Poist-Rock Appreciation Thread

Yeah. You get that.
I don't though, I can't be bothered pumping up the tires on my bike anymore so I just take long walks.

Yeah. You get that.
I don't, because the beach is at least a 2 hour walk away, and it doesn't really evoke thoughts of "hay, so pritty!".
So instead I go for walks on the local suburban footpaths instead, looking at houses, the local shopping center, and people yelling at me from their car because I look weird.

I'm supposed to write an essay on a person who has influenced my life and so I'm writing about how awesome Hugh Hopper is.  

Shakespeare wrote: Yeah.

I think I've physically lost the ability to make myself work.  

No, just an atrophied work ethic.  

Yeah right.  I aught to unplug the internet, that'll probably help.  

Well, I did get it done by unplugging the ethernet cable.  It's one of my worst essays ever, and I've written some REALLY BAD essays before (such as my 10-page research paper which was only actually 6.5 pages and lacked a thesis statement).  Doesn't matter, though, because it's some lame class (like Planning) that doesn't factor into your GPA and is based on some retarded perception of our "future."  

You should have seen that research paper.  I needed to write a 10-12 page research paper on "the American character" (whatever the hell that means).  I wrote 6.5 pages, 2.5-spaced it, pushed in the margins, and increased the size of my punctuation to finally push it just barely onto the 10th page.  I had no thesis statement, and I proved nothing; basically, I just rambled about whatever came to mind.  I cited a grand total of two pieces of literature and a Frank Zappa album.  The teacher really liked me and gave me an 85 (coincidentally, when he asked me a few days before he graded it what grade I wanted, I said "I would be absolutely thrilled with an 85").  I deserved like a -3 for that paper.  

"The title of my book is A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swift. As this is the third time you’ve read this, I’ll just mention how my book is about eating babies and hopefully that should be a significant enough catalyst to jog your memory. In slightly more detail, the Irish are poor, the English don’t care, Austria and Hungary were still several years from becoming a dual nation, and to be completely blunt I’ve all but run out of historical events to compare this book to. This is called a disclaimer, which means I can get away with more. Did I mention how nice you look today?"

 

I'm still awaiting my mark on that one.