Up to speed

Polka plays in background at Baines.

My internet is down. So I'm here.

T-2 for the whole school business.

Felt like I was in some collegiate prison last year.

Now I feel like I need to kill someone to get back in.

POP POP!

Listening in about how America has been taken over by Satan. Duh, could have told you that. I think the Devil may be a great painter.

Had conversation with Jude about who his favorite painter is. Answer: "Have you ever been to the modern art museum? They make art out of cabinets."

"I dig modern art."

I'm searching for bigger and better music, but right now I'm just craving bluuuuueeeeegraaaassssss. Yessir!

Wrote a story last night about going to the coast. Total nostalgia coma. It felt good until my computer crashed. It's hard to be inland.

I hope you can follow this.

Sister has friends over. It's lonely here. People are employed at leaving and going away. I'm employed at drinking coffee (which I have taken back up, next thing you know it will be cigarrettes and the banjo) and paying taxes.

Finished Lolita, made me cry. You know you're a good author when you can make someone cry about statutory rape. Or it could have been a good seasonal cry, or the fact I haven't ran. Or the fact it is sad. What a drag.

Starting the Princess Bride, thinking about starting some design collages. I'm no good at art. But I can foist it (vocab word).

What if my English teacher found out I had a blog? She'd be hip with it. Same women has a bumper sticker in honor of Bruce Springstein on the back of her Jeep. I'm pretty sure I'm the only kid to get that reference in the last 10 years.

Shooting camp finished (looks at watch) Thursday, worthless watch, lots of fun, played some backyards water pong, or at least watched some. Got in a fight about Obama and how 'they be taken' all mah guns away'. Something like that.

Lanyards are for lame fools.

I'm employed at breaking necks.

Come visit. I'm going to hide and move in with somebody at their dorm room. I miss college kids.

You're right Todd, it's going to be a long year.

New art form (from the princess bride?), filling balloons with paint and the shooting them, for practice, I think fun, yes!

I'm addicted to my new Colt pistol, fashoooore.