Spring Break 2002

Wednesday, 13 March 2002

well i’m back from break. this one is gonna be long so pre­pare your­self. it was nice be­ing home for even a few days, as it is al­so nice be­ing back here when mike isn’t around so i can ac­tu­al­ly be in my room. i read “let us now praise fa­mous men” by james agee while at home. on the way up i lis­tened to Poe’s Haunted al­bum, the toad­ies, BOC, The Crow Soundtrack, and jimmie’s chick­en shack. i bought a cool hat and a toad­ies tshirt at good­will for $2.68, you just can’t beat it. it is a beau­ti­ful day out to­day. the per­fect girl for me is a girl who is in­de­pen­dent, not high-main­te­nance, and strong. i want some­one who is in­tel­lec­tu­al­ly stim­u­lat­ing and will be there for me when i am weak, and who will call on me when she is in sim­i­lar straits. yet, i want a girl who is com­pas­sion­ate and de­ter­mined, sym­pa­thet­ic and full of fun. mom thinks i am too horny. she doesn’t re­al­ize that the ma­jor­i­ty of guys are just as bad, and for me in par­tic­u­lar, i have been this way for years, just now i am talk­ing about it. the NCAA fenc­ing cham­pi­onship is next week­end, i hope we win, we have wait­ed long enough and de­serve it. my friend phil is com­ing up to vis­it some­time this week­end. i’m work­ing on get­ting my we­b­cam to stream video but i need the java scripts for it…chuck helped me out with a site. i put in a cou­ple of new po­ems as well…purge and cel­lar door. i have reen­forced and no­ta­rized the state­ment that “i burn” by the toad­ies is my fa­vorite song ever. i got the al­bum up and work­ing so you no longer need a pass­word to see the pic­tures. i know there was more to write about but i can­not think of it right now. peace.

Unstoppably Passionate Sensualist

Saturday, 9 March 2002

go­ing home to­day for spring break. i’ll be back in three of four. just to let the thou­sands of peo­ple that read this know… i’ve got some good­byes to make and i’ll be eat­ing with my un­cle and his fam­i­ly for din­ner. yumyumyum. on a com­plete­ly un­re­lat­ed note, i think if i ever got in­to bed with a girl i would be­come an un­stop­pably pas­sion­ate sen­su­al­ist. i’ve got a lot of re­pressed sex­u­al ten­sion. can’t fig­ure out why you need a pass­word to ac­cess the pic­tures… i think it has some­thing to do with Win2k. i’d bet­ter start pack­ing and do a lit­tle read­ing. see you in a few days web­site…