1.17.06 10:10am

Here I am, under the rule of one Jim Walsh, for the third consecutive year. That bastard says that I can't say anything about killing anyone or hurting anyone, but luckily I can say they are a poophead. There are a few people in this class I would classify as poopheads, but maybe if I get to know them and if they use elaborate vocabulary such as "scooters" and "vacation" they might be cool. Luckily nobody will ever read this because of my clever title. This gives me the freedom to write whatever I want in here. Matt Millen, what a guy. That's TWO Ms, MM, like this guy I work with, Matt Meyers. Matt is a good quality worker, and a genuine good guy through and through. But that's a little anecdote without any real substance, speaking of substances, on New Years I had some substances. I also got kicked out of a house with most of my close friends, got picked up by someone who I thought was a genuinely good person, and although it seems on paper like a terrible time in reality it was the best way to end a year. Never have I felt so alive, but that time has come and gone. Are paragraphs neccessary? Paragraphs are SO 2006. I have never been to Dublin, in fact I've never been outside this country. I've seen Canada, and I've been in LA which is quite close to Mexico, but never have I had the pleasure to enjoy the purchasing of substances on the cheap in another country-I mean enjoy the local flora and fauna. I think its time for a new paragraph, this is beginning to run on, like that bitch's nose after I socked her one.

All kidding aside, i'm not a mean guy, I don't hit people unless they really deserve it. In fact there really haven't been many people that I have felt have deserved 5 knuckles to the face. But god willing someday I will cross paths with that person, and justice will be delivered. In a way all those Chuck Norris and Vin Diesel jokes have really made an impact on me as a person. Those guys are like father figures. One day i'm going to roundhouse kick like Chuck, and wear shades and streetrace like Vin. Punching is easier than kicking i've found, maybe it's because my leg muscles aren't as well developed, but this is strange because you can lift more weight with your legs. I hope I never go to prison. It'd be a letdown to myself and to everyone I know, but I guess nobody would fuck with me then, because i've been in prison right, so i'm a badass. Anyway, piano is next, where i'm the 13th person out of 12 in the class. My ex girlfriend is in the class also, hopefully it isn't that awkward. Within the next year I hope to really flex my musical muscle. With this piano class, and with this guitar that I'm getting soon, and with my ultimate dream of singing, i'm sure something will work out. Anyway, that's enough for 20 minutes. Stay classy San Diego.