a lot to say about very litte.

• on self loathing
  in recent months, i have come to hate asian people. i dare be so bold as to say that asians are the new black people. they are loud and obnoxious, wear bright colors in hopes of attracting mates of the opposite sex and have a highly overestimated sense of their own abilities to dance.
  
  asian people who skate annoy me the most. especially when girls do it and wear dunks. except for a select few, probably japanese, girls don't skate. they do it to impress other boys who wear skin tight jeans and purple vans eras.
  
  along these lines, i wore a pair of jordan xiii's to school the other day, only to have holes pierced through me by the eyes of random chink faggots all throughout the day. uci kids seriously have a staring problem. it's like, look here you cock holster, turn your fucking head the other way, get in your little stupid riced out honda accord that was handed down from your older sister, who is actually doing something in life with her PhD from Berkeley, listen to your circa survive, or whatever band or artist you claim to have been down with since day one, drive to your little chink girlfriend's house, who hides her ugliness through the deceptive used bleached hair and designer logo monograms, and why don't you do us all a favor and each take 5 shots of bleach.
  

• on racism
  despite my prior comments, i am not a racist. i just feel that i am a true believer of stereotypes, based simply on the fact that they are, in most cases, very accurate. is it not true that asian people can't drive? are jewish people not excellent financial planners and advisors due to their miserly characteristics? can we really prove that black people don't love watermelon? people take exception to stereotypes because they are honest. they reveal the ugly side of their heritage that society, at large, is not supposed to attribute them, at least in public.
  
  
• on academics
  i finally get it. a degree doesn't mean that you have become proficient enough in a certain concentration of scholastic endeavor that a board of old, rich white dudes see fit to honor you with recognition, and then have the governator sign off on it. no, it doesn't mean that at all. a degree is a carrying card that you earn, that tells people, potentially employers, that, "hey, i'm just barely not stupid enough to have gone through 4 years (6 in my particular case) and hundreds of thousands of dollars applying myself to a set list of curriculum to ensure to you, my potential employer, that i'm not a complete dumbshit, you can probably feel pretty safe hiring me."
  
  because honestly, anybody can buy the books that we buy and teach themselves this shit, you don't need some underpaid and underappreciated college professor or starving grad student to instill the obvious, it does help though. in other words, a degree is something that shows people, your parents, your relatives, the people who gossip about you, your employer, whoever, that at least you accomplished something in your life and are therefore eligible to be given the opportunity to join the workforce. it's a rite of passage.
  
  there are, however, cases where i am completely in the wrong, which is more often than not. there really are people out there who are good at what they do, and use their degree to the fullest of its potential.
  
  last night, i attended the web launch (aren't i just everywhere these days?) of the literary journalism department of UCI's, of which I am a proud student of, first ever magazine that features collections of its student writers, KIOSK. i listened to the readings of some of the writers featured and those guys write amazingly. it's a very humbling experience. it's a shame that i will probably never find a prose or story as powerful as theirs. true dedication to their profession and art.
  

• on fashion
  i now realize that in years prior, my sense of fashion, or lack thereof, was missing a certain amount of subtlety. you shouldn't dress for other people, but we are all guilty of it. in doing so, one shouldn't force upon others fancy designer names, brands or colors. it's just tacky, now that i think about it.
  
  i've grown to appreciate simplicity in clothing. fit and quality now take priority of brand and price. that's not to say i'm still not broke, but i can still dress like i'm not.
  
  i've noticed that all the trendy kids like to get all dressed up now with the peacoats and vests. it's kinda disheartening. but, like the allover print hoody, it will soon blow over and the status quo of jolly rogers, chucks and dry denim will prevail.
  
  on that note, do you like bougie, overpriced designer denim? do you like not having to pay retail for them? me too. come hang out with me here tomorrow.
  
  i wanted to get into some philosophical stuff but i'll save that for next time i guess. it's finals time and i have a review to run to. peace up.