Well just seeing you in these pages again feels like things might be making an upswing. I think it's just enough for me to gut this whole thing and and maybe do it over right. I'll figure out what "right" is tomorrow.

We missed you.

3:50 AM | Jus | url | #

Has anyone seen the third of the page layouts? Kind of ominous. Kind of predictive of the current state of easy9. I wonder what it would take for a revitaliztion.

8:52 PM | McKain | url | #

I haven't given up on it completely. Google saves my life every two days or so... ok ok every few hours. Dammit.

Sesame Street's 35th birthday! Wooo!

8:16 PM | Trace | url | #

I guess everyone has given up on the internet. Why is it so bad recently? It is barely better than TV any more.

On that note, I'd give up all kinds of body parts to see The Incredibles. Pixar gets all my lovin', cooked up hot from my lovin' oven twice daily.

This is reailty tv without all the cameras, without the commercial breaks, without end credits or creative editing. Except there is editing. Because I keep misspelling things.

All together now...

1:46 PM | McKain | url | #

Don't worry Mark I have absolutely no social life. Of course if shit talking before and during class counts then I have 1/2 of one. Yay go me.

Yay Ruf's is back. :) Good to see you emerge. I have missed your beautiful words.

I have to go for a while.
*sigh*

2:01 PM | Trace | url | #

Here, imagine this. I have become addicted to a video game. But for the month of November (and hopefully longer) I am giving it up. First night off of it, I was madly sick (it was a bug passing through the college, not a bad withdrawal symptom). So I slept for nearly 24 hours straight. And then, better, I remembered things. One of those being Easy 9.
And also.
Bad breakups are bad for ones ability to be straight-edge. Straightedge. Straight Edge. Whichever, now that I am without girlfriend, I am with substance (let's not quite add abuse quite yet quite). The metallic taste rum adds to cola, the battery-acid of vodka and orange juice, catching an ex-worm swimming in one's tequilla. And even more. The buzz. The beauty of cigarette smoke, the feeling of being beautiful as it comes from me, the remembering that I'm not supposed to think that way, but the beautiful of cold air made even thicker with smoke. The pressence of such a glowing light.
And also.
I have dedicated myself to studies. Just this night I have learned the verbal, adjectival, and nominal predicate forms of Japanese in positive and negative imperfective tense. I have learned of the silk screens of the Momoyama period, the nanban byoobu scenes of the Southern Barbarians (Portugese) as they appeared in Japan. I have learned of how Yoruba, Dahomey, Fon, and Roman Catholic belief systems were syncretized to form Haitian Vodun or Voodoo.
And more.
Well, not really.
One thing I still haven't mastered is the whole idea or practice of making/keeping friends. (Thus this stupid, thoughtless self-promotion) And college life, living without roommate, without contact with older or more recent friends, without distant or nearby girlfriend, it all is accumulating.
And also.
I didn't vote.
(bang bang shoot me I'm dead)

6:01 AM | McKain | url | #

SCREW THE UNITED STATES!

And now that I have your attention, and that of the Secret Service, everyone needs to stop having social lives and start back posting here before i start chucking stones.

5:56 PM | shuebox | url | #