Just watched Hitchcock's "Vertigo" and am at a loss for words...seriously...I don't know what to think...I just feel like crying

watched a great documentary tonight about German POWs in the South during WWII. that made it a good night...
I'm going to get something to drink...

I'm sore...

A bunch of kids in Cooper City, Florida think that I am their friend Chris and IM me all the time...I don't respond...i mean, i could...get into their little world and screw around with their lives, but I've got morals...so I just dont say anything, let them IM me over and over...and laugh everytime i get one...maybe one day I'll say something to throw them off but for now...I stay silent. Ha! I just got another one...

Hamburger Helper for dinner tonight...How I miss Bard!

I started a new form of art I took after South Park, adding real life images into my paintings. I call it "East meets West" but I'll probably have a better name for it soon..the first one I painted isn't very good but I'm learning...it's time consuming and forces me to cut up magazines...the only magazines in the house or Real Simple, Teen People and Time...so I am at a loss...sadly.

I am very drained...I just woke up from a nap and I am cranky still...
Note of the day: While working at Griebs yesterday...I found kids washcloths and one of them was the one i so loved with i was little...So i bought it. It has a lion on it holding a cup and toothbrush and it says, "Good Morning!" on it...It was a "nice nostalgic smack in the face" to quote Melinda Quincy

"No, Melinda Quincy took the hard road in life and ended up in Woodstock with a reputation for being easy, stupid, transparent and full of bullshit."

To ponder a small thought

Every writer I have read and adored has had a very strange past...full of drugs, sex, and rehab...and the question I have to ask myself is: These abuses...do they make you the writer that you need to be? I am a very moral person (sometimes) when it comes to drugs and alcohol...but I am just afraid that I am too moral to be a writer...
Writers have trauma, writers have something so wrong with them...and yes, i may be a tad eccentric, a tad obsessive...and as for the business of Johnny Garrison...well, that was a fluke of my nature. But I'm a suburban yuppie raised in a single parent home...maybe that's all I'll ever be.

As for becoming a writer...maybe a cocaine addiction will do me good...but as for Emily Sauter doing lines...it seems highly unlikely

I got some grades back...

An A- in Prose Fiction, that made me happy...
and the most happy thing of all...the toughest grader at Bard gave me a B....

So right now, things are good. I think...
I watched South Pacific today...and I got a little weepy...all that love and all those sailors...too much emotion for me

Off to bed...or off to talk to Isaac Erbele...
Farewell fools

Viva La Revolucion!

My new motto...
I think it's appropriate...

My new hobby:
Painting minitures (how 18th century!)
What a beautiful day...I got to fill water tables at 8 AM and watch 18 little 3 and 4 year olds...ehhh at 50 bucks a day, I can't complain...
and it's only for 3 hours a day...hooray for good pay!

"Shouldn't you be driving on route 218 right now?"

I am now a proud owner of a Tri Corner Hat! Hoorah!
Today's Boston visit was much fun...I finally got a new cello bow (570 dollars later...sadness) but worth it...it is a superior bow and I look forward to paying my mother for it =)
There's not much to tell you now...I am very tired and starting to talk like the founding brothers...I watched the documentary when i came home.

So when I think of something to say....oh here we are...

I was listening to "Sitting on the dock of the bay" driving home today and almost by acid flashback...I journeyed foward to find myself married to Alex with children sitting on the dock of a bay...peace and calm until i snapped out of the daydream and shook it off...what awful thoughts though in my daydream, i was smiling!

Thought of the day: Why does a pick up truck make you more of a man?

This, ladies and gents, is why we do what we do.

That is a quote from one of Alex's famed forwards about military life that I guess he feels like he needs to send me. I usually dont read the emails, because I feel like its a breach of security, delving into military affairs (though something i will persue in later years) doesn't seem right now...especially when they're from Alex H. Raggio...

Ive been getting up earlier and earlier every morning...and goin on walks with the dog. I'm starting to act like my mom...soon I'm going to read the crap she reads.
American daytime television is so interesting...its a calvacade of bullshit and depression all rolled into one magnificant ball of fun...I've been watching the history channel mostly...that's not bullshit...Crossing Over with John Edwards is bullshit, The View is bullshit, Passions is bullshit, A Wedding Story, the Christoper Lowell show (that man is so gay it hurts) Jerry Springer (today was "bring in the bisexuals") the list goes on and on...it's all trumped up American slop...
No wonder the arab world hates us!

There's something wrong with my cat...everytime i try to pet him...he jumps wildly in the air and then calms down...I think something happened to Spoo...

"Named for Elmer of Judiciary Fame..."