Terminal Preppie

Some of the best lyrics ever by, you guessed it, the Dead Kennedys.
Quite a simple song, but so fitting to that typical Preppy type that one can find, for example, all over my school. The only song that is even more fitting, is Little Boxes by Malvina Reynolds.
So I will post both, for your enjoyment.



I go to college
That makes me so cool
I live in a dorm
And show off by the pool

I join the right clubs
Just to build an impression
I block out thinking
It won't get me ahead

My ambition in life
Is to look good on paper
All I want is a slot
In some big corporation

John Belushi's my hero
I lampoon and I ape him
My news of the world
Comes from Sports Illustrated

I'm proud of my trophies
Like my empty beer cans
Stacked in rows up the wall
To impress all my friends
(Except that over here, replace the beer cans with vodka bottles, Absolut or Grey Goose or whatever is the most expensive "in" thing these days)

No, I'm not here to learn
I just want to get drunk
And major in business
And be taught how to fuck

Win! Win!
I always play to win
Wanna fit in like a cog
In the faceless machine

I'm a terminal terminal terminal preppie
terminal terminal terminal preppie
terminal terminal terminal terminal
terminal terminal terminal terminal

I want a wife with tits
Who just smiles all the time
In my centerfold world
Filled with Springsteen and wine

Some day I'll have power
Some day I'll have boats
A tract in some suburb
With Thanksgivings to host

I'm a terminal terminal terminal preppie
terminal terminal terminal preppie
terminal terminal terminal preppie

Pretty self explanatory.

Little Boxes




Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of tickytacky

Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course and drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

And you think, God, she is the biggest hypocrite ever. She's going to be a MED STUDENT, she's PART OF the bourgeoisie she so hates. SHE'S going to be the one playing golf soon. Well come on, do you seriously think that you can't be a med student with these views? I'm not studying medicine to get rich for fucks sake. I grew up in Germany, doctors here earn fuck all. A good plumber can earn as much as a doctor. I'm studying medicine because I'm INTERESTED. Because I like working with people, and because as corny as it sounds I want to help. Not even save lives... A doctor heals sometimes, relieves often and comforts always. I want to comfort. And of course because I'm a terrible approval seeker and quite insecure and believe my family will actually stop loving me if I don't become a doctor but yeah. Because I want to heal.
Also, I have turquoise hair!


Oh my God. I have a HUGE head. And I did not overexpose this photo... I'm just very, very pale. That's also, by the way, why this blog is called haemoglobin. I'm anaemic. And haemoglobin is my favourite word. And a beautiful molecule. In fact, I'm getting it tattooed on my arm as soon as I can afford it.

Bye bye