Why not?

Over the last few weeks Neil has been talking about graduating from college and rather than instantly jumping into a career, taking some time off to enjoy life and music. I don't know if I would personally have any luck pursuing music after school, but today I thought a lot about taking some time off. This probably isn't a good way to lead into early retirement, but I was thinking about all the homeless people out on the streets and about all the free time they have. What if they were to get a job for just a few hours every week, just enough to pay rent and basic utilities. I guess you still have to pay for food, but I can see myself working at a coffee shop for 20 hours a week and spending the rest of my time sitting in that same coffee shop reading and playing music. Why not?

Yes, I am supposed to be writing a paper that is due tomorrow, but I enjoy blogging more than I enjoy political science. Maybe that should be a sign to me to change my major. I guess government work can, at times, resemble the 20 hour a week coffee shop lifestyle that I admire. All I need is a mental disability and I can realistically be a hermit or politician.

Speak Sleezy.

another rainy day..

If I had my camera with me, I would share with you all that I am seeing.
Raos is crowded, that guy that doesn't like his picture taken is here being a punk bitch. The schizophrenic man, I believe his name is "Bill" is walking about, reading his latest thesis on the nature of modern gangsters, bling-bling, and heroism.
This man who walks about Am(h)erst and Northampton wearing a "penguin scene" sweater has what can only be described as "a beautiful mind". His vocabulary is extensive and his confidence in social interaction, proportionate to the mystery which surrounds him. He is now back, loudly discussing some kind of secret umbrella organization. Maybe he has paranoid delusions..

In the news: Manson's Sheep (Susan Atkins) up for parole next month!
Susan Atkins is the longest incarcerated female inmate of the California prison system. Why? Because she murdered eight people. The question that the parole board will be facing next month is a question that they have agreed on unanimously 17 times prior: Will releasing Atkins pose a risk to the public?
After an investigation into her family's website, I have found out that Atkins is now paralyzed over 85% of her body. I can imagine lying in bed one night, and suddenly being attacked by Steven Hawking. If you have ever tried to life an electric wheelchair, trust me, they are very heavy because of that huge battery strapped to the chassis. Should paralysis act as grounds for parole? It is certainly better than a plea for insanity, but if you kill one person let alone eight, I think you should live out your sentence in jail.

BTW, she had a leg amputated and has recently been diagnosed with brain cancer.

Have a nice day.

A little bag of cocaine...

Tonight is one of those times in my life where I wish I had more energy. I'm in Julie's room, it's 227am, and I want to go to sleep. Thursday at around 230pm, I have a to turn in a take home exam requiring about 6 pages of writing. As of right now, I have about one page done and I am tired, and feeling very distant from political science.

Funny things happen when you don't sleep regularly. Today, I woke up at noon, and was dragged out of bed by Julie. I ate at McDonalds about 15 minutes later, and then spent a few hours walking around aimlessly. That has nothing to do with sleep deprivation though. What I was getting to is that all day I was looking forward to a new episode of LOST tonight. Funny thing.... Today was a Tuesday, following a Monday schedule, and I thought it was Wednesday. How fucked is that?

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I can't wait until summer! Camp is going to be awesome with all the arts, crafts, shenanigans, and music that I can squeeze into every single day. As of right now I am planning on taking a Vibraphone home with me which I will keep in my cabin to practice during my free hour at mid-day. It's been a while since I made a firebomb, went on a road trip, or spent my own money recklessly. These are all reasons to miss summertime on Cape Cod.


Who's your constant?

If you were stuck traveling through time at random intervals, who would be your constant?
Mine would be Julie. The one from my life, not that girl from LOST with the stupid grin.