i havent updated in a while, but really, what new things is there to say? School and work goes on everyday, my room gets messy and then i clean it, then it gets messy again, and then i clean it, etc... I'll be in southern california again soon. Thats all for now.

You're Libya!

It seems that these days, you just say things to get attention.
Shock value is the really important thing for you now. You used to have
a cause, and this made you seem like a threat to the established order, but now you
just want to say wacky stuff once in a while. Air travel doesn't really mesh
with your lifestyle, and you'd probably scare the security guards somehow
anyway.
Take
the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid

Voting is yummy

The election is only nine days away, and I have to pee. (one of these things is very important. Can you guess which one?) It's an interesting time to be alive. I suppose all times are, and after all, we don't know what's coming so as far as we know in ten years it will be an even more interesting time to be alive and this year will seem quaint. But I digress (and will again soon), The upcoming election is monopolizing the air and radio waves, as well it should, and I find myself trying to avoid programs that consist of endless conjecture about who will win. I can hardly watch "The Daily Show" anymore. It's probably more than just the election I'm tired of. School is becoming boring and repetitive, more than usual that is, and my professors just seem to want to hear themselves talk. What's a high class guy like myself to do? CHEESE!!!!. Every time I watch the news they have pundits spewing forth an endless stream of puss and puss-like substances, which in some circles I guess passes for intelligent discussion. And they always seem to be saying the same thing: "unless you're a straight white attractive and or rich male, you're going to going to be shat upon and then covered with bees that sting you with those bee stingers that bees usually have." It makes me sick. Well its either them or the shots of rum and vodka I had last night. (note: do not make up rule "must take two shots when you pull out a blank jenga block" while playing jenga with alcohol nearby). Anyway, to my point, and I do have one, most of the time life sucks, that is unless you have great friends. I have been lucky enough to have been blessed (humm..don't like that word, to much religiousosity. let's use......."jaabor-ed" yes....jaabor-ed) I have been lucky enough to have been jaabor-ed with a few select, very unique, friends. I don't think I really give them the credit they deserve. Most of my humor, tasteless and otherwise, is often derived from our conversations and their observations about life, liberty and the pursuit of cheese. I know I talk a lot of shit, but my friends ARE the shit. I' m only cool 'cause of them, and I don't care if all this blabering is making me sound like a weak little wet nurse who cries while watching her stories, 'cause my friends kick ass damnit, and I want to be sure that they know it. Life would truly be unbearable if it weren't for you guys (..girls...Undecideds....)
Rock on!


P.S. I have many friends for whom all I said is true, but there are two in particular (you know who you are) that shine as beacons of all that is good about humanity, for you, an extra helping of cheese and another Rock On!


P.P.S. I just checked my fridge, and I'm out of cheese. damn.

I had a dicussion/argument the other day with people at work about artists. i said all artists are self-centered to a certain degree, and this isnt really a bad thing. two other people said that what i said wasnt true and a good artisit can be selfless, and that i was over generalizing. Your Thoughts?? please, record them in my guestbook

My cable bill is addressed to a Mr. Faldana. what the hell. It's personal when someone really Fucks up your name like that. I have enough trouble with people mis-pronouncing my name already without these Fuckers getting the entire First letter wrong (not just part of the First letter, the whole damn thing) What is wrong with these people? Perhaps i should just skip out on the First bill and say, "well i never got a bill. no, im not Mr. Faldana" Goddamn Cocks Cable (Cox Cable)

X is for Mr.X

Cindy, a small girl, 5 years old this October, carried on conversations with a one "Mr.X" online for over two weeks before her mother found out and promptly canceled their internet sevice, but not before severly punishing cindy by locking her in the pantry with moldy bread and old potatoes for at least one hour.

W is for Walkabout

Isabell left her home one morning for a Walkabout and never came back

V is for Venus

Robert Freedul of South Fork, Minn. swears by "his mother's freshly dug grave" that there is life on the planet venus. Robert says that these aliesn take the form of small fowers that look like beetles.

So a couple of things to mention.
First, things have calmed down a bit and have settled into a semi-comfortable, albeit precarious, rhythm. I am still looking for a new place to live, but it isn't a paramount concern anymore.
I've donated my non-functioning car to charity and good riddance. That thing has never given me anything but trouble, and it's about time I cut my losses.
School is going alright. Although recently a professor graded an informal piece of writing I did, and only gave me a "B" He said it was a good critical, against-the -grain reading, but that perhaps it was a little too obvious. So I guess it was "obviously against the grain". Is that possible? I guess so. I think he was being unduly harsh, after all it was informal and not supposed to be a essay worthy bit of writing.
I saw the film "Garden State" and while it was a really good film, and I recommend that y'all go see it, I thought it was maybe a little too aware of its own quirkyness. Like it was trying too hard to be a strange, quirky, precious film. But I still really enjoyed it and thought it was well made. I wouldn't mind owning the DVD.
In other news, I am beginning to feel the stress of my last semester. I have a final Project to write, and although it is only 25 pages, it feels like a daunting task. This in addition to all the work I need to do to apply to grad schools.
So that's about it. I recently noticed that I need to finish my alphabet, so I'll be getting on that soon, but otherwise I hope everyone is having a good time doing whatever they are doing. Unless they're killing someone, then in that case I hope they feel like hell.