Current mood:	confused
Current music:	My CS105 students typing

So it's been a frickin while, huh?
So... Various scoops? nah... Do I really wanna tell you folks anything about what's going on? Not really... but falling off the face of the earth (however tempting), is not exactly my cup of draino. School is going well (hey, at least I got something going for me, right?)... I am now old: 23 (since Tuesday). I need to go to California, like really really badly. I haven't had a single regular dream in like months, I think the last one was about 24 foot cocks swimming (which has found it's way into a popular poem). So I've been having these weird dream snippets - and you always show up (no, probably not you...). I've been crying myself to sleep (really, I have) - and I've been crying when I wake up in the morning (good thing I can fight it off for the remainder of the day). Something needs to break this monotony, so like I said: I need to go to California, really really badly... No, I won't be working on my plan to assasinate the Governor (I won't mention his name, but, "Who is your daddy, and what does he do?" - yeah...). Yep, Cali, where people are convinved that they know how to party, and say gobbleajew when you sneeze past them on the street - where the sun sets at a reasonably late hour and I don't have to deal with all of you fucks at the league office telling me that I SHOULD be in Cali ... Fuck this, I'm going - dropping out for an attempt at happiness? Goat cheese on everything? MUST I always dream and see your face? Oh it's so hard to forget such happy times when you're in such a shitty mood. Any takers? Anyone wanna grab a hold of this frying pan and just bash my head right in? Come over after you haven't seen me for days to discover that it is physically possible to drown yourself in a toilet? I mean, sure, you gotta put a lot more water in the fucker - or have all of your buddies come and pee in it without flushing ... that's always real nice - to see those intermingling streams like oil in water, swirls of yellow, maybe a touch of orange from someone's antibiotics... Yeah, what is your deal huh little miss orange piss? I mean, you started this whole fucking thing, and you're the only reason why the Cali-call makes me well up like waters - but I am as righteous as a mighty stream... drown yourself in a toilet of your friends' piss. And you know, up until recently, I was convinced that I had some. Bring it on... at this point I could be caught in the crossfire, riddled with mind-bullets intended for a yak 200 yards past me, and I'd probably keep on going, reaching for some goal that I'm still skeptical about its existance. Gurgle, gurgle, explode. I would miss this too much. Kiss me.