so eat a kangaroo burger today. o_O

Whoosh, I am sort of back, but not really. And it's not like anyone misses me anyway, so now I dance around this page, my fingers hopping like bunnies across the keys, as I babble.

My life. I am listening to Bright Eyes, reading 'The Prince' by Machiavelli, and pretending to do work. I'm tired, quite actually, but the work is neverending and I procrastinate... unfortunately.

I'm a cracker box baby... I made that up, obviously. Things of note- I'm not dying, I'm breathing... just sick. Like the flu, which bites. I also hate my art class, or the things we do at least, and therefore am slightly turned off of art. Blah.

I'm in a temp. house and I'm miserable. I hate it. It's small. It smells like whatever microwave dinner we just made. I miss my few friends from my old neighborhood. I just have to remember how nice the new place will be. If I make it until then.

Significant Figures are for shit. Boring as hell... and I hate them. I don't like my chemistry teacher, either. She's a loon. There's a funny kid in my Spanish class though- thinks that China is the biggest continent. Amusing, really. I promise.

So if someone reads this, stay tuned. There just may be something from me... someday sometime in the relative future. Or not.

By the way, 'oy' is just 'yo' backwards, my homies. So go shake it like a salt (or nutmeg, or pepper, or cinnamon, or whatever) shaker. Or a Polaroid picture if you prefer.

Peace and a new lease.