Allow me to preface this entry with this thought. My family is crazy, but I love them anyway.

I don't know if I ever noted my family's flaws in any direct entry, but even if I have, they're on my mind and they'll prompt another entry.

My maternal grandmother. Grandma Edmunds, or when I was little and much cleverer than current, Grandma M&Ms. I love her dearly. She's been very good to me when neither of parents were, and she's been there when neither of my parents was. For this, I'm eternally grateful. She bought me a car so that I could have transportation, and she is a wonderful, selfless person.

My paternal grandmother. The wonderful Grandma Kelly. I love her as well. She lives down the cape, and I don't get to see her as often as I would like to. When I do get to see her, she spoils me well beyond what I deserve. I enjoy spending time with her, but she's very far away. Well, not so much anymore.

My paternal aunt. Aunty Chrissy. Love her to death. She's chic, she's funny, she's amazing. She's a ton of fun, and a really approachable person. Although, she can sometimes come across as being harsh and uncaring, she usually has my best interest in mind. She's all about the tough-love approach. I'm much closer to her and most of my family, and closer than both of my parents.

Leonard. Leonard is hysterical. He's really quite Irish, and he owns and operates a construction company in the Boston-area. He's an incredibly generous person, and he's really social. He's funny and sometimes can be kinda crude... but, he's great.

My sister. Ashley. She's great, and all, but I really feel bad for her. She's doing well with work and whatnot, but she really has nothing to call her own. She has her car, and for all intents and purposes is homeless. It's really unfornate. It seems like she lacks all the ambition that the rest of my family has, or, well, at least me.

My brother. Kodi. We hate each other. That's just the way it is. I hate when people try to counsel us, and tell us how much we're missing out. Whatever. Don't care. I hate when family members bring him up, and try to talk about him. And, I absolutely detest when they use his current misfortunes to make me out as an asshole for not caring about him. I just don't care.

My mother. I can't blame her, and honestly I'm quite ambivelent to her. The past is the past, and her motivations are lucid. It's really difficult for me to think how I feel about my mother. There are times when I just don't know about her. There are times when I miss her. She has done things that I don't think I can forgive her for, but I know that someday she's going to crawl back into my life. I know, but I'll deal with it later.

My father. If he died tomorrow, the world would be better off. Besides being an alcoholic and drug addict/dealer during my childhood, he's traded his addictions for a new religion: Scientology. Hundreds of thousands of dollars have been given to his new church. Let me say that again, and think about it really hard. My father has given several hundred thousand dollars to the church. Given. Several Hundred thousand dollars. Given. Why couldn't he give that to me? But, this isn't necessarily why I hate him. Actually, to say that I hate him is giving him a lot of credit. He's a worthless, bitter, shell of a person whose own welfare and well-being has always been regarded as being much higher than anyone else on the face of the planet. I have memories of childhood, that I haven't blocked out just yet, that describe him telling me of how awesome his childhood was, and then I'd snap to the realities of how much mine sucked.

Well, there are the characters, and I'm finished revelling in this. Perhaps, when I'm feeling more ambitious, I'll tell you more about the plot.

¶ 23:58

Here I am, skipping math yet again. I just hate the class so much. I hate her accent so much.

Do you know the feeling you get when you drag your fingers across a chalk board? You get a shivery feeling and the hair on the back of your neck stands up. Oh, lord. Every time a word falls out of her mouth, I get the feeling. On Tuesday, I wanted to die. No exaggeration.

So, here I am skipping. Yay. Her attendance policy is really lenient, and she often forgets to take attendance as it is. I'm not worried, but I really ought to stop skipping.

I was kinda running late this morning, too. This made the decision to skip the easy ticket out. Oh, god I hate her class so much.

I'm watching Eddie Izzard as I type this, and I really like him. I think he's delightfully funny. Blaspheme, Blass for you. ROFL. I love his accent, and I love his cross-dressing. He's great.

Having a bad hair day today. Kinda crazy, but I don't care. I've tried so many different products on my hair, and I can't find something that does exactly what I want. Kinda disappointing.

So, there are some cute guys on campus. It's very nice... and most of them are big homos. One of them is skateboarding right now, but I think that he's batting for the other team.

Why do all hotel rooms have a Bible in them? At least in America, anyway... I haven't paid attention internationally.

I guess I'm going to NYC for the turn of the new year. Should be pretty cool. Nice to get plastered in Time Square. Really excited. Can't wait.

Okay, so skateboard dude is borderline annoying. The way the courtyard is, it's kinda obnoxious. The courtyard is a series of concrete squares, pieced intricately together to make a geometric design which is really quite pleasant. Should I have a helicopter, and be able to hover over the school, it would be quite pretty... however, anyway. He goes 'clopclopclop' every time his wheels hit a seem. He's got a nice ass... I'll forgive.

It's getting colder everyday. I don't particularly care for it. Fast forward through fall. Really dislike that.

Well, I've been talking a lot to Erik, which isn't at all uncommon in its own right, however our subject matter is entertaining. We're getting increasingly entrepreneurial in our old ages, and we both want to start our own businesses. He wants to do some laser engraving company, or some coffee distribution enterprise, or some wedding planning thing... all depending on what mood you catch him in. I believe that he'd succeed should only he get his mind made up.

Well, I still want to do my hydrogen thing. Every time I think of how much I hate Dr. Jie Chen, I think of how much I'd love to succeed without having to deal with her ever again.

Now, I'm sure that she's a very nice person; however she belongs at my Laundromat wherein she can clean my suits. Or, even better, she can make me some Orange Chicken. Muahahahaha. As long as she doesn't drive on the same road as me.

Also, I'd like to travel to London again. Preferably take a semester over there. I'd love it. I have to start looking into that more. I figure if I up and moved my life to the Boston area without so much as a fleeting though, I'd be able to capture international without minimal synapse activity. But, do I want to get involved with some program, or do I want to risk it, and go on my own. What problem can't be solved by throwing money at it? Perhaps something hugely philosophical, but fuck that.

Fuck. Who am I kidding? I want to move over there. I'm done with the U.S. and the small-minded America. I'd trade some freedoms and move to England than put up with America for much longer. It's just a more progressive mindset.

I'm getting started on US politics. Oh, I could go for hours. I've lost hope that any other candidate besides me can accomplish all that I'd like to see proposed.

New topic.

I got into a long conversation with one of my roommates last night about religion. Oh, what a wonderful way to make money, like Scientology. Or, perhaps even control the population, like Christianity. Or, make the lives of peasants slightly enjoying their lives, with Buddhism. Really intriguing.

Well, tis time for economics class. Ciao.

¶ 23:32

I say this every year about this time... I hate fall.

I honestly though that I was alone until I heard Lewis Black on the matter. Haha.

I left this house this morning, and it was crisp. It was kind of refreshing, but the chill made my grind my teeth. As I walked along, I heard the crunch of the unfortunate leaves I happened to crush under my soles. I don't mind crunching leaves so much. I just hate fall.

Everything is dying. It bring people to the area that shouldn't be here. Yuppies in pursuit of apple picking, and corn mazes. Bastards. I DON'T EVEN LIKE APPLES THAT MUCH. That's what immigrants are for... to pick the god damn apples. I'm not an indian. I don't hunt and gather... someone else picks my god damned apples.

Then, there's yardwork. I'm fortunate that I no longer have to partake in this wonderful activity.

Hayrides. More like hay fever. I just remember being stuck in a cunting conestoga wagon with the roof chopped up, trailing behind some smelling horse... held captive among hords of sniffling children as the cold season began. Fall also means the start of school. I hate school. Love learning, hate school. Gah.

And the leaves! Heaven forbid it be windy after a rain, as you're being pelted by damp little chunks of nature. OMG. I hate fall.

It starts getting dark early. WHO THE HELL LIKES THAT? Oooh, I can't wait for darkness? No, that just doesn't happen. GAhh.

I've got another month or two before it's snowing. I wish we could skip fall. I really do.

It's like it's nature getting sick. All the trees have strokes, and lapse into a coma. Then, they get better, and are released from the hospital only to have it all happen again.

¶ 19:20

I never blogged about my first day of school. As I blog this, I'm sitting in the shade, on campus, skipping my first period class.

Now, you might think that I'm back to my old ways, but I have been able to wriggle out of her attendance policy under the pretense of add/drop.

So, let me educate you in my professors. First class is taught by a Dr. Jie Chen. She is very asian, as the name seems to indicate. She speaks very broken english, and is quite difficult to understand. She teaches my Math 125, or Intro to Statistics. My first day was tuesday --

Alright, let me tell you this first. My classes are set up so that my week begins on tuesday, I have Wednesday off, and then I finish on Thursday. It's quite a nice arrangement if I do say so myself. I'm very proud I was able to pour through potential classes, and fit them together so intricately. My day starts at 11:30, and ends at 5:45, and I have 15 minutes in between classes.

Perfect.

Anyway, back to Dr. Chen. My first day was Tuesday, and it was the First day for everyone. She passed out her syllabus, and she started teaching. A) Everyone was like, WTF... it's the first day, half of us aren't going to stay in this class, most of us haven't bought the book yet because you haven't told us what to get... why are you teaching? B) She is almost impossible to understand. I mean this with complete sincerety. I. cannot. understand. her.

Now, this presents and obvious problem to me. If I can't understand, and I don't already know the material... how am I supposed to learn from her? Well, on the plus side, she uses powerpoint with TNR 12pt font, and all of her shows are available online. I mean, let me re-phrase that, all o fmy notes are available online. Tehehe.

Second period is taught by a deshevelled, but hiliarious woman. It reminds me a lot of Mrs. Shinkle in her humour. She'll crack a joke, and because I'm pretty much the only one who has English as a first language, I'm the only one who gets and I start laughing. Then, as the little asians stare at me through slits where they eyes should be, and the blacks come out of their haze, I feel like an idiot. But, she's really funny. This class is economics. With, the most expensive book of them all. Way to go, Kris... you know how to pick them.

Please hold. There is a pigeon right next to me, watching me type. It's quite strange...

He flew away.

Alright, so economics. I'm going to have a great time in that class, and I'm pretty excited for it. One of the first things she said is that, "I take the things you already know, assign complicated terms to them, confuse the hell out of you, and re-explain it to you." Which is absolutely true. Shopping, becomes consumerism, etc. Her name is Joanne Spitz. She talks like she smokes too much. It's like Mama Celeste meets Susan Estrich. Love her.

My third class is English 101. Freshman English. There is no way out of it. I'm going to hate it. However, fortunately for me, the professor, Helene Davis, is a crack pot. She walked into the room for the first time, and spent about ten minutes saying how the room was disembodied, and complained about a big, grey design in the carpet. She's a fruitloop. My aunt had her, and told me that it's the easiest A I'll ever get in my life. Woop.

Oh, yea. That bitch Chen has homework. None of my other classes have homework. They have papers and whatnot, but no homework. If they do have an assignment, it's not like it's an apportioned 25% of the grade. I hate her, and her chink ways. Happy Horriday, bitch.

Fourth class is taught by the leftist straight man I have ever seen in my life. His name is Alan Waters, and it's Anthropology 112. I have to read a ton of books, and do a ton of crap for nothing. Like, on the first day, he assigned a one-page essay. What's something like this worth, you ask... nothing. It's a no-credit assignment. Why would I do this? Self-Improvement? Well, I can write plenty of other papers for other classes, and get a grade on them... WTF Professor Waters... WTF.

So, that's that.

Let's talk a little about features of campus. There are five or six buildings which hold the names of people that were somehow important to the University. My classes are in two halls, and I don't know the rest of the names. Wheatley Hall holds my middle two classes. As I look up, I see on the building in front of me, it's Phillis Wheatley hall. Who was she? I don't know.. I don't care either. I skipped orientation... that might have told me something. And, my other hall is McCormack. Chen and Waters are over there. Suffice to say, I don't like going to McCormack... my two least favourite classes are there.

On the third floor of Wheatley hall, there is a small, student run cafe. They have wonderful snacks, which I am shortly going to purchase. I think perhaps, I'll be able to plug in over there, and I can recharge my battery.

I'm an asshole because I didn't charge my laptop last night. It was on my lap, and I was chatting away, then bedtime came, and I set it on the floor. Oh, well. I'll type more in the Wit's End Cafe, as it's called.

Well, no such luck on plugging in, however, I managed to get myself a marvelous blueberry muffin. It's fantastic, and a Manago Snapple.

I'm on a third floor courtyard. It's fantastic. It's all open air, yet there are two more floors on the surrounding building.

Okay, guys. There are white peple everywhere on my camps, in fact, it looks like they are the majority, however, all of my classes have asians and some black people. I don't get it. Where are they? I want to be with them... Nothing against the asians and all, but I'd rather chill with my fellow whiteys. Oh, and guys... guy guys... there are some pretty attractive people on my campus. but, working n a retail setting, I see a lot of attractive guys from other settings as well. There are so many hot college guys in Boston, I don't know what to do with myself.

Oh, well, that's enough for today. Ready. Set. Post.

¶ 19:38

¶ 00:01

So, I'm here watching Kathy Griffin on Bravo, and loving life... when I see it.

A commercial. For. fucking. SIX FEET UNDER. COMING TO BRAVO. ALKJG
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I believe that I posted way back when that I was very disappointed when it ended. I loved the show. Loved it. Back in the days of wealth and HBO...

Alright, so back to Kathy. She is wonderful, and hilarious. I love her. She is probably my favourite female comedian, or at least in my top three.

Just saw a commercial for Project Runway, and I want to address this. I haven't seen the show in a long time. =( However, I know that my darling Kayne is still in it, and he is going to win. I don't care about anyone else. I kinda want to see their creations, but I don't want to watch the show. I just kinda want to see their dresses, and I want to see who gets eliminated. I wish there was a five minute snippet of what happened. Actually, who am I kidding? Three minutes... I just want to see a roundabout shot of the dress, with the designers face in the upper right corner. Then, a big X on the one who gets eliminated. It's that simple. I think it's just because I don't really care for drama of any sort.

Well, Kathy is back talking about Eminem.

¶ 00:46

I am stilllll settling into my room, which is taking a really long time due to some mysterious lack of driving force. Actually, initially testing has determined that instead of being a force itself, it merely suppresses production and existing force. I believe it is commonly referred to as laziness. =]

Anyway, it's taking so long, I've become annoyed. Motivation is just another emotion.

Oh, look what've you done. you've made a fool of everyone.

That song has been stuck in my head for far too long. For those of you who don't know, it's Look What You've Done by Jet. I caught myself humming it rather loudly on the T. I was the token crazy person in that car...

So, I ended up crashing at Aunty Chrissy's last night after drinking, and setting up the HUGE 50-some-odd inch Sony Wega TV as a computer monitor. What do you get the man that has everything? Turn something he has into something way more awesome.

I'm quite disappointed in this entry. It's turned into spouts of rambling. I had planned out exactly what I wanted to say in the shower... however that disappeared.

Here's to killing time! ::raises imaginary glass::

¶ 13:16