We'll see how the rest of this semester goes.

"I wake up and I'm fine
With my dreamings still on my mind
But it doesn't take long, you see
For the demons to come and visit me."

If there's a time for peeeeeetering out, it's now. More than ever I want nothing more than to turn in my shit and leave. I don't really want to hang out in class, and this is really meaning my french classes. I still really enjoy the language, however, these classes are fucking killing me. Thank God that I'm done with them as of next week. La semaine fucking prochaine. OUT OF FRENCH FOREVER, ASSHOLES. I RULE. YOU DO NOT, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE AS MUCH OR IN THE SAME MANNER AS I RULE.

This might be the time where I manage to keep my hair short for a while, and that sort of excites me. I've always hidden myself behind the hair, while numerous folks tell me to cut it (read: frank slater and nichole bufton and others over the years). It's part of my growing up process, I suppose; who knows.

I am already excited for SXSW and it's not even 2009. Fuck the new years, I want March. I'm gonna be legal and that means free food, free booze, free music, and hating to find places to pee. I'm going to have to find an extreme posse to spread across the entirety of Austin, Texas and we can fucking report to each other on some weird network system level. Denton, Texas gotsta reach out to spread the word. Denton needs more notoriety, we can make this shit like Haight/Ashbury if we really tried. Except without hippies and tigheter pants and looser morals and maybe a little less on the drug use.

Today is my number one don't smoke day. I've smoked a black and mild, and I think I might chill out with one daily. If I can will myself against cigarettes, I can will myself out of anything. The power of our own goddamned minds is incredible, I can't really wrap my head around it.

Denton's growing real fast, btw. In 20 years, who the fuck knows?