this Could be It.

it is the end of august. school started for some people today, but i'm still free until tomorrow morning. at 7 AM. i'm ... excited? a whole day of "learning" to look forward to, eh?
the fires in southern CA are quite close to the place i inhabit. check out this smoke from right about now:


looks like mini atomic bomb went off. mountains are supposed to be there. everything is obscured by the smoke and you can see the the bright fires burning in the distance ant night.

and i guess i'll be thinking about how this was a real deadbeat summer.

Getting a vulgar high

Shit. I just had a whole house to myself for a week. in all honesty, it was fucking boring. most of the time i spent reminiscing about oxford and my other odd adventures--the good-looking, well dressed boys...moo-moos...walking everywhere with my feet dead. OH THE MOTHERFUCKING MEMORIES. i feel like i have no purpose back here and there needs to be scrupulous planning to alleviate this harrowing madness welling up inside. i'm being such a bum and regressing to procrastinating adolescence. soo fucking immature. that's a side note in addition to the fact that i'm really nor doing anything. sure, watching saving private ryan and the nutty professor (the first eddie murphy version) makes for a relatively pleasant night in...on a friday night...when you're 15. i guess.
what am i to do?

fuck you, Kid

"fuck you too, you son of a bitch."
i feel like something's gonna emerge through my ribcage. like in alien.