I Have 10 Minutes Until Class

Just a quick little blog to help me waste 10 minutes. I should really be reading the .pdf window beneath this blog window, but I don't really care that much about black cowboys. Only Somali pirates! Arrr! That whole thing is super weird, maybe I'll write more about it later tonight after class. But probably not since I have to storyboard my movie that I'm shooting this weekend.

I was on campus at 11:00 a.m today, which I think marks the earliest I've been on campus this entire semester. I had to go visit a teacher to discuss my midterm paper. My class is at 2:30 so I've been in this computer lab after visiting her office hours wasting time. I listened to Meg&Dia's new album, "Here, Here, and Here" which is very good. Again, I'll cut myself short because I don't want to dive too deeply into anything since I need to hike it over to the west bank in a second here.

I'm completely obsessed with Fantasy Baseball right now. I love Stat Tracker. I want marry Stat Tracker.
I hate fantasy basketball. No, actually I love it. It's my best sport. Things just didn't work out for me this year with timing, and injuries. A damn shame too.

I really wanted to write a blog a few weeks ago when my uncle passed away. I had a bunch of weird emotions run though me at that time. Those emotions have passed through me now, and are difficult to recall. I really should have wrote something then while I was still feeling.

I wish I was a better writer. I think it is fun writing screenplays and I might take my zombie dream I had a long, long time ago and make it into a screen play. Practice makes perfect, right?

I'm already looking forward to Warped Tour. This summer is going to be amazing. Also completely unstable and unsure. But that's life, isn't it? At least that how I perceive it right now. Maybe you grow up and everything makes sense (although I highly doubt this).

Sometimes I worry I'm a p.o.s. No, not the hip-hop artist.
I like honesty. I like Lacan's "real." I think taboos shouldn't exist. I think everyone should be comfortable with who they are and their surroundings.

But what do I know.