Monday, December 8, 2008

best wishes

The last day of classes...and I'm graduating from this school...I wish you all the best and good luck with life IF I don't see you...which I'm sure I'll run into a few of you.

my word verifications

blergenfarn
porfidunt
shiclop
ronteedle
bornant
rolyatter
mishpack

athinkabouter

I've found it harder and harder to concentrate recently, yet my mind and body are quite happy

Sunday, December 7, 2008

i'm a fretter

Ouch! My back still hurts.
I'll still wine in the second verse.

Why can't things be perfect.
Why is there some never ending project.

Life is like this...its never just right.
Things can go bad in just one night.

In that one night you can learn to embrace it.
You never know, the next morning might erase it.

Tomorrow my back will be better.
So there is no use in being a fretter.

sleepy notes...art

I want to make some sort of web page or something with a collage of people notes in a class they fell asleep in...I look at some of my notes (from classes other than this one), and I see these crazy sleep scribbles and lines and words that are written on top of each other. It's funny and sad at the same time...some teachers just put you to sleep.

fershobiak

I absolutely love the word verification words. I want to have the job of chosing those words...i mean come on

diamp, fiven, bedder, flogese, corogla plorsim, nistal, dedrima, mangles

these are great words that blogspot came up with. I think I might chose my childs name by writing down all these words...
This reminds me of a game I used to play when three of my friends and I would get drunk and stoned and just make up words and laugh our asses off. I want that as a job!

eat well

Pork for the people who possess perverted prayers
Pickle for a nickel or more of momma's milk from her purple little nipples
Popeye's chicken, come on it's finger lickin'
Frickin little prick, that shit makes me sick
Hypothetical hippies eatin hummus
Copycatical creeps, keep from us
the crack of a banana makes me wanna
come from down unda, or from some tropicana
carton, keep me fartin', only to hearten a perfectly healthy martien

Who is producing perfect productions
thoughts like this are mental seductions

Eat well