Housing Neolithic Farmers

I miss my mother.
School this week is going to be a disaster. I have two days off; I could have sworn Spring Break ended yesterday.
The class I was the most excited about is taught by an inchoate (though very nice) woman. Class discussions will most likely consist of one or two students throwing out silly answers in order to please the professor, while the rest of the class impatiently waits for that hour to come to an end.

By the way, I've been extremely happy lately, even though I have failed to show it. Another thing, Mari and Steph, I think you guys are awesome. Even though you fucken laugh at me for blogging, which makes you assholes, I still think you two are probably the best human beings to ever come my way. Sadly ;D

Porcelain Verses

I drove by a playground. There was a mother and a father; they were sitting beside each other. Both were staring at the ground. Both were silent.

In front of them, their daughter on a swing. Alone. She too was silently staring at the green grass before her.

Such pretty weather. Such a sad sight.



By the way, at this point, I strongly dislike you too much. So can you please stop?

Obama for yo Momma!

Looking at the girls in my class today, I wondered if they look at each other with appreciation and fondness or pure malice. And now I wonder about the expression on my face when I look at my own friends. Fantastic.
In unrelated news, I believe I have spent another day in procrastination. But I can't say I wasted it.



"Well, if a leopard doesn't change it's spots
you can't change my perceptions just from dots to dots
I invented you
AND I WILL DESTROY YOU."