Now how in the hell did you get there so soon

What better time to decide to write a blog post than when I have a 1200-3000 word paper to write. How do I even think in terms of word counts anymore anyways? I stopped taking classes that required word counts on papers halfway through college. Let's hope this idea of school was a good one. So far I do in fact feel like it is the right one, but it's not easy to get back into the swing of things, that's for sure for sure. Too bad the words I typed here can't go towards my pitiful word count of 579. Time to crack a book that could start a forest fire if read outside of a walk in refrigerator. Ugh.



I'd much rather be making one of these on the couch with Ms. Rad while watching HIMYM.

This blog, right here

...probably one of my favorite blogs at the moment. Everyday it's got random good shit. Check it out when you're not busy pouring over every word I type.

http://claytoncubitt.tumblr.com/

Dear Ron Dellums:

Ron Dellums, Get on a boat.
Ron Dellums, ROW.
Ron Dellums, GET OUTTA HERE.
Ron Dellums, GO GO GO.

Sincerely, a concerned citizen of Oakland.

I think tonight I'll to go the Main branch of the Oakland Public Library to get some interneting done. I can't do that www stuff at home anymore because I'm too cheap and my neighbors are all too smart and have locked their routers. So I figure instead of sitting at Whole Foods surrounded by yuppies, I'd try the public Library on 14th and surround myself by crackheads, homeless and generally smelly people. Also, it can't hurt to sign up for a library card and begin to get acclimated to the environment beyond puking on the steps across from the Ruby Room. After all, I'd like to
(maybe) be employed there sometime in the (maybe) near future. There's too many things I want to figure out about school that starts in 49 days (counting today) and I better put my mind at ease by doing said interneting about school stuff.

PS: Fuck all this Michael Jackson garbage, I am o-fficially sick of it.

Apathy? Maybe?

I drove to work in silence today. It was a strange change of pace from my usual NPR morning edition and coffee. This morning it was just me and the coffee. Even the coffee was more present and aware of what was going on than I was. It was as if I didn't even have to tune out the world, I just simply wasn't there. This week has been a mush of floating through and being too tired with the world to do anything. Do, nay, FEEL anything. It will wear off, I know it. But being tired sure is tiring.

The reason I don't care about any avenue of fortune telling is the same reason I won't skip to the end of a book. It will come. Just let it happen.

(Hell, I even refuse to skip around a magazine.)