So I’m starting this web-log again in the hopes that I can keep it going.. for the five or so of you that actually read my lengthy diatribes last summer I hope that I won’t let you down, and by that I mean that I will continue the strong tradition that I set for myself of long rambling updates with little to no punctuation or consideration for grammar. I have been told that in order to understand what I write you must actually read it in the manner that I speak which I suppose is the way that I write.  Right now I am sitting in a classroom trying to pretend to pay attention which is difficult to keep up because there are only four other people in my class. Since starting my summer classes I have learned that not only am I completely ignorant about turn of the century lit. ( 1900-1920) but I am also stupid.  Well I wont say that… my so called “history of new york city” class is full of five graduate students and by that I mean 5 old people who out of boredom are taking graduate classes… I’m only 20! I wasn’t  around for all of the events that we are discussing in class unlike all these people, okay im exaggerating but I just feel like 90% of these people are saying I am clueless about .. but anyways summer school has made me feel ignorant and stupid for being an undergrad.  My schedule sucks class from 4:00-9:15 On Monday Tuesday and Thursday work from 4:30-8:30 on Wednesday and Friday and 9:00-9:00 on sat. and 1:00 -7:00 on Sunday… I have no free time and when I do I am constantly thinking about the 16 book that I should be reading for class… but of course I’m not reading them.  I actually was thinking the other day that I haven’t learned anything new since 10^th grade I believe that I am just one of the best bull shitters in the free world.  I do little to no work and I still managed to get a 3.45 last semester… But now I’m have anxiety about the fact that all of this will eventually catch up to me… My nights are spent either on the couch watch tv w/ deeds smoking my life away or hanging out in Yonkers smoking my life away… a general pattern as you may see… but it’s a routine and that is what I’ve been reduced to… I’m not quite sure what I’m even talking about but I am aware of the fact that my butt really hurts because of the way that I’m sitting.. I”ve become creepily obsessed with 311 and that JoJo song… don’t laugh that song is the shit! Today while in the shower listening to my shower radio I cam to the decision that I could never leave the NY area because I need to be listening to 92.3 K-rock and hot 97.1 at all times…. I was also thinking while in the shower that it’s really weird that I have a window in the shower it’s actually quite cute it’s teeny tiny.  It’s a weird experience I don’t know how many people have ever experienced this but it is much like being outside in a hot tub when there’s snow on the ground~~flashback~~ to anna grimm’s house in 7^th or 8^th grade w/ Lindsey and beth I believe we were dared to get out of hot tub and run around in the snow it’s much the same feeling  hot shower combined with cold breezed from the window =’s weird.  Professor Bowling just looked at me and said “ And who doesn’t love the league of nation’s?” and winked at me.. weird! Change of subject  the 4 year-old girl that I babysit for (along with a 2 year old and a 4 month old) told me the other day ( while I was convincing her to put some clothes on)that when I first started working there that she was scared of me and now she loves me… I believe that this is the general consensus among not just naked 4 year olds but everyone that knows me…. My friends @ school all told me that I’m a bitch but you just have know me to know that I’m actually just being witty… I’m not at all enthused about the general public thinking I’m a bitch but people that are overly well liked are generally stupid and un-funny…. So I suppose that while this particular character trait does make it difficult for me to say, pick up someone ( since it would be based off of personality and def. not my not so good looks) it does make me feel that my friends truly understand ( at least most of the time) where I’m coming from .. I think I’ll start a witty person club.. I’ve met a few people In my life that actually get my sense of humor: molly, matt b., matt z., and jaymz or maybe we are all just social outcasts.. okay I officially have no idea what I’m even talking about and also no clue what good ole Professor Bowling is going on about… so sasha’s Monkey Madness B-day party was rad on Sat. I for rull drunk and then had to go to work in the morning… I’m going to see the stepford wives on Friday and we’re having a dinner party on Sunday which I have been procrastinating about.. okay I’ve talked enough about really nonsensical thinks but I’ll leave you with this :

                                    A weasel never knows he’s being sneaky