Today is a landmark in the Anthon-ian era. I am forever done with Science and Math classes.............and I mean forever....with a missing capitol F. Because that's usually the grades I get in those classes.

But not this time. Astronomy started off rough----58% kind of rough, which is still a standing up tall and proud 1 point in my book. SOooOOOooooOO the next two tests went extremely well because I was granted supermeteoric/supernoval (oooo that's a tounge twister) powers on modays, wednesday's and friday's.....but I'd usually skip friday classes. And what has all of this done to me, being all supernoval and stuff. I got a cosmological astroid right on the tip of my nose. It's not a pimple, it's just like a little sunspot resting it's tired flames all over the tip of my nose.

I know.......you're saying..."you would use astronomy terms because you just took that class and you think you know all about anything related to science"....well it's okay to be jealous............supermeteoric/supernoval powers are only granted if you are able to run around the eliptic barefooted......



man....my tin can suit is so dreamy. So from here on out, all of my responsibilities (there are a lot of "i's" in the word) will be thrown down the drain until August. I can finally just wake up from sleeping in all morning, make a relaxing french toast/eggs kinda breakfast, sit on my porch and draw, ride my bike to work, work for a couple of hours, ride back to my house, and then paint all night while listening to whatever the music gods have in store for me.....which has been refreshing lately, but then again I need to find some new bands to listen to so I can be much.....much much...cooler than you.

I did check out the lyrics to "Lief Erikson".

She says It helps with the lights out
Her rabid glow is like braille to the night.
She swears I'm a slave to the details
But if your life is such a big joke, why should I care?

The clock is set for nine but you know you're gonna make it eight.
So that you two can take some time, teach each other to reciprocate.

She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kid gloves
But she doesn't know that I left my urge in the icebox
She swears I'm just prey to the female,
Well then hook me up and throw me, baby cakes, cuz I like to get hooked.

The clock is set for nine but you know you're gonna make it eight.
All the people that you've loved they're all bound to leave some keepsakes.
I've been swinging all the time, think it's time to learn your way.
I picture you and me together in the jungle it will be ok.

I'll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night
That is supposing you don't sleep tonight

It's like learning a new language
Helps me catch up on my mime
If you don't bring up those lonely parts
This could be a good time
You come here to me.
We'll pick up those lonely parts and set them down
You come here to me...

She says brief things, her love's a pony
My love's subliminal

You know what, I would put a picture of them right here. But all that would do would cause you to go either check, or fix your hair. Also they have tendencies for causing spontaneous hair cut appointments. Damn you interpol............you're just so fucking tailored. He probably got his face tailored too.

I forgot my bike at Kresge today....which means I have an even farther bike ride to make....no big deal. I rode home the whole way yesturday with my kickstand hitting every spoke on my back wheel. I heard a really loud clicking noise, but I just figured that it was the shitty bike sitting underneath my ass....hence I turn up my headphones louder in hopes of drowning out the constant metranome sound coming from underneath my bike. all in all I fixed it....don't worry.......this is a really boring story....jeeze....there should be like free coupons for Taco Bell that are sent to you after reading about all of this useless shit that I think about. Free Taco Bell coupons....you know you'd like that....

So....fat kid story....because i'm being a fat kid right now......We had a "Pot Luck" galla today in Cermaics....so what do I do to a table covered in food that no one took home............guess.........................I throw the brownies into the cheeto's bag, ANnnnnd after THAT!!!, I pour the tray of starbursts into the Lime Tostidos.....I mean...how else am I suppose to transport these delicious items in. I was like a little kid stealing all the candy out of a candy store.....no one was around...and I was trying to do this as quick as possible so I wouldn't reveal my true fat kid identity to the people in Kresge.

That's right, I have a backback full of chips and brownies right now. there's no books in it...why would there be?

Alas, I get to go home soon, lay in my bed, shower real quick, and go over to Gavin's around 9:30 to record some music on his 4-track. Our last words last night went like this after playing on his piano for about 30 minutes at the same time. Just picture two grown men, dorking over delay pedals that are all connected to this bad ass electric paino he has. So we ended it by saying,

"dude let's record some stuff tomorrow"
"okay dude, i'll pick up some tapes at cvs tomorrow"

so what did I do, I went to CvS the next morning and bought some old school blank casettes for 3 bucks. I haven't bought blank tapes since I went on my senior trip to Washington DC back in 8th grade!!!!!!!!!!! And yeah, you would expect me to record some Pantera tapes and Ozzy Osbourne wouldn't you. Cause I would.

I started painting last night. Plans fell through with that guy...he was still in a meeting by the time 9 o clock rolled around so we just called it off. Painting is so relaxing some times...especially when you're listening to music, and you know you're in that groove since you're trying to absorb every moment of it hoping it never goes away. I love the feeling when I can tell im in a groove then I ask myself "am I gonna start sucking in 5 minutes". This is usually followed by me dancing around the room for a little bit to loosen up. Im such a turd....why am I talking about this. I'm like the kid in the mall who just pissed his pants when everyone around him just happened to turn their heads to notice the piss-scapades in action. there's me.....standing there.......turning red...then going..."nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn".

actually.....I don't really want to see the results on yahoo for "boy pissing pants in public". I might get arrested for looking that up.....so instead let's just giggle at the next closest thing to that. little kids crying over the man in red. First of all....no shit your daughter is crying....SANTA IS WEARING A MASK!!!!!!

I think this is a good time to end the nonsense. Have a good night tonight! I'll be in Ann Arbor until the 6th so you better come down and visit me before I head off to FLORRRRRRRida until the 21st. I'll be farther much farther than 80 miles for a while. I haven't been to the beach in so long. Im definitly gonna have to trim this beard....not all the way...but so I don't turn out like the Joker.