Been hangin' around... Or doing a lot more than that. I've been mostly busy with school work more than anything else this past week. I have a test today that will determine whether I pass a class or not. I hate those tests but I put it on myself. I didn't try at all on the first test we had and although it was only worth 50 points (compared to the other tests being worth 70) I got only 18... I was hoping at least for 25 coz I knew that I didn't know the stuff. It's all Greek to me... Actually Latin and Italian but who really cares...? It was even more horrible because not on;y did I not elaborate enough on any of the answers, I mixed up people and what they were known for...like, by over hundreds of years. Oooops. That's what I said! I just wonder why the brain does that. I knew a lot of the stuff that I got wrong on the test and actually quite thoroughly before and after I was taking the test. Let's just say I still know a little of that stuff and it's been two months since...
My brain is weird. Usually, I don't do that bad on tests...I'm usually one of those test-takers everyone hates because I don't freak out about them (I still don't) and I study the least amount possible but I always get a 'B' or better. Th nice thing about this test today is that I already had some sort of backgound in this. It makes it a lot easier but I still have to remember names and what not. I can't even remember the person's name I met yesterday and have been hanging out with ever since!! I wish I was exagerating... I can't expect my brain to remember dead people and what they've done. Besides why do they care if I give credit to somone else on accident? They're dead and so is the other guy! Oh well...Of to start another day. Until then---

Spring Break happened...I swear! Well back in school agian and loveing it as usual...in the NOT category. It's nice to have my roomies back and to have had the break, but at the cost of going back to classes after one week? At least give us enough time to get tired of being on break! Honestly I believe that it's much too short for no reason...ok maybe there's a reason but it's not feasable enough for me. I've probably always had this problem with the shortness of the break but could never put my finger or toe or tounge? on it.
Anyway, I should be reading up on "A Dolls House" for English class tomorrow at 8 AM, and finishing a project that was due the thursday before break buyt instead I'm up looking for a Super Nintendo and a Nintendo emulator for my computer. I've gotten that pathetic. I know that there are mutiple reason why I don't need to do this but I've pretty much had my heart set on these since I've had my own CPU and now I know where to get them from. C'est la vie. Je suis tres sommeil mais je suis faire ecrire a demain. Enough of that...promise more later. Until then---

Been a couple... I'd like to apologize to you out there that actually read my site on a regular basis. I suck. I don't update oftenn enough to entertain you. I apologize. I'm sure that I couldn't even be interesting to the people that are so bored that they begin to look at all of the most recently updated blogs. I've partaken in this "bored bloggist ritual" and have come across a couple of good blogs. One of which I've gotten in contact with the person updating it and have become pen pals? I know for sure that that can't be right....I don't use a pen when I write her... Oh well. I don't know whyy it's seems a lot cooler to write to someone that you don't know at all. Sure, I can see it's benefits: you don't have to be who you really are, you can start anew with this person. But in truth, at least for me, I know that I've never really wanted to start over with someone, and I'm not trying to mess with this person at all. Just an honest email and comment relationship. It's cool. I have nothing to hide but it's not like we're talking about that type of stuff... That I keep for my girlfriend (he he...It's weird to say that... Our realtionship has gone untitled by us for a week). I just find it interesting that I can keep in contact with someone that I don't know at all except from what they want to tell me when I've got some life-long friends that I have problems keeping in touch with. I'm sure we all have this sort of deal in some way or another but I find it very weord of myself coz I really don't even like writing emails, but for some odd reason I will do it to keep contact with this one person that I don't even know. Harsh reality. Yup, that's what it is. Well, the pigs have flown the coop. Must go hunt some beef. Mmmm... Until then---

Weekend Update... I promise that it'll be at least up to par with Norm MacDonald. It basically started with Aaron, my roommate, dumping his morning/afternoon smoothie atop his own head. That sums up how great the weekend went! Later that day, being Saturday, we (Christina, Paul, Aaron, and I) all felt the urge to go out and actually do something for a change. This was amazing considering that we rarely all hang out anymore due to odd schedules. It was even more odd because our secret agent of a roommate, Grant, was actually in town for the weekend and even came back from wherever he was before we decided when and where we were going. Ahh...decisions. Not really any tough decisions because there really isn't too much to do here in O.C. At least if you're under 21 and are in center to north county (us exactly). So our compete party for the evening: Me, Aaron, Grant, Christina, Paul, and a new member and quite very special person in my life, Faye. Let's just say that the new mini-tape recorder that I got definitely has served it's ultimate purpose in that one day. Lots of funny things happened and we all lost many calories just laughing at things all night long. And the next day. And probably today...
Well, more juicy things next time. Stuff with true meaning not just my daily life....coz I don't even want to hear about that... Until then---

Goodness! I do believe that I've been quite broken. Awesome experience that I've never encountered. I can't explain it at all.... But I am soooooo excited about it.
Things are obviously well over here, how about you? For only $2.95 you can... I don't really know what I'm offering. Or how I'd get all of your money for it but that was almost good. I could have gotten rich. Right. It's odd how a good mood can make you act almost an entirely different way towards people. I am not usually one to hide my emotions too well, but I also don't do too much in the "mood swing" category. I've never really observed myself before. This is just as cool as people watching...except it's just one person and that one person is me and it's really nothing like people watching...
I finally got the time that I will be on the radio here at Chapman and conveniently online. It's going to be awesome. I've always wanted to be on the radio and now I get to do it and get college humanity credit for it! Oh yeah!! So I'm going to be on at the wee hours of Monday morn: 12:00 to 2:00... AM. Yeah, I going to be praying that I don't mess up as it is with out the tired factor being in there. Egads (I actually said this today!), it's going to be a little tough but it's all good. I'm up for it. Well speaking of up... he he, of course it's time for... yeah... yeah... the dreaded sleep. It ahunts me and causes me to sepell wrong thigns. This is me with out going back to chevk my writuing. I guess not too bas but still... I wouldn't want you as confused as i always am. I'm going now to help the Oompa-loompas sing their jolly tune. Dumpa-dee-doo! Until then---

Tired? I am so exhausted! I'll just say that soccer hurts when you haven't done it in a while. Other than the pain in my hips, and bruises elsewhere (I even have one on my thumb... Unfortunately, I think that it's from playing video games though, esp. TH3... I hope not though...), the day went rather well once again. Maybe even better than the last entry, especially because I didn't get locked out of my room. Anyway, I got to share my testimony (for those who don't know what that means, for a Christian it's just the story of how their faith came to be... Usually telling a lot about their life) last night at Refuge (Chapman's Christian "Club"[I like Family better!]). I've only told that to a couple of people... Ever. And I shared with twenty people last night! Wow. That's a large jump from two to twenty. He he... that's fun to say really fast... two to twenty; two to twenty...
Well I don't have much else to say tonight. Nothing stupid or oddly querky (is that a word?) to philosophize. Things are good though; Quite well really; Ca va bein. I'm off my rocker once again. To the dreaded Sleep! Until then---

We'll say: "Good day..." For all intents and purposes, yesterday went well. The only major hitches were that I didn't ever make it to Circuit City so that I could get a mini tape recorder (to be later explained) and this came across because for the majority of the day I was locked out of my room. Sux? Heck yeah! But that's totally ok coz I got to spend quality time with our favorite person and fellow guitarist in Breakfast Epiphanies, Christina! We spent time working on the new website and I was busy coming up with random riffs that I was trying to remember lyrics for. Unfortunatly, I hadn't memorized ANY of the songs that I'd written that needed music so then was the quick realization that I didn't have the key to get back into my room. Horrible... I was distraught. This made things tough for me especially since I can't remember how I want things to go if I don't write them down or make record of them in some other way. Hence the need for the mini-recorder! I have a problem remembering the rhythms of the riffs I come up with so this would enable me to quickly be refreshed. But, of course, I never made it to the store. Sux? That's twice-fold!
I'm sure that I'm not making this day sound well-off but honestly thrugh all of that, we got a good start on the official Breakfast Epiphanies site and I ended up geting two new songs finished...mostly. That's an accomplishment by all means! Be proud! I am...
Well the infernal neccesity disguised as "sleep" is calling my name... "edward.... edward..." It's so mean that it won't even capitalize my name! Oh well, maybe that's just how I heard it...I should have been able to record it! Oh well... more insight later. Leave me one! Until then---

I believe Aaron will say it best... Aaron and I had a conversation today about blogs, this wonderful diary-type set up that has gotten me hooked on webdesign and the like. We have been visiting some random blog recently and have come to notice one thing for sure: all of the people with something to say all come off as unhappy, or at least have something traumatic going on in their life. He thought that that is why our blogs don't get updated nearly as much as they should be and why they aren't as interesting as others (this definitely meaning mine, at least when I say it). I just guess we're too happy-go-lucky and the like. The world is a peach, got to go eat it all up...Fuzz and all. Mmmmm...
Well I know that I've tried having normal diaries and they never really worked for me. All I do is write poetry and songs... Not great literature for web reading alone. So I've got that in a separate section while this home page lives on. I'm not sure why but I like being able to use this as some sort of outlet but I don't know what I'm ever really trying to say and all that sort of thing. We've got this band thing going on here and that takes up a lot of my time that I don't spend pretending to do my homework that consists of music theory and essays. It makes this sort of a thing I do on the back-burner of my time, but I don't want it to be that. If it becomes that entirely, my site will go to hell. And there will be NO coming back. It sucks for me coz I don't know what to say... well mainly I don't how to say it... in full sentences. It's even harder when I read other random and not so random sites that are so well written, it makes me feel so crappy about my own while at the same time allowing me to realize what I could do with this web space. Hmmm... The Final Frontier.
The other thing is: I know that i want others to read this site, from random people to my closest friends but there is like a total of 4 people reading this!! And that is an over-estimate I'm sure. But should I care that much? Idunno? Well I know that I'd like people to know what goes through this odd little mind of mine. I also know that it's nice to get at least some of it out using an almost proper-like format. I don't know... Well I do know that my guestbook is obsolete; no one uses it and I'm tired of checking it for the 4 people that might sign it. I't may be gone within the next two-three weeks...I'll be pondering. No Pinky. Try to take over the world... Until then---

Update? For those of you out there still reading, none I'm sure, here's a quick update. I've decided that stupidity prevails. That's the bottom line. The human races demise wiil come due to the obvious capability of us people to not wasnt to do any better than we absolutely have to to get by. I admit that I fall into this category as well, so this is the ultimate generalization including any and everyone. There are different reasons for each of our stupidities but the simple stuff is what will kill us all. Example: A simple complaint to a suite-mate (aka "Not-so-sweet-mate") about a simple thing, unlocking the bathroom door for everyones usage in our suite (not just half of it), can turn into a half hour arguement. Don't ask too many questions, I found it stupid while I was arguing with him, but more for the reason of why should it be that big of a deal to unlock the bathroom door when you're finished with it? It's simple! I had the problem with remembering it, although I always would, so I juist stopped locking it. Simple? Yeah. And so is knocking so that there are no run-ins. Maybe that's his other problem: he doesn't like to knock...at all. He barges into places a lot. That could help if he would have the inclination NOT to do that.
Another example is of me. Unfortunately, there are too many stupid things I do to list them here. I don't know if the web data base could hold all of it! But I know that these simple things that I could have fixed are what is holdong me back from being who I truly want to be. It's a tough thing to see yourself turn into something that you never expected when you actually caused it. I've learned that I need to let go, I'm not in control, but I still want the reigns. I'm sure that is definitely one quality that is common throughout many of us. It's just harder when you know that what you believe calls for handing the control over. I try not to live the hedonistic life but there are so many things out there that almost seem to call for that. The hardest part is when I'm not sure what is supposed to be going on with me and I feel as though I may have chosen incorrectly. At that point I feel the need to do what's best for me. I don't know how right that is, or how wrong, but it leads to confusion for me.
Well, this entry started coz I needed to go to the restroom and I'm locked out of it. So I'm going to break down the door. Right. Until then---

My gosh!!! I've been spending the past few days working on finding a new home for the Fun Forum and potential other pages, mainly for Breakfast Epiphanies. It's tough when you suddenly find out that if you want to keep your current URL (nerd talk for "web site directory") you have to pay. Oh what!?! Yeah, that's what I said! So everything has been switched over to a better place anyway, so HA HA GEOCITIES!!!! I laugh at your face, if... I.. can.. do... that. Now I have some catching up to do on normal life, wait this is my normal life. Sad. I'll pretend that I have a life other than this for about an hour when I'm off playing soccer or video games. I'm sure that you guys thought I meant homework...HA!! That was a one time occurance; I swear it will never happen again. While I'm not on the topic, sign my guestbook! It's not there for looks! and if it was, that's sad coz it's an eyesore! it's an eyesore to get your attention! it needs your attention to get signed! So, for it's sake, make it seem as though it has a purpose. Don't you feel sad now...tell me about it. Litereally! Until then---

I actually spent some time working on an essay! Those of you that know me pretty well know that I'm not really one to do homework. So as proof of me doing it, you get to read it! Here it is:
Is Everything P.C.?
“-There was once a poor girl, as beautiful as she was good, who lived with her wicked stepmother in a house in the suburbs.
- That’s better. But I have to seriously query this word poor.
- But she was poor!
- Poor is relative. She lived in a house, didn’t she?
- Yes.
- Then socioeconomically speaking, she was not poor (Mararet Atwood, lns. 3-8).”
The short work that this excerpt comes from, “There Was Once,” could even be considered an essay on how political correctness has ruined our society, especially in the arts. It came at a time when being “P.C.” was necessary if one did not want to get sued for their life. It became a poor excuse for being tactful. Everyone was so afraid of offending another person that a lot of conversation and debate was watered down, sometimes enough to entirely lose its meaning. The point is being politically correct has stifled artistic creativity, created tension between beliefs/traditions/races, and has even made it difficult to hold a simple conversation with anyone on the street.
“- I wasn’t making fun! I was just describing –
- Skip the description. Description oppresses. But you can say what color she was.
- What color?
- You know. Black, white, red, brown, yellow. Those are the choices. And I’m telling you right now, I’ve had enough of white. Dominant culture this, dominant culture that — (Atwood, lns. 15-18).”
Tension between faiths, traditions, and race has been impossible to avoid since being politically correct became a way of life. Even a conversation about how well one is doing in the workplace could be a very difficult for a manager, boss, or overseer. When one has to watch what they say, not because they want to be polite but because they do not want to get sued, or lose their position, it makes for a very unfulfilling environment. Things become unable to get done as quickly or efficiently as it would have been with no underlying need to be politically correct.
This fear of not being P.C. also leads to watered down conversations; meaning that things spoken during these conversations will have a tendency to lose their significance or implications. These have the people speaking with each other saying “African-American” when they mean “Black” or “Caucasian” when they mean “White.” Sure, in some cases this conversation may have nothing wrong in the context of the person being spoken of, but if that said person being spoken about or spoken to is not an American from Africa, they are not African-American. They should, if talking of nationality, definitely be considered as an American, as that is what they would truly be. Another example of this watered down concept would be in the context of faith or religion. A lot of religious leaders have fallen into the trap of “we have to be politically correct” and have sacrificed their faith’s doctrines because of it. When a Christian tells a Satanist that “it is ok that you believe that Satan is god,” that God loves them, and that they can believe what they want because God will take them as they are, they are in fact compromising the one fact that there is only one God and that in order for them to be taken by Him, one must believe that he is the One and Only God. This sort of negotiation has made many things become quite skewed from their true meanings and has caused more controversy than there should ever have been concerning racial differences or religion.
Being tact is a very important part to learning how to properly converse with anyone one the street. There may be topics that are avoided when talking to someone that is wearing a suit in comparison to talking to a homeless person. Why is this? Why is it assumed that a homeless person (notice not bum, or hobo) would not want to talk about certain things? Is it incorrect to ask someone what happened to them? How did they get to this state of happiness or this state of discontent? “- Skip the description. Description oppresses (Atwood, ln. 16).” There is no reason why anyone person should be talked to any differently because they look differently than someone else. It seems that this has gotten into some civil rights-type issues, and in a way it has. The issue of being tactful is much different from being P.C. In tactfulness, you are putting things in the best context possible, not diluting the content at all. Being P.C. has unfortunately quickly become a way of being tactful by replacing that complete content with a conversation, debate, etc. with blank spots as to not hurt any ones feelings.
“-There —
- So?
- So, what?
- So, why not here? (Atwood, lns. 39-42)”
Political correctness is a political ploy to please everyone. With it instated, you hear no true opinion due to fear of hurting anyone. Honestly, if anyone is that worried about being hurt or about hurting another, why talk at all? There is a reason why each individual in the human race can think for themselves. They all need to take advantage of it by knowing when to take an opinion for what it is and know that a chosen form of expression is expression is exactly that: chosen by the one expressing it. So in art, in faith, and in conversation one must remember their beliefs and be cognizant of others, knowing that their expression will be different than their own.
Well, that's what I spent hours on. Those are pretty much my thoughts on the night. I know that most of it is BS but hey, it'll work for a paper. Tell me what you think...please? I kinda want to know before I get a verdict back from my instructor with all the grammar corrections, etc. I know it's gonna suck, so if I hear it from my friends it'll make it easier! Well that is all for today. Until then---

A penny for my thoughts... "Well today is tomorrow, and tomorrow is today. And yesterday is breathing in and out..." - Cake. I found that appropiate, too. It seems to fit yesterday and the feeling for today. Interesting as the past day has been, I will not share it with you. Ha! You get to miss out on what I spend my life not doing: LIFE. When all you do is sit around with the full intention to do something that may actually be important and never do it, there is something wrong. I know I told some people that yesterday was a lazy day but this type of thing is inexcusable. I'm running low on motivation for many things. Doing homework is a very trivial act for me and this even includes guitar. I know that it needs to get done and all of that, but why? Actually, I know that answer but why not do it then? There really is nothing better to do here...that's part of the big plus in coming to this school. I know that I have the time to do it even. But I lack the motive for the dirty work. Sux...
Well I totally drew a blank on what I was thinking about writing here so I'm not going to bore you with any more useless drabble. I promise to be more interesting next time. Give me my motivation! Until then---

I saw Switchfoot!!! I came back a few hours ago from a great concert experience. Sure, the headlining band, Switchfoot, I've seen three times before, but the time spent getting there, the openers, and the full live experience was awesome!! I'll tell more about it later...I've been exahusted yesterday. So tired...need rest... Until then---

So ends a uneventful weekend... Well now that we, (Grant, Aaron, and I) are finished watching our weekly ritual of Adult Swim (Cartoon Network, Sundays/Thurdays @ 10 PM), it is time for an update on the weekend. First off, that test that I took was totally bombed by most of the people in the class. The teacher was right about it being hard. The thing that sucked about it was that I know that I know the material. I was the matter of recollection. I've some to be pretty bad at doing that recently. Remembering stuff sucks!! It's always worse when you know that you've got it stuck in your memory but just can't find it. Grrrrrr!! It's so frustrating...
On Saturday, I was pretty much confined to the campus due to a master class I HAD to attend and a concert that I also HAD to attend for my guitar class. Talked about making the day suck!! I say this not as an insult to the performer, Stanley Yates, or anything but being forced to do something just isn't my thing. I probably would have wanted to go to each of these things (at least the concert) more if I didn't HAVE to go. Having a set schedule on a Saturday sucks...
Now that that is all out it's time to get that wonderfull thing called "rest" that we all love so much. I still think that we would be better off if we did need it but we do and that is all I can say about that. Check out the rest of my site and tell me what you think in my guestbook below. I got to spend some quality time working on it this weekend inbetween my stupid schedule. And with that, I bid thee farewell. Until then---

Not much today! Well, I think I don't have much to say tonight...Just going to sleep now...test tomorrow...set up to fail it...sux...professor said so...so I sleep in hopes of recollecting all that I need for the day...Until then---

Oh such exhaustion!! I can only imagine that this is what it feels like to be a film major. Only the whole being tired thing though. I couldn't handle having to actually work when I'm this tired. I give mad props out to all of the film majors out there who have ever had to deal with that...basically, that would be all of them.
Well, I'm just going to do a quick recap of today: Wake up at 7:30 for English class at 8 (this is the AM). Then, Music Theory at 9:30. Quick break at 10:20 (break only in the sense that I wasn't in class), but back to class at 11. A stupid class at that! Now lunch...Yay, lunch. It was a bad day for good food in our much wavering cafeteria. This is only true because I have soccer workout with coach and I didn't know that it would put me on the verge of being sick (vomiting, tossing your cookies, barfing, upchucking, blowing chunks, etc.). After that hour in a room that was too hot to be working out in when I haven't worked out in over two months and the last time I even stretched was when I was snoboarding (meaning cold weather activities, the whole time!!), I went back to my room and sat on my duff playing Tony Hawk 3 (since I couldn't get the first Tony Hawk to work). Then dinner, 5; then Refuge, 7; then radio, 10. I was had deemed myself tired while playing TH3 so the rest of the evening was just dandy and very upbeat...in the NOT category. Well, that concludes this evenings topic coz I don't want to talk about sleep again, and how much I hate it. Until then---

What a day! A bit confusing, and a little exciting...well that wasn't really yesterday, but now that I've got your attention... Things are a little strange around here right now. Yet another corporate-created holiday is just around the corner: Valentines Day. Oh, whoopie!! let's jump for joy... Anyway, I haven't really celebrated the holiday for at least two years and one of those, for sure, was when I had a girlfriend. Odd? Maybe, but the day of Saint Valentine has been so blown out of proportion that it really is just calling out to me to be boycotted. I mean really... If you are in a relationship and you need a holiday to do something special for your significant other, that is really sad and you really should be with anyone coz noone deserves that. This isn't meant to be an "I'm pissed of at the stupid lovey-dovey feel of the month" entry but wanna-be's suck!! If the love isn't really there, a corporate holiday isn't going to change it, it will just hide it. That, I'm sure, is a very fun fufilled game, too: Hide your heart and go love. Pretty good for 1:30 in the morning, eh?
Well the reason why the topic of Feb. 14 came up is the way that I've been observing everyone around here (at Chapman), on TV, and myself. I've found that we all have become compulsive toward so many things. Some of us are in our relationships and engulfed in them. Some are in relationships and disregard the commercialistic holiday and find ways to avoid even talking about it. Some, like me, are having trouble with the other sex as it is and are hating the stupid capitalists that created the holiday beacuse it places an invisible pressure force around you to be in love or something like that. Some hide in shells avoiding the topic of relationships entirely but are sacraficing their strictly-plutonic realations is some way or another. I think that if you are truly in love with someone or just like them a bit more than the rest, there should be no pressure on anyone but to tell them how you feel. No gifts, just that good ol' lovin' feelin' (no I'm not dirt poor, nor dirt cheap either). I think that's something that we've lost as a society. Material things are what we "need" to show our affection towards each other. Sure they're nice once in a while, but it should not take a holiday (I shouldn't use that word for it...we don't get the day off or anything!) to show appreciation, love, or pure humbleness.
That is the end of my soap box speech...I stand down to the rest of the world that doesn't care. Until then---

Again, it's the begining... Yesterday was definitely an interesting one. The past few hours I have been helping out a very cute girl with her homework. The more interesting thing is that it was an English essay...I'm horrible at English as I'm sure I have said before!! I can't write at all but they (her and her roommate) both seemed to like what I did with the paper. Hey, whatever it takes. Did I mention she's cute?
Yesterday I found a lot of time to try and work on updating my other parts of my page like the new site for my potential band. If you go there I know that it says that we are pretty far along, but honestly lets just say that Fistful of Putty was my idea for a name just to make the page seem interesting (sign the guestbook and tall me what you think!). We don't know where this is going yet. Our potential drummer is willing to play but doesn't have a set to play on; slight problem...Yes! So as of right now that is a project besides me and Christinas playing at the Ugly Mug, a great little coffee shop that gives off that cultured feel (as mentioned on Aaron's page). Hopefully, we can do that soon and find out how we soud to other people besides our close friends. Those people are way too nice... After either one of those two happenings, maybe even before (I'm so decisive!) we will probably start some basic recording so that we can create samples for your enjoyment online and demos to sell and make some money. Mmmmm...money. Something that I'm starting to lack. Remember way back when I got my job at Mars Music? (If you don't, check out my archives!) Well, that job has been eighty-sixed. We're going out of business! It's the greatest thing...in the NOT category. It sucks even more because I enjoyed the job a lot. So now I'm in the job hunt once again and hating every moment of it. It's worse coz my main form of transportation, my bug, is down for the count. Right before winter break, the engine froze on me. Sux. But I'm finding that Grant's bike is a great mode of transportation....good, but I can't go nearly as far...bad. Oh well. Adjusting is all part of life. Life is just one big adjustment. Oh and it's so fun, too!! So many people to at least try to either get along with or piss of entirely; it makes for something that is incomparable to anything else. Life is great, isn't it?!?
Now on to another day. I have a quiz in theory (or in theory, I have a quiz). It'll be joyous fun so I don't want to fall asleep during it. I'm to the cows as birds are to monkeys. What was that!!?? Until then---

Short and sweet...hopefully sweet. It's been a long day and I've been left very worn down and tired at this hour. It doesn't help that I've had to read three short stories and the begining of another book that I have to read. I've come to the definite realization that I am taking two English classes. Although they are not named the same thing, nor do they have the same course description but they do have the same format once you're in there. The worst part about it is that I really am not very good at English...you know, the whole writing thing is bad (as I'm sure you can tell by my reamblings here...this is how I write!) but the worst part is having to pay attetion for a total of two and a half hours on the same subject matter. I think that I am going to have to do something about this...I don't know what though...I can't think that fast right now...Stupid need for sleep. Well, I'm off to read "One Hundred Years of Solitude." Great book, if you haven't read it I highly suggest it. Time for sweet lullabies, and dreams of candied corn fields. Until then---

I'm Back!!!! For those of you out there that actually care about my life and the happenings here in the wonderful place of Orange County, I'm back to my much more consistant updatings. The first week of Spring semester has been alright in my opinion because I could get my site back up and running a lot faster than I thought that I would be. Free afternoons are GREAT!!...
Well now I am a semester older and I've still not grown up. I know that responsibility (What's That??) is a integral part of life as a college student but there are somethings that just get in the way. That's right, I'm talking about sleeping and eating again. Two essentials that I find very stupid. I wish I didn't have to eat...It's so time consuming. Same with sleeping...They are so over-rated. Sure, you may think that it helps you out but in all actuality it's just eating your life away. Take my roomate Grant for instance, who at this moment (1:00 am and still going) is out getting work done: editing. Ahh...The man doens't sleep enough according to books but he is an example to us all. Sure he may look like the most worn out, run-down, dirty (not really but it fit) college student (there's the real downfall) that I've seen but if all of us worked as hard as he did, we wouldn't have to worry about trivial conversation coz we'd be too tired to care. Great plan, huh!?... Right...
Well I think that I finally may be getting a chance to get somewhere with my music. My roomates and I are plotting to put together a group. It'll be great coz I'll have at least one person, Christina, that I can talk about some hardcore musician stuff. That'll be new!! I've definitely had some musical idiots in bands before...(Disclaimer: I'm not only really talking about with guitars and stuff though so I apologize to any of the true musicians (you know who you are) that I've played with that could possibly be reading this.) To find out more about us and the whole band thing, you'll just have to wait. My new part of the site with the stupid ad on the side will be partially devoted to the band, it's happenings, and it's non-happenings, it's music, and the like. Hopefully, enough people will listen and like it that we can get somewhere and make a better site for us all...
I hope that this is a sufficient update for now. I don't know how much more I can write tonight. I've been on my CPU for too long the past couple of days working on this site, esp. the new part. And besides that, i've got to go and betray my beliefs. Sleep is calling me...eight o'clock is too early for a class...I HATE having to sleep!!...I'll keep you posted on any further hipocricy (he he, I like that word). Until then---