And I'm like "FUCK YOU!"

How long are they going to wait until they stop paying Fabio to waft the ten strands of hair he's got left? It's been a long time since he couldn't believe that it wasn't butter -- that's all I'm sayin.

First semester of Community College knocked out, yay me. 18 units (max capacity) next semester. GO HARD OR GO HOME, BACK TO YOUR RESIDENCE.

They've got open mic day's there, I could probably get into a good routine and develop my work. That's going to be a blast. Every once in a while, the Arts building holds it's own little version of it later at night. Yet another opportunity. Gotta take advantage while I can, right?

Rhetorical.

This journalism thing is a bit of a task, but it's getting very interesting and it's about the only tangible thing to pique my interest in some time. Future John Stewart? Stephen Colbert? I don't think I could do that, no, but I wouldn't turn the job away either.

Still don't really know where to take this blog. I just kinda rant to myself... we'll see...