Oh Four has begun like a donkey punch. Everything I'd planned on having to do by or around June has struck me gruesomely in the kidneys. Busy but learning... It's a good thing I'm told. Very soon I'll be out miserably stumbling from class to class, cigarette dangling from chapped and coffee-stained lips, yet with money literally falling out of my pockets. I'll be able to afford a wonderful and efficient euthanologist.

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My car will cost $800 to fix... I thought it was barely worth that much and therefore say hello to my new car, but that wasn't the case. Stupid honest mechanic. So now I'm replacing the clutch assembly for a small fortune just so it's possible to sell the motherfucker in the near future. I've had that car for five years. No power windows, cruise control, cupholders, nada for five years. Officially I'm grateful to have a car and I'd be fucked without it, but you try living without cupholders for five years and see if you complain.

Gratuitous South Park ripoff in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...Action.

I dig both the arrangement and content of my schedule this semester. It's nothing but upper-division lovin' and it's all interesting. I should qualify that interesting by mentioning that I have at least eight books for International Relations Theory. What the FUCK Kessler? I can appreciate how some profs want to skerr lazy people out of their sections but goddamn, all it takes is a stern speech.

Outta time... more later.

Emerging from the brain-smog of a bronchitis affliction is like talking to God and actually having him talk back. I can communicate with my body and it responds favorably, even enthusiastically. Now when I wake up before I want to, my body wants to keep sleeping instead of lay there and bitch. Flippity floopity flop.

I'm going to revamp this whole thing soon, just to mess with new graphics ideas and because shit, I've had this layout for a long fucking time. Plus I can mess around with flash & php while i'm at it.

If the quality of debauchery last night is any indicator of the coming year then '04 is gonna be pretty boring. Pretty much anything we were supposed to do didn't happen. I'm just glad we didn't opt to hit 6th St... Our boys that went to Sky Lounge had to pay $45 just to get in the goddamn door. I ate a couple caps and that's always good, but I had been looking forward to eating a dozen caps. Shite! We got plenty sloshed I guess. I was just looking forward to truly running amock for a bit.

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I'm really sick of badass artists suddenly whoring themselves out for advertising royalties. Massive Attack for Smirnoff, fucking Modest Mouse for Nissan! WTF^^? And I swear to Christ I've thought about switching to Advertising. UT has a top 3 program and I could make a fortune. Marketing is at least half of what I do at work and the shit these people come up with for TV is just terrible. When you watch a shitty commercial, just think that it went through an entire hierarchy of college-educated suits and was given the thumbs-up at every turn. It was probably worse before you saw it. Sad state of affairs.

My grades this semester weren't what I'd hoped. I got fucked on attendance in one class because he uses pop quizzes to check it, and I was particularly unlucky in the classes I chose to skip. All that work. This semester should be money though, what with the San Diego trip just around the corner and Sintex in March. The spring semester is always ten times better for some reason.

In a minute I'm gonna switch out my flat and find a way to get to Walnut Creek. Gotta cleanse all these gallons of alcohol and psilocybin from my body.