I start school again tomorrow.
Haven't been in a year.
20 credits till I get my degree.
For some reason it has taken me this long.
I think the reason is that I have learned so much more out of the University then I have in it.
Now, don't get me wrong-I like going to school and the University experience (the art student experience - not the frat boy experience).
Or maybe the reason it that I am lazy....
(me lazy?....never)
Or maybe it is that I am doing what I always wanted to do with out having a degree?
But goddamn- only 20 credits left to go.
Well here is to all those going back to school this semester-
nose to the grind stone
pedel to the metal
r o c k in the usa
hot for teacher, motherfucker

Shit on Mondays:

1.couldn't sleep after 5 am
2.could sleep after 7am and did-woke up
late.
3.got a fucking speeding ticket for going
5 mph over the limit.
4.arrived at work late.
5.boss is in bad mood (not because of
me, but I didn't help.)

shit,shit,shit................fuck.

ok!
with that out of the way. i did have a great fucking weekend. saw old friends, got paid for a catolog shoot i did, saw good bands and was interviewed for tv. now if i could just get this ticket fixed, register for school before friday, buy a new lens and laptop before i go on tour, in 3 weeks everything will be just motherfucking peachy.

fuck all ......................

(that was not very nice of me.)

sorry.




fuck it.

(now, that's better)

Absinthe. I got to drink real fucking absinthe for my birthday. Thank you jo-jo for bringing me back the green fairy from Spain.

Anyone else ever enjoy the green stuff?

Ok. Monday is my birthday. I beleive I am going to start celebrating tonight. Anyone have a problem with that?......yeah I knew you wouldn't. So if you see me out from now until Tuesday buy me a beer or maybe I'll buy you a beer or maybe we will just sing a song of love and loss and the high sea we be riden' ARRRRRRRRRR.

So hold it down for me cause I won't be able to. He's to you and me.

Post Script: Friday
Someone bought me the SG Book. I came today. Great birthday present.

So I did not go to see Reel Big Fish because half way there (on top of the Mississippi River Bridge, in Baton Rouge, in the middle of a traffic jam) my girlfriend breaks up with me. So, not wanting to spend the next 6 hours with her I turned around, went back to Lafayette, drop her ass off and went home. Fuck.

Reel Big Fish motherfuckers

House of Bluse, New Orleans
Monday

Be there or don't be there.
But, I will be there, representing with
my sg tee.

Woke up this morning to the sound of my mom leaving a somber and vague message ("hey, call me back as soon as you get this.") It is the kind of tone someone uses when they are about to tell you that someone you know has died.

Well, no one is dead. (yet)

My little cousin last night got sucker punched by a fucking grown man and now is in surgery for blood clots in his brain. FUCK. What is wrong with people?
Does everything have to be taken so fucking seriously that situations end up with cops and hospitals? What every happen to letting shit go?

Well, I know he is a tough kid. He'll pull through. The person I am worried about is my Uncle. If he finds the guy before the cops do, my uncle will kill this guy himself.

I want to be here, I want to be there, I need to be every where.Can't stop, must go need, need, need. Must produce, must finish, must start again. Need to be there, do this, can't quit. Have to, Have to, Have to...burn, flame, explode, live, live, live. I love to live. I love tearing though life pushing, moving, creating......................(yeah!)

well it is offical. i have sold my soul. i now sport a faux hawk and i love it. i look good. fuck all.

oh and have i ever expressed my love for P.J. Harvey. she rocks my socks.