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| dear janelle. don't read me
-Ben
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| cleanlinessToday I am angry.
It regards my living situation
I would love to yell and scream and throw things and punch holes in walls and punch holes in people and drive my car off a bridge off a cliff off into a lake ontop of a boat with 3 teenagers drinking alcohol and through the bottom of the ocean floor to the core of the earth where my rage would suck the heat from the molten lava, thus cooling the earth and destroying all matter of life unless i remain in the center - a white hot ball of fury radiating sustenance to the peons milling about their lives.
And so it stays until i scream onward leaving in my wake nothing but mountains of death and destruction.
And that is what i want to do now, and every time i look at that door.
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| So we're in day... 3 of classes. Tomorrow I have one class, followed by one on friday. Useless? Yes! I did a lot of drawing in class today and slightly less paying attention. I drew a comic, maybe I'll scan it when i come home this friday. No promises, not that there is a clamor for me to churn out anything new. In fact i think there is only one person reading this. If i tell duchene about it maybe that will go up to 2.
I have a collection of 500 cover songs and i spent some time sorting through them today. I won't put any on my ipod until i'm done sifting, but i don't think that will be getting done anytime soon. Oh well? I'm gonna try to keep writing so i have some sort of record of living. my legacy. But knowing my luck, I will get to the point where i want to read what i have to say and xanga will be destroyed by islamic extremists causing all the data to be lost forever. Simultaneously all the pictures i have on facebook will be deleted to make room for the new facebook ap "virtual keyboard." It's like a real keyboard only fake and you click on all the keys individually with your mouse. Finally! I didn't really want to remember christmas this year anyway -Ben
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| My Kotter-esque return to the ring.The other day Adrianna (For the purposes of this entry is Andy Duchene) was talking about how she was browsing her old xanga entries. I thought that maybe I should do the same, and what a towering inferno of witticism i can be. Then today while I was talking about my shitty 2007, and September specifically, I found that i couldn't remember most of the reasons that made it so poor. While not entirely a bad thing i made an offhand comment about writing a journal. Well xanga you lucky so and so, you happen to be the right place at the right time.
Today was the first day of class in my (hopefully) last semester at Western Michigan. I had 4 classes which when totalled together probably only lasted 2 hours today. normally that would be nice, but they are all stacked so I wont have hour long gaps between classes with nothing to do. Oh well
Xanga, my how you've changed. In some ways you still wield the tender caress i am so used to, and in other ways you are new and foreboding mistress. I don't have much to say right now other than i wanted to put something down today.
I still like my comics better than my words anyway.
-Ben
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| Viva la mexico.its pronounced meh hee ko.
but wait, dersh more
Toodles -the ben
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