I noticed that I have a bad habit of thinking about things that have nothing to do with what I'm studying. Suddenly I'll get to the end of the page and try to recall what I have read... but all I can recall is me thinking about making plans for other future activities.

For example, I will spend 10 minutes reading a few pages and not be able to recall anything I just read... but I will specifically recall ideas I had come up with for recording music better... or new ideas of things I should draw... or thoughts about how our band will change when Jeremy gets back... or deciding what day I'm least busy so that I can find time to pick up spraypaint. :( ...and I can't help but think of these things when they pop into my head!!!


I'm fucked.

It's just that Tay used fuck in the past tense and I figured I'd fill in the gap for present and future you see....

Wait...that sounded dirtier than I thought after I took the time to read it.... Damn, ah well.

I'm fuckin'




freezing that is.





Not too bad, yourself? Or should I say will fuck? Just kidding. Really. You didn't hear it from me.

Hi, I'm fucked. How are you?

Four posts in a row? That's a faux-pas!!!
Like instead of Train 48, watching Oprah!!!

Yo P methinks I'm bein too mean
Y'see I'm more stressed now than I've been
But Itz all the damn textbooks I've seen.
I gotta study Anthro shit about Aberdeen,
who gives two-shits 'bout rock-village scenes?!?

notice I'm biting your style?
4 lines-per rhyme all the while?
Doing so now makes me smile
just kuz I'm evil and vile.

Then again, what will you do?
Your rhymes stink more than my poo.
Now it's a battle,
I've stolen your rattle,
Is baby gonna cry bout that too?

Somehow I switched to a lim'rick,
but I guess I'll maintain it for this trick-
not up my sleeve?
I don't deceive!
rabbits in hats? I'm allergic!

I steal P's respect once again,
by biting his style I offend,
I do it because it is mocking
just like repeating him when talking.

I tend to do that a lot;
an echo of him (in earshot),
except that I repeat it more whiney.
Worried? Now way! He's so tiny.

So what'll you do, will you bring it?
Open your mouth and I'll sting it...
If there were King bees I would be one,
whereas Percy would just be a peon.

Y'know pigeons are also doves;
'rock-doves' to be exact,
but nobody actually loves
dem' city birds, that's a fact.

Peace to all the doves
who look above and write of
sweet things, hand and glove
with brotherly love.