A Very Fullfilling Day

Well, I must say, it was one of those days. Everything went pretty smoothly, no hard pressures to deal with, nothing too annoying, except for the constant screeches in our painting classes, and that of Fagen's nails on the aluminum. But that was pretty much about it, I woke up to the sounds of a knocking, and to my surprise, those knockings carried a small package of delightful company along the ride from Kalamazoo to MSU. ( I can rhyme pretty well huh) There was something very strange about listening to Xiu Xiu while passing all the daily prostitutes and low life's. You think I'm exaggerating, but to be honest, everyday at least one prostitute yells out to me while I'm riding on my bike, "hey there cutie". I should be flattered, but something about Herpes and all that jazz just never seems convince me to stop peddling for a single second.

I can't complain though, it's somewhat enjoyable. Usually when I bike home late at night, I just picture myself biking home in the outskirts of some huge city (preferably New York). Why the outskirts of the city? Because I know I won't be able to afford living anywhere else. As long as I get there.

There's something nice about knowing you live in a shit part of town. Maybe that's why I choose to ride my bike everywhere instead of driving my "utility" means of transportation. Become part of the struggling instead of flaunting some type of higher status symbol without thinking twice about it. Doesn't help though that now I carry around a $260.00 piece of technology that could probably feed two poor families for half a month. But, it does suck when you're driving down the road in a somewhat decent car and you just see handfuls of people strung out while straggling up and down the streets.

Hey social worker Anthony.................quit it. All I'm saying I guess is why distant yourself so much from something when you sleep and eat around it everyday.

So ADD over here, where was I? Oh yes, how nice of a day it was today. Painting was enjoyable, riding my bike to class while listening to music was enjoyable, lunch was as always enjoyable, Fagen..............was well..........precious as always......and ugh yeah, work is..............actually work fuggin' sucks.........but I'm listening to my music right now and ignoring all the customers.

"No I may not help you Mr. So and So, you must first learn how to help yourself before anyone can help you......check out books."

Two new great albums that I must say are quite nice finds. TV on the Radio's (Return to Cookie Mountain) and Devotchka's (How It Ends). Holy Guacamole man, and of COURSE both mentioned by the goddess of music, because yeah....Maybe "Ms. fuggin' Texas show over here" really does do the astro??!!! Either way, because I don't even know what the astro is, great fucking albums my friend. The more I listen........more I end up liking. But I must say, this ipod makes me wish I was in a commercial for some reason.

I just listened to a Yeah Yeah Yeahs song.....a good one i might add....and I just pictured it being next month's Gap musical letdown. Thank god I don't have cable so I won't have to watch all those ridiculous commercials from The Gap and Old Navy. The winter commercials they do......it makes your eyes feel like their being rubbed with girtty sandpaper for a whole 40 seconds.

Quick ending........ready..........................go.