2003-11-20-11:44 p.m.
I don't remember posting that last entry at 9:47 am... maybe I'm finally lossing it? Nah...

I finished that Mac paper. It's so tedious to go back looking for contractions to change them back into words. Who cares? Well, anal english-police do. Why? I don't know. I can't LIVE without typing CAN'T DON'T WOULDN'T SHOULDN'T. It's in my blood!! I want FREEDOM, damnit!

Now I have to solify my thesis for my next paper on North American Indians. It's something along the lines of:

"Native Americans have a common theme in each of their writings but view these themes in different lights."

Basically they all have an origin story, or a love story, or a warrior story that uses the same styles in explaining events but they just have different methaphores.

Did that make sense? If not, that's ok... you're not grading the paper anyways.

I can't apply for certain classes because the computer forgot that I already took Intro to Psychology. Online reg is nice, but when those computers screw up it's a big run around the next day to get your classes fixed. Hell, I don't even want to take these classes. Research methods and Biology lab... I'll pass, thanks. Maybe I should just waste money by taking a ton of Art classes, that would be fun.

At first we had a poetry club that Jesse wanted to start... but Jesse is a pussy-sissy (new word!) and he backed down. Then I thought of making an Arts club. That's still pretty boring and pointless. Remember, Apathy is the devil 'round these parts. Then a great idea was formed, we'll make a group and call it:

Shitting Around.

Actually I can't remember the real name. It had something with "shit" in it. Other names were:

S&M Club (Socrates and Monachello)

Kazoo

The International Society of Kazoo and Shit.

Face Art

Guerilla Art

Basically, we'll be the movers to change the normal pace of life. Some "pranks" will be constructive (like playing the kazoo with a large group of people in a public area to the tune "Star Spangled Banner") and some will be just for laughs (prank calling the KKK to jam their phone lines or going into a store to barter for items.) We'll make those people on the subway look at the freaks instead of looking away!

Insane? Maybe, but this will open a couple minds. If not, we'll make the world a happier, more feel good place. Hey - you need to laugh dear diaryland reader. And stop worrying so much! Geez-la-weez, we worry ALL THE TIME and we waste our life. Even worring about life is a waste of breath. stop stop stop. Just live and do. Figure the rest out later. Trust me (or not.) While you figure out if there is a heaven or a Jesus, I'll be playing my Indian Flute.

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