Bullocks and Donut Phlegm

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My throat is clogged with donut phlegm. If you must know why, our group in History won donuts for our outstanding artistic portrayal of the Arctic. Which, as the English would say, is bullocks. I think the Shield group should have won; Aaron put much more work into his folder. But I still relish my donut phlegm like the gluttonous knob I am.

I don't like this punk rock, angst-teen, and woe-is-I attitude these days. I admit, some of the punk outfits coming out are quite swell. I saw some exceptionally dandy Hello Kitty striped arm warmers the other day that I was on the verge of procuring... I'll buy them sometime, most likely, and I'm straying from my point. Real Goth-punk is British and mangy. They aren't ostentatious. Some of them play up the 'dark and sexy' stereotype pretty damn well. Real punk isn't popular. Hell, I'm not punk. I'm preppy and I don't pretend to be anything else. I don't blame half of today's teenage-population leaning their preference to the style. Because; like the self-conscious fast-food manager population, many of them don't have a sense of self and confidence in their daily life. They don't have a backbone to straighten. This is the phase every carbon-body goes through where they find out who they are and where they fit in the world. But does that mean they have to be all morose if it becomes 'popular'?

I'm still discovering who I am, but for certain I can say that I am NOT punk rock. That may put me at odds, but so be it. I'm not going to jump off a bridge if George does. Well... maybe if George did, but I wouldn't for anybody else.

Depressing people get on my nerves, especially masochists who slice themselves for fun. It's inscrutably selfish to be suicidal. Narcissistic bastards. They don't know the real definition of 'woe'. I don't know the real definition of 'woe', but I do know about happiness. The world is tinted yellow I'm so damn merry.

In short, don't pretend to be someone you're not. The most you can do with that attitude is become a manager at McDonalds.