Florence

Tomorrow Rachel and I are leaving for Florence, Italy.  We’ll be there for six weeks, studying and drinking and eating, etc.  I’ll be bringing a personal journal to do some old-fashioned travel writing by hand.  Whenever I go to an internet cafe I’ll try and remember to do a small Twitter update.  http://twitter.com/farmyardagency

Ciao

Summer Update

Another fall semester is incoming and another short summer is pretty much over. It felt like a short summer but a lot has happened, the biggest thing obviously being that Rachel and I moved in together. Almost everyone we know has already seen our apartment, but I was thinking about using Rachel’s camera to take pictures of the apartment and add stupid comments under them. So expect a virtual house tour post soon!

I also was able to pull an all-nighter for an English class I took during the summer semester. Eight page paper, ahoy. How I managed an A in the class is a mystery.

Not that anyone cares but here are the courses I’ll be taking this fall. Since I’m going to be an undergraduate for two more years I decided to just go ahead and double major with English and Philosophy instead of minoring in Philosophy.

LATIN 201- yes, my chosen foreign language is Latin. Yes, I’m an idiot. I always wondered why Latin was in the Modern Languages Department.
HISTORY 222- This is American History starting after Civil War Reconstruction and ending where we are today. It should be fun because the elections are coming up. Maybe someone will finally just go ahead and give Bush a blowjob so he can be impeached before he does one final ‘fuck you.’
PHILOSOPHY 210- Practical Argumentation, highlighting paranormal thinking. I want to believe!
PHILOSOPHY 329- Skepticism. I’m not very skeptical right now, but I hope to be skeptic of everything this Christmas. Eat your heart out Santa.
ENGLISH 223- Creative Writing. My only English course this semester and it’s an introductory creative writing class. Ohh! Maybe I will post some creations on this here blog-a-log! The excitement makes me tremble.

I guess there will probably be more updates here soon because I love procrastinating through blog posts when I have school work due.

Overrations

A man’s desire is for the woman, but the woman’s desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man. -Samuel Taylor Coleridge

It should be mentioned, before I begin, that this was almost an Emo Vlog; however, those are intended to contain some sort of subtle comedic value and this is far from what I intend to be comic.

What will I not write here to the few who ever bother reading this perversion of literacy that I have already written in a private notebook? Here you will not see salt, scribbles, random words, and pity for the self. Instead you will see swollen orbs gazing down, but forward nonetheless.

Today I walked. I rarely have days where I have no destination or reason in mind as to why I am walking. Like most, I am always coming or going to some destination meant to attain the ends of completion of some daily chore. I remember the last time I felt it would be healthy to walk for no apparent reason to no particular place. As I recall, I did not walk alone on that particular evening. But today I did and that is that. I originally felt that this would improve my spirits. I was, of course, terrifically mistaken.

The hourglass is cruel. It alone has the power to decide if wounds will close, widen, or scar for life. Can I say what I hope the sand will do for me? No, it is too painful to think in the future tense; but I cannot help but think only of the future. I obsessively hope for reversal and renewal, but sadness permeates through the happiness that hope may bring. These thoughts are pointless and make me idle, but they, like parasites, have latched themselves to my mind and feed from my remorse.

The salt often renews the wound, but it is the fear of the wound closing that has the most power over me; therefore, I have a plentiful supply of salt that seems infinite.

I beg not to be kept waiting under false pretenses. I wish not to be taken for a fool. For those are often, in circumstances such as these, overrated.

This, I suppose, is all I have to say on the subject.

2008 is Great

NOTE: If you don’t feel like reading about my amazing life in 2008, then fuck you. But I do want to thank you for taking the time to add more hits to my website. As a special gift to all those who bother coming here there is a special Tim Life Spoiler at the end of this entry. Feel free to skip the rest if you don’t care, but again, fuck you.

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Man, let me just say that 2008 has been amazing. So far so good. I have gotten more sleep in the past ten days than I have since I graduated high school. Okay, that’s obviously a hyperbowl, but who am I kidding? You, I guess? But really, I have become pretty pro at wasting my life in the past week and a half. Alright, alright, I have been working on getting this job at a law firm downtown as a runner but that doesn’t count towards overall productivity. I’m not necessarily “taking the sheep by the ears” (my Dad taught me that one) on the whole job thing.

Seriously, I’m taking nineteen hours of course work this coming semester. Fuck that job shit. I’ll get one because I’m a bitch (and a man), but I should be paid to be a full-time student and part-time friend to some of the neediest people in Lafayette. No names because this may go in my book one day.

I think that all of this marvelous nothingness that has entered my life has come from my new lover: my MacBook who I have named Goo. Goo was my favorite female character in the show Gumby. She may have been the only female character but whatever. Goo lovingly saps all kinds of energy from me. Yes, I have different kinds of energy that Goo has tapped into and taken. Well, not really taken since I have willingly given everything except my dignity to her (she is a female after all).

Rachel may be worried that I am becoming too attached to Goo, but is that really a bad thing? I don’t know, but I also don’t think so either. It’s actually probably a good thing because at the rate things are going for me now in ‘08, I’ll probably have figured out a way to reproduce with Goo by June. This year seems very promising!

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ATTENTION: Tim Life Spoiler: Rachel and I did not got engaged. Joke’s on you faggots. It’s FACEBOOK, ffs. Don’t tell anyone if you read this. It’s just a stupid prank we wanted to play on all the idiots who are our Facebook friends but never talk to us IRL. I swear, I have gotten at least six private messages from people I haven’t spoken to since tenth grade saying, “Tell me about your engagement!” How about you lick my herniated testicle instead? Also, our relationship status will probably change throughout the next week or two. Ignore it or play along by posting awesome shit on our walls that will make everyone else who reads/views them cry from confusion and embarrassment for us. I debated with myself whether to post this or not, but I don’t get many visitors here from the link on my Facebook profile. I would never go so low and marry an inferior human being anyway, duh.