embarrassing the supplicated additions which are revounlutray. you are providing us with a valuable service.

"It's really incredible and better than TV. Don't get me wrong I love the TV, but I love the piano better, and it is very meaningful to me."

this means a lot, from a guy who watches trading spaces, the cosby show, and all in the family ALL THE DAMN TIME.

so please... embarrass your suppositories, hug your TV, and LEARN TO FUCKING WRITE.