bad day. i went to bed last night with what i thought was a couple of zits near my lip, which isn't that uncommon, i have random breakouts all the time, but when i woke up this morning, they were big and pus filled, no zit that i've ever seen.

long story short, i went to student health services and saw a doc, fucking turns out i have herpes!

WHAT THE FUCK!?!

seriously. fucking weak. click on the picture for a closeup.

i'm going to bed.

Sometimes you wake up and just want to make love to someone so bad that you start humping your mattress. Do that enough and there IS gonna be something wrong with your junk.

The best thing about movies is that they are not real. Remember that.

Anyone who sings is a fuckin loudmouth.

Never been so happy for a girl to be on her period. I wanna hug everything.

I had a dream last night that I was reading a biography of Hermann Hesse and it cited that he was solely responsible for the creation of the Nintendo Entertainment System as well as the most important titles, including but not limited to: Mario Bros., Tetris, Zelda, Mike Tyson, Contra. Yeah, apparently it was all conceived way ahead of it's time, after all he did pass away in 1962. I was trying to explain this to everyone, but even though it was right there in front of me, in print, no one would believe me. Strange.

I had a dream Spencer Moody was at our house last night hanging out. It was awesome. He shaved his beard in our bathroom and came out to our party all clean-shaven. He was all over Caroline, and she was all over him. It was sweet. I walked up and asked him what happened to Dead Low Tide. He said that he never finished it. I said ok and then he said that he wanted to look at my books. We walk into my room and there are no lights that work. He knocks over a shelf and all these videotapes fall on the ground. I go to pick them up, telling him not to worry about it, and all the tapes are Gary Busey movies. I still feel embarassed about it. I tell him that Im a big Murder City fan to try to cover it up. He says,
"You know what you need to do? You need to rent THAT OBSCURE OBJECT OF DESIRE. Its at this video store in central point. You need to see that." Then PSL came in and hit me. Then in real life my phone rang and woke me up. It was sprint letting me know I was over due on paying this month.

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with an apple macintosh
you can't run radio shack programs
in its disc drive.
nor can a commodore 64
drive read the file
you have created on an
IBM Personal Computer.
both Kaypro and Osborne computers use
the CP/M operating systym
but can't read each other's
handwriting
for they format (write
on) discs in differant
ways.
the Tandy 2000 runs MS-DOS but
can't use most programs produced for
the IBM Personal Computer
unless certain
bits and bytes are
altered
but the wind still blows over
Savannah
and in the spring
the turkey buzzard struts and
flounces before his
hens.

driving home tonight i had to swerve to miss five cats in a two block radius. they were all running in the same direction. i think something is up with the neighborhood cats...

saw eric today. first time in forever. i miss you, buddy! got to see aaron a few weekends ago, too. that was fun. hopefully i'll get down there to see him again more often. and you too jessi!

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My truck has been reposessed and my Rambler is dying. Anybody got an extra vehicle they want to give me? Or trade for an almost broken down Rambler. Or, does anyone want to buy my Rambler?

1. Buy (and use) condoms
2. Quit Smoking
3. Drink Less
4. Sort out lady situation
5. Clean My Room
6. Do my laundry
7. Work more hours
8. Clear space off harddrive(no more porn)

This weekend was interesting indeed.
Celina came down for a visit. We walked around town, got into a fight with a crippled bum, stole a purse from an elderly man, and threw a puppy into on coming traffic. It was a hoot and a holler i tell ya. Then we got some drinks in us and went out on the town. We went to a party which exploded the second we got there. So we left and went to Omars. there was no one there and I ended up being drunk as all hell at thje bar with unbearded jon, celina, psl, crazyface, miles. it was funny. i think we looked like the gayest people in there(not that there is anything wrong with that), all of us with our hands on each other and stuff. We finally decided to leave and the big ball that was all of us rolled down the street. We tried to go back to the party but it was still on fire, so we went back to lazerbeams. jon and celina walked. me and psl couldnt get off each other so we called for a cab and layed down in the road and made out(while traffic was driving by). We all got back plenty of shenanigans and the next morning came.
THE END
SLEDF

I feel that wheels are turning 'round
Replay
We made you what you were
We brought them up that hill
We brought them up to roll them down
In the morning, light might clean you out
I'm sad that time escapes me
It pushes ahead of me all day
Remind me what I could've been
I feel the faster I'm going
The more I am slowing down
I'm the focus of the bring down
I'm the one who captures what he lost
And turns it around

Yeah
Last night kills everything else.
My whole world is upside down.

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because i certainly didn't. tonight was the opening of the show. it went ok, no major mishaps. so i get back to the building and most everyone i run into says "how'd the show go" or something to that extent. i walk into my room.... nothing. not a "hi" or a "how was it" or anything. silence. complete and utter silence. i don't think she even realizes i'm in the room, actually. she certainly hasn't acknowledged it. ouch. not a fun feeling.

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Well, I am officially an old person.
New Injury.
Back Spasms.
Back Spasms. Broken Foot. Broken Junk. Burnt Hand.
Not bad for someone who doesnt do anything.

"I often think he's the only one of us who's achieved immortality. I don't mean in the sense of fame and I don't mean that he won't die some day. But he's living it. I think he is what the conception really means. You know how people long to be eternal. But they die with every day that passes. When you meet them, they're not what you met last. In any given hour, they kill some part of themselves. They change, they deny, they contradict - and they call it growth. At the end there's nothing left, nothing unreversed or unbetrayed; as if there had never been an entity, only a succession of adjectives fading in and out on an unformed mass. How do they expect a permanence which they have never held for a single moment? But him - one can imagine him existing forever."
(The Fountainhead, p. 453)

i think i accidentally called job the other day when really i meant to call my brother. oops.

this time next week the play will be over. thank god. i loved acting in high school. i lived for each new play we would do. and now i'm dreading it. i miss my light booth, i miss being able to talk shit over the headset. perhaps it was the people i loved in high school, i don't know. all i do know is that i might be done once this show is over.

and i have to wear a stupid ass hat. ugh.

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it was sunny today. amazingly sunny. warm even. shorts and a tee-shirt, sunglasses and skateboard. i went to k*mart today. i bought two more pair of women's sunglasses. it's a fetish and an addiction.

I slept all day.
I didn't got to sleep untill 9 am after drinking all night. When it rains it pours.
Had to drive Katester to the bus station at 7am. Had to wait there with her for 1 hour.
I just woke up. Its 9:30pm

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i still believe in love, so fuck you.

the play will be done and over with in 11 days. i can't wait. i really do love the acting, and the cast is fun, but the director just doesn't sit well with me. she absolutely drives me nuts. i'll reach a point where i'm ok with her and i actually kinda like her, but then she does something to piss me off and i go back to not liking her again. whatever.

the room is still slightly cool. not much speaking happens when we're in the room unless someone else comes in. whatever.

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Well its pretty bad when a week long pact to stay sober is big news but none the less.....
Day one went off not bad. Haven't smoked for two days. Slept a lot. Ate a lot.
Watched five movies.
New Jack City is radass, Ice T is the man.
Ice Cube - Ice T - Mr. T - Mr. Bungle
See everything is connected

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