i will open with a bold statement:

coffee shops need printers.

let's continue with an incomplete list of things i may or may not have done:

i furnished my apartment for under $60.
my desk consists of a doctor's office chair and a filing cabinet.
i have read too many books this week, and don't expect this frantic feeling to cease until the end of the semester.
i live in an apartment where i have new and different things to worry about. here is an incomplete list within an already incomplete list of new and different things i worry about in my apartment:
i don't have to worry about trash day.
i do have to worry about pet sweeps.
i steal internet that only works sometimes.
stolen internet is totally worth it.
i don't have a back yard to let the dogs run.
i do have a front patio for eating lo mein on a recliner.
end: incomplete list within an incomplete list
i used my tax refund responsibly... so far.
i discovered a beautiful thing: $6 endless mimosas: sunday funday is now followed by adderol monday.



Meet Achiwa.

READ: An Exceptionally Difficult Class

January 24, 2010 1:38 PM

All:

All registrants should know that ENGL 4800 will be an exceptionally difficult class. We will cover some of the toughest poetry written in English as well as a number of Classical antecedents that demand intense focus and benefit from prior exposure. The pace will be brisk, and the lectures and discussions will be pitched "to the top of the class." If you are carrying an "A" average in ENGL and humanities classes, and if you realize going in that you'll need to work hard from Day One, you should be fine. If you're carrying a "B" average in ENGL and humanities course, you should be prepared to work harder than you've previously worked in an ENGL class--and you should realize that your average may take a beating. If you're carrying a "C" average or lower in ENGL and humanities classes, I suggest strongly that you drop this class, ASAP.

Be smart and be sensible. Thanks for listening.


((uh-oh))

do you have 45 minutes? how have you been? i don't care. back to me.



everything here is pre-nye. good luck. i've only given you 24 years. stop being so selfish.



i started going to hippie parties with my former and elder roommate lx. apparently when you bring someone that is a non-hippie, offensive, drunk, and under 30 years old, your popularity goes up 6 fold.

but these gigs are very hippie. discussing the bourgeoisie of seeds. owning the patent of seeds. copyrighting seeds. and keeping the origins of seeds secret. i didn't really understand it. ask your local hippie if you have 2 hours to spare. no one will talk about it here after the great hippie seed dispute of 2009...




driving home i saw 5 turkeys in my neighbors yard. they started eating some roadkill. then i realized they were actually vultures and that i'm retarded.



i moved out of dx's house. he's the only one i miss of the three. how can you dislike someone with friends this adorable?




i had some disagreements with a guy i was infanatically hopeful about. shortly before i left for xmas, we got into a heated argument over toilet paper and slammed doors. neither of which were present. needless to say, that tie has been cut, contact was made only to retrieve my obnoxiously orange hat. ((also read: no more tj's pizza, art fusion, or rubber gloves at all for that matter... le sigh))




made it back to the north country for the holidays. an awkward mix of pleasant and obnoxious. but far from pleasantly obnoxious. that's how i describe texas. being home is always a weird mix of guilt and inadequacy. though i don't feel it's uncommon, it doesn't make it easy.



i caught roughly ten thousand crappes... kept five. you're welcome, rice, minnesota.




and a big 'ol hug and thanks and love to dadx for being in charge of the baiting and filleting. that's boy work.



and an overdue reunion with the now-sober... sorta cxpx. we traded hats. i don't know.



cxpx picked up some dirty cross-dressing habits down in south padre.



the xmas loot was bountiful and also involved the awarding of the 2o09 pumpkin carving contest victor! this prestigious award is passed from the incumbent to the victor in as willing or unvoluntary manner as seen fit...









i revived my gayness for delis. maple chicken with pepperjack cheese on whole wheat jewish seeded rye... le sigh...



i'm about as gay for those deli sandwiches as i was for that spec of rainbow left of the sun.



started liking-but-far-from-seeing best friend's old roommate s-ox.... okay so we drunk-cuddled on like 4 different couches... a more awkward situation than the early homeboy phase. okay, i should bail now. i get it.
UPDATE:: he's 36 and lives with his dad. BAIL!




and this is me now. strung-out, long-haired, and fat-faced. it's all rosy skies and blue tomorrows from here.



what?