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Heh... Guess I'm rather predictable, ehh? *sigh*

Got the refrain from a song stuck in my head...
*banging head with t-square* get out, get out, get out!

Oh, that's the way it is, you've gotta roll with the punches,
Oh, that's the way it goes, you've gotta bend when the wind blows.
You live, you learn, you crash, you burn; it's hit or miss
That's the way it is..

*goes back to howling at the ceiling*
- K.

Morons. All of them.

So I get a bill in the mail from the college, right?
This is to be expected.
The thing that was not expected was that they had NO financial aid listed.
None.
So I mosey myself over to the Financial Aid office and ask them where they get their crack, because obviously they've got to be smoking the good shit if they expect me to pay the whole bill sans aid.
THey don't know about crack, but the lady who spoke little broken english tried to assure me that they would try to get the aid packages out before the bills went out.
*Baaarrouuuph?*
*insert confused/annoyed Kragore look here*
Well, funny that, the bill is sitting on my kitchen table, and there's no aid package in sight. I get bundled away with reassurances that it will be in the mail soon.

Morons. If they think I'm going to pay my bill without seeing a aid package materialize, they're smoking better crack than my tuition can afford.

Off to drown my sorrows in a roastbeef and horseradish sandwich... *mmmm...*

- K.

Hmm...

We used to have an exercise in school where the teacher would walk around with a big paper bag. You stuck your hand in, pulled something out, didn't show it to anyone, wrote a poem about it, and the other people in the class had to guess.

This morning I decided I wanted to write about something seemingly insignificant, and I thought about that exercise.
As I sat and tried to write, though, the object started to seem less and less insignificant, as if by my very attention it grew more important. And so that spun me off thinking that perhaps people are much like insignificant bits. The more we pay attention to them, the more power they gather.
This got me to thinking that maybe we have more of a hold over just how influential people get by our simply paying attention to them; i.e. OJ Simpson. Had a lot of pull when lots of people payed attention to him, but then once we stopped tracking his every move, he's lost a substantial amount of power/clout/pull, what have you.

And so this spun off the thought that, much like insignificant things that have a certain amount of power, people can also be thrown away as easily as say, a paperclip.
Which brought me back to current global social stratification. We (the big global we,) toss down potentially really intelligent people in favor of the morons every day. Why? We know they're not necessarily the right choice, but we do it anyway.
What explains those that gather power without attention, though? What other variable is in play?

This comes of taking too many damn philosophy classes, I'm sure...

- K.

PS- As far as Mr. Berkley was concerned, if he couldn't see me, I didn't exist, so none of this really matters anyway...*said with a not-so-sane gleam in her eye*

*growl*

Dunno why; it's just cathartic.
I just want to sit here and howl 'till I can't anymore.
AAaAaaaaOooUuuuu!

Then I'll just snarl at people and growl. I'll snap at them if they get to close.
.....rrrrrrrrRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrr......

I think the chinese-water-torture style of re-roofing the building is finnaly getting to me.
*buzzzzzz* *bangbangbang* *buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
I feel like I'm sitting in a industrial dentist's office...

GGGGGggggrrrraaaahhhhh!

- K.