I finally started my underground poetry circle, but it’s so underground that nobody knows about it. And telling people about my poetry circle is definitely selling out to the man. Matilda and I broke up, not that we were actually dating. Her impetus? She found Miley Cyrus tracks on my iPod. I told her I […]
Ew, Greek Week. I cannot stand the sight of frat boys playing sports in public. Look at them… hanging out with friends, laughing in the sunshine, getting plenty of exercise. That’s so lame. I am alone, smoking a cigarette, and suffering through my tight pants. Obviously, I am better than them. Last week sucked. I […]
My name is Sebastian and I have a passion for fashion. You may ask, “How can I, a humble Onward State reader, even try to compete with the styles of Sebastian Noir?” Well you can’t. But go ahead and try. When I manage to crawl to class, I’d rather see a ragtag of wannabe hipsters […]
I prefer posting on Mondays, but I needed time to recover from that god-awful performance known as Movin’ On. What’s worse than shitty mainstream music? Shitty mainstream music from five years ago. Whatever. I finally got that tattoo of a little black dot on my right hand. Matilda asked me if I always had that […]
That soiree on Saturday was moderately enjoyable and definitely postmodern. Matilda, my part-time girlfriend, threw a disco-coke party in her loft apartment. Every worthwhile party needs a quirky name, and Matilda chose LagerBloggerHideaway, since she live-blogged the whole powwow from her MacBook. Remember my Chromeo/Diana Ross mashup? I burned several copies and distributed them to […]
Since Chad started blogging for Onward State, a disgruntled bohemian has been inundating his MySpace mailbox with caustic conversation. To end the onslaught and offer Chad more chill time, Onward State has allowed Sebastian to inform us of his postmodern existence. My name is Sebastian, not that it matters. Names are lies that our parents […]