My mind's framework is basically that of a child's Lincoln Log set.

Do you even believe the news? There's no school tomorrow. Do you know how long it's been since school has been (in my mind) cancelled? Years, months, many many days.....in fact, probably a MILLION have gone by since I've had a day where school is officially "cancelled".

Maybe I'm making a big deal about this......Maybe!..........It's not a big deal. Either way, I get to sleep in tomorrow, which mean when I wake up (around 2ish), I get to deposit my checks, buy some records, and possibly paint all night while ordering those pretty reds I've been wanting for, for so long. And by so long........I mean throughout the last week that I've been obsessed with em'.

Don't get me wrong though. The white ones are doing just fine.....but it's all about pulling the ol' switcher-oo every once and a while. How do we put this in context.....well.....let's take a gander....or a look.....(I'm gonna be an awesome art teacher).

Notice figure (1). Subject picks his nose for a whole month straight.
Figure (2). The nostrils end up getting agitated. The boy isn't gonna have a good time. This is the point where a break is mandatory and he must find some other activity to get him through the day.(figure 3) The boy changes his picking habits, and instead maybe searches for ear wax, or discovers treasures deep with the opening of his bellybutton. Either way.....he's gonna have a good time, and his nose will heal itself to it's normal previous picking condition.

Well, that basically is my reasoning on why I like to change up the ol' converse every so often. It should make some sense, but as usual....probably not. By the way......there's a plethora of whore at the library right now. It's amazing....It's like The Carni-val of Whoris came to the library all decked out in their black spandex pants and North Face fleeces. Which by the way, I'm sure spandex is warm and all, but you don't see me wearing a head to toe, spandex body suit in painting everyday.

I bet if they made "down comforter pants", these girls would wear them in a flash. hahahahah, everyone would be all itchy and sneezing, while feathers just fly all over the place when they walk.

Well, work is boring, this is what I do in order to pass time....just one more beautiful hour of this. I had an enjoyable day today. Did some shopping, skipped some class, ate another glorious meal. I could go on and talk about how amazing this month is gonna feel while doing Ramadan for the first time and all, but I won't be that kid who dorks out over it. Let's just say....South Beach Diet step aside, cause the "Holy Roller Fastathon" is what it's all about. hehehehehehe It's not a diet at all......it's an amazing tradition that I think only the strong willed can endure.....plus...it also helps you understand just what the inside of your stomach smells like when there isn't any food in it.

I'm joking, and I probably shouldn't be right?....blasphemy? I hope not, because I'm really grateful towards the people that have encouraged me to participate in this really humbling tradition. (phew) It is one of the five pillars you know. Yeah......I would know that. You know if I were in Sunday school for this I'd be the kid in the front row answering all the questions sitting up in my chair with perfect posture with hands folded in lap. (hahah swinging legs back and forth without them even touching the ground)

I wish I was little again.