Under the bridge.

Today I stepped out of my shower and I thought to myself...

"Who the fuck the vice president of America again?"

Now, there are various things wrong with this.

1. Starting on an elementary level, is it Vice President, or vice president? [Just looked it up, Vice President is correct.] There is no reason for me to doubt my ability to structure a sentence using basic grammar. I am an educated individual, or so I thought. I am beginning to question this now.

2. The election happened in 2008. It is 2009. I should not have forgotten who the Vice President is a year later- especially since I was on people's dicks getting them to register to vote, attending political rallies, and the like.

3. Though after 2 seconds I quickly remembered Mr. Joe Biden is our VP, I cannot remember much else about him. Who is this man? Yea, he's a senator from Delaware. I know little else about this fellow. Also, earlier in class today my ITALIAN teacher asked who the AMERICAN president was during the recovery and I said President Johnson. Why? I don't know, I don't even know what Johnson did. Was this man even relevant? I mean he was kinda just in office at first due to an assassination. 40 years after the recovery. Me answering "Johnson" to that question is really just outrageous. [The correct answer is F.D. Roosevelt. Don't kid yourself, you didn't know either. And I still didn't know after being told, remembered wrong, and just re-edited this a week later]

This is really disgusting. I am disgusted with myself. America is a pretty huge nation. In 2007, our population passed 300,000,000... I remember the day this occurred actually, I was sitting in first hour psych. For such a huge crowd of gringos, we require quite a few leaders. Of these countless leaders, I can basically only name the President, his VP, and the Speaker of the House. I am honestly not sure who the governor of my own state is. I couldn't tell you the names of my senators. I don't know what laws are being passed or disputed down in the Sunshine State.

Ask me what I spent the last handful of hours doing?

So glad you asked! I Youtubed reggaeton and facebooked. Did this improve my life IN ANY WAY AT ALL? Nope. In fact, I'm pretty sure all it did was score me some serious chonga points. Living in Europe and being pinpointed as a savage Americana has thrown me into this cycle of feelings... First, I felt angry upon being called out for being ignorant. I felt this was a generalization, and I was somehow above this, better informed then the common being. Then I felt frustrated I couldn't somehow prove this- prove I was smarter, and better represent the education I had received... I felt it was somehow my responsibility to do so. After accepting it maybe couldn't hurt to learn a few new things, I then began a quest to somehow expand my knowledge. I tried to soak it all in, dip my toes into the pool of the universe's wisdom, and I thought I got a little wet. Now, I have realized, I am legitimately a just moron. What upsets me most about this is I wasn't always this way. I cannot be blissful in my ignorance because I am unfortunately painfully aware of it. Once upon a time, I used to talk the talk- have something resembling a brain plopped in my skull. It now is being replaced with complete filth. Total gar-bageeee.

I am weary of the American excuse of college. When did college become an excuse to completely waste away everything?! Brain cells. Money. Morals. Decency. Is CNN on my topsites? Hell no, but textsfromlastnight.com is, of course. That is just pathetic. I am an official member of the cult of FMLife, Oodles of Noodles, and Beer Pong. People who throughly enjoy being stupid. ENJOY IT. Snuggle with it. Act like it's something to be proud of. Put lyrics from "I love college" on their favorite quotes. WHY CAN YOU QUOTE ASHER ROTH? Can you quote Frederick Nietzsche? Can you even spell Frederick Nietzsche? You can probably say the alphabet backwards though because at some point you heard you might have to prove sobriety.

I miss being smart.

I'm not even going to heckle anyone into reading this by "sharing it" on my facebook. After the thousands of borderline reportable pictures, quarts of saliva, and bottle after bottle of 40's I have seen, I think enough has been SHARED. Read this if you like. Pity me in my downfall, in my spiraling tumbling into the depths of mental emptiness.

I am so deprived of nourishment.

FEED MY BRAIN.