Doin' it like it needs to be done.

I haven't posted in a while because nothing has been happening.

Spring break is coming soon, and my wife is going to stay with me rather than taking her own seperate vacation, so that will be cool. Also, she is turning 21 in like, six days or something. That's soon.

I have decided that I am a pirate, so don't mess with me. I'll shiver your timbers or something.

See, two weeks or so, and that is all I have to say.

Does it matter how low my ears hang anyway?

I'm not exactly sure what's going on

Just keepin it real. For real.

So, the letter "r" has given me issues since conception, and if I am ever the ruler, it will be turned in to something else. I have not had time to think of what else yet. Dang, are you people never satisfied?

VD is coming pretty soon. That's valentine's day, by the way. I for one, will not be celebrating this year. I hear some people will be sitting in front of the television "entertaining themselves." It is an expensive holiday, and my loved ones are not the type to be offended if nothing comes their way. I have something like five hours until I have to go to work today, which means absolutely nothing to those of you who read this blahg, who I assume are few if any. Diggity!

I have my spring break planned out already, assuming that it will arrive. I'm gonna start early, on the last day of class before break I will finish class, go to work, and then when I get off, I'm going to the Dropkick Murpheys concert with some friends. I just recently found out about them, but they rock so hard. They appear to be socialists like me and they wish tthey were Irish, like me. It will be fun. Oh, and they're from the Boston. After the concert, I am D.D. so I am gonna drive my drunken amigos home and hit the hay. For the rest of the week it will be nothing but sleep, relaxation, work, homework, and sleep. My wife will be in New Orleans the whole week. I might even do some laundry. It is going to be great!

Color!

Sad Sam's turnin over in his grave! Get him some iodine, stat!

I am starting to miss all of my old friends. None of them live where I do, and we are all so busy now. It is just me and the wife and some new friends, but none of us have gotten all that close.

If you can't tell, I am a bit depressed right now. My pillows hurt my neck while I sleep and every time I go outside I expect machine gun fire or to be tackled from behind. I have two worries about this blog: either that nobody reads it and I am typing toward futility, or that the whole world reads it and laught behind my back. I will make no calls.

Anyone got a match?

Hit the deck

The title offers two opportunities to make dirty words. Not much to say today folks.

I have been assigned to write an experiential piece for my non-fiction class, and I am going to use the assignment to live out a fantasy I have had for a few months now -- homelessness. That's right, as of 5pm Friday your old pal here will be a homeless wanderer. I am hitching to a city and everything. Alright! I hope to be back by the time class starts Monday, but we can only hope so much. That's a full two days of bum life. I get to come up with a ginchy story about how my life fell apart and everything. My teacher is uneasy about my participation in this experiment, as is everyone else I have told about it, except one person. She seemed as excited as I did, which is cool. She is also the only person who has seen my tattoo who didn't need me to explain it to them. So I know that if I start writing and publishing stuff that makes absolutely no sense at all, there will be at least one person who understands it without asking.

No offense to those who don't.

So, as I said, short. No Iceland for you today, gentleman!

Today in poetry class, we read a poem that had been translated from French and was printed alongside its French original. The professor asked if anyone in the class spoke French, I was the only one to raise my hand. She asked me to read it aloud. I was the only one in the class who spoke French. Its like printing Braille. Fa-hoo!

An armband in Braille, parenthesis around my nipples, can anyone think of any more ironic tattoos?