Friday, June 10, 2005

Great American novel here I come!

Seriously, I have no excuse now! Yesterday I turned in what could very well be the last piece of academic fodder I squeeze out of this poor tired soul of mine. The masters is done, or at the very least out of my hands. I’m wrapping up the masters with somewhere around a 3.7. Not to shabby for a kid who was almost held back in kindergarten. See what happens kids when you stop eating paste?



OK, so now I’m on to life goal number two…write the novel. As with most artists, once you start to settle down with someone you want to spend your life with, it zaps the creative mojo right out of you.


See also David Gray
See also Dave Matthews


Guys really don’t do a whole lot unless it is in pursuit of two things…sex and food. Great art, most wars and thousands of inventions were brought to life because some guy was trying to get laid. I’m not saying women don’t contribute to all of the above, because they do. Their motives are often more benevolent. I have 6 months of livable residual body fat and an awesome girlfriend. So what is left to motivate me?

I hope, should I ever become a key player in the future, I’ll send my future self or at the very least a cyborg back to the present to prod me into actually doing something, because I have a couch and a case of morbid obesity with my name all over it.


I ate the lotus.

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