I'm supposed to be declining a noun and reading books and doing things like that. Ok I guess I will but first I'd like to take a moment to say that


Well I had something to say and then it left. I'll just say something like

HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY YA'LL or something.

This blog is for my posterity. So my children will know that on January 11, 2010, I was wishing the people who read my blog (nobody) a good day.

I'm like a humanitarian or something. Sometimes.

I'm updating SO MUCH LATELY

But I just feel like.

You know when Ritchie Tenenbaum is messing up that tournament play? And he has one shoe off and keeps staring into the stands?

I feel like that a lot. Just. All nerves.

And then I worry about if I'm too crazy on the internet. If I'm internet crazy. If people reading this think I'm crazy. Or complain or whine too much.


Even this is making me crazy. I'm not crazy. I just REALLY REALLY like to liveblog my life.

I'm so culturally insignificant that it's insane. Maybe that's a good thing. Look at how big of a fool Perez Hilton is.

Sigh, note to self: don't get angry at yourself because you're not a writer for the The Awl, because you don't have a lot of money, because you're not a published novelist, because you're not a musician, because you can't figure out how to shut your mind up.

Kthankx. BYE

St. Augustine used to be like

Festina lente.

But screw that. I'm like Festina Alwaysus. That's latin.

Cause I been tired and hopeful

I decided to rephrase my last post.

I will now just say: Hip Hop's forever.

Why can I only listen to the Weezer 8-Bit tribute album? And it's not even like I'm listening to the whole thing. I can only listen to the songs that came off of Pinkerton. Ohhhh man, stop this life! I can't afford to be crazy obsessive savant boy right now. I can't afford to sit wikipedia-ing my favorite bands for HOURS. I can't afford to think things like, "Maybe now is a good time to get into underground comix." Right now, my brain should be thinking, "Ok, time to learn Latin and Swedish this semester!"

It's just so tough to readjust! I was only home for 13 days or so, but it was like. Oh hello real world. Let me live in you.

Is it so bad that I just want to live in New York and have friends who get it and read books, internets, artist statements, watch Style Wars, look at art, become a jerk, and then die? Is that so bad?

Thank you BYE

After a month of solid living, constantly in control, or seemingly in control, or no control, it'll be tough to walk back into class and try and figure out how to slow it down a little bit.

I got better grades last semester. I'm realizing how terrible of a student I really am at heart. 2.75 GPA? Ok, whatever. At least I'm taking some lit theory classes next semester.

Being home is a head trip. I'm trying my very hardest not to just lay in bed all day reading books and listening to music forever. Death to the infidel who stole my mp3 player.

And as a final note to 2009: you were the year that made me realize I could get some truly fantastic google analytics results.