Get me a giant cookie and a novelty coffee mug, it's my last day.

Note: Maybe further explination is in order.

I have not been active recently and I don't see myself having the time to remain active in the near future. If my life looses momentum, I may come back, be it slightly cranky, but right now it's just not my scene.
It's not you SG, it's me. I love you but I'm not in love with you. I need some time for me, etc.
You're all good folks and for whoever wants to stay in contact, my email is Mr_Buzzamer@hotmail.com

almost there

So I'm unloading some worldly posessions, including a coveted ticket for this years SG Prom. I feel it's only right to give SF folks who missed their window first dibbs.

It's been a very eye opening last few days. All I'm saying is, I have a new found love of astronomy...

Tonight is Guitar Wolf night. Rock.

Today is realy fucking warm. I think I left a box of colored candles in my back seat. I suspect that by now my back seat is festive and water resistant.

You know when you take a nap from 7-8:30 after sleeping about a total of 10 hours over the last 4 days and you wake up to the phone ringing but when you pick it up it's a dial tone and suddenly you think everyone is out to get you? The rest of the day is glazed with that unique post-nap surreal quality, of which the only way to reset you brain is to go back to bed and sleep until morning. Of course you still have a lot of shit to do so you postpone reclaiming your sanity and just deal with everything feeling off for the rest of the evening just hoping you aren't exposed to the wrong individuals in your current state.

Hey cool, I got my prom tickets in the mail.

Today's Agenda

school

run

work

Build super fantastic fort out of all of friends blankets and half of their furniture

wander around Treasure Island in the middle of the night looking for pirates

Progress at 125% Bonuses completed: 1

Perfecting the art of being a hermit or recluse is only a profitable usage of your time if you have long term plans to be as such. After years of secluding myself among a handful of familiar faces, occasionally crawling into more populated venues only to play distant and aloof, I have come to the conclusion that I have deprived myself important and potentially irretrievable experiences. The more adjusted one becomes with seclusion the more difficult it becomes to break those habits and learn to behave otherwise. I'd rather be a hermit once I have lived and believe I know what's out there then be one because I have eliminated all other choices. I think I'm finally starting to dig this whole "being alive" thing.

(So If I like don't update for a while, or disappear or something, it's most likely a good thing.)

The German electricians are going to be here all week. I really need to get over my irrational fear of showering while they are in the house. I'm sure the poor bastards in my Math class will fully support this desicion... That is if they have noticed. They probably think I'm just becoming more "indie".

I shot a short 8mm film yesterday about a guy who while distracted on the phone cuts off his toes with toenail clippers. I can't decide between the titles "Problems a Foot" or "Clip Clip Drip". Maybe I'll title it both, as if it were an episode of Rocky and Bullwinkle.

Question to yesterdays Answer of the Day: Have you been flossing?

Todays Answer of the Day: "Livingston"