Inappropriate Content: Basic Writings...

As you can probably guess, I'm borrowing my roommate's copy of "Basic Writings of Nietzsche." Recently, we had a visit from a Vice President at the corporate level (so much more influential than a Vice President at the national level) and, in the course of performing the ass-kissing duties that are my responsibility as an officer on Student Government, I was asked why I live in a "red phase" dorm room instead of a "gold phase" dorm room, where I could have a later curfew and 24-hour laundry and snack room access. In my view, less quality time with a Pepsi dispenser is a small sacrifice for a roommate who reads Nietzsche. People are more important than material things.

Which is why I'm a bit worried about my growing anti-social urges. I went down to the rec building tonight and was only able to stand five minutes of actually talking to people before I simply had to cut out and go find something, anything, to sit by myself and read. Sure, this led me to Nietzsche, but it's still worrying. I like to think that people like me, but I seem much more apt to be someone's casual acquaintance ("Hey, what's up? Good to see you!") than an actual friend ("Hey, I called you to say hi!"). Then again, the overly-analytical part of my brain assures me that everyone feels this inadequate.

Ach, I feel this turning into some sort of angst-ridden high-school sophomore's blog wailing that "no one understands me!" I have sworn a vow to put people who write like that to the sword. (As has Johnny.) So, on a positive note, I indulged is sick, horrible, materialistic greed today and—I'm sorry—went shopping at Wal-Mart. I had $80 in Wal-Mart Gift Cards, for reasons passing explanation, and no actual money, so it's the only way I could get gifts for my family.

Now I am being kicked off the computer, so I'll have to skip the insightful conclusion that weaves the Nietzsche and the Johnny and the Wal-Mart together to leave you with a deeply meaningful insight into life. But have a nice day anyway!