I don't think so....SCOOTER.

So classes started last week and I'm a little less than happy about going to them. I messed up and over slept missing the second day of weight training. BLAH. It's like I hear my alarm go off and I'm like "I don't think so SCOOTER." Scooter is my alarm clock's name. Yeah, I'm not so great at naming things. So in this one class I have to read 13 books this semester. I've already read one of them "Billy Budd" by Herman Melville (wrote Moby DICK, maybe you've heard of him). Anyway, after that excrutiating experience...I'm moving on to "Frankenstein" by Mary Shelley...ROCK-N-ROLL. I already like it more than Mr. Budd. I've been on a water kick lately. I'm just really enjoying water...and the candy bowl in my boss's office. DAMN...I think I'm gonna be sick. That's where I am now. Doing office hours, eating candy...blogging. I'm so lame...I'm never gonna get anywhere in life. It's like I'm destined to be a midget carnival worker living off the cabbage dropped by the animal feeding areas. This is not even good cabbage. I'd do better to eat hog slop. Rantings and ravings...I'm full of them. I'm full of shit too. I'm pretty happy with myself. Not everyone can have this kind of honesty and humor in regard to themselves. ...so yeah...and about my previous post. I have to let a little bit of the personal life through...to keep this superb blog a little more human than hum-orous. Somewhere between the jokes about 8 year olds, prison shanks, and kicking people in the throat there's a good person...occaisionally I let him out to play...but for the most part...I keep him DOWN....on your mom.

I literally just heard "you trippin" out at the desk. What does that mean anyway...man? Most people don't know. I don't. I guess it's about drugs. EFFIN druggies...

Hey, do you ever think about the keebler elves...like what do they do when they aren't on TV making cookies? I don't know. I like to think they walk down the road, and don't nobody know where they are goin. Not even the elves.

I've been reading this article in like a two month old edition of rolling stone about the ECO-RADICALS...and they are "E.L.F.s" too. Although I don't think they fully grasp that the things they do, hurt their cause...all that work just to be some of the most wanted by the FBI. I don't get it. But then again, I'm not really reading the article all the way through. I'm about half-through it...I'm only reading it on the toilet. Yeah, fun stuff.

Ok kids, I think I'm done here.